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They spent four agonizing days breathing in the smell of her
rot and excrement, and after her merciful death it took less than two hours for
her to return.
    Two hours.
    At that rate, they’d all be dead within
a matter of days.
    The handgun’s kick that sent a single bullet
through her forehead haunted Paul’s right hand. He flexed it in the morning
light. Initially, he thought that gruesome moment would plague him for the rest
of his life – however short it may now be – but so many other atrocities had
already replaced it. He wished he could go back to sleep but, in truth, there
was nowhere to run. They always found him.
    “Hey,” Sophia whispered, sending a warm
hand under his coat and rubbing his stomach.
    Brushing a loose lock of raven-colored
hair from her cold cheek, Paul studied her almond-shaped eyes, seizing the
moment to admire her natural beauty. Nothing was taken for granted anymore,
especially waking up. “Morning, sunshine.”
    The ghost of a grin tugged at her full
lips. “We’re still alive.”
    He kissed those lips, sparking a flash
from the past where they could share a moment without anyone trying to kill them.
“Still alive,” he whispered.
    “Did you get any sleep?”
    He replied with a shallow nod, guessing
he may have got four whole hours last night. “You?”
    “Some.” Her fingers circled his belly
button like water down a drain. “How far do you think we’ll get today?”
    “Not far with the snow.”
    She shivered under the blanket. “I can’t
wait to shake this cold weather already.”
    “Me too.”
    “I like it hot.”
    His eyebrows pulled together when her
hand sinuously undid his jeans.
    Sophia wet her lips, her green eyes
glittering with heat. “Don’t you like it hot?” she asked, sending a hand
beneath his layers.
    “I do,” he replied, voice quivering as
her fingers brushed against his dick.
    “I knew it.”
    “You’re crazy,” he mouthed, nodding to
the couch.
    She spread a playful grin and squeezed.
    Paul sat up and peeked over the top of
the couch, glancing at the others sleeping in the middle of the room. Lying
back down, he cupped his wife’s cheek in his hand, breath coming faster as her
hand rose and fell beneath the blanket. “Don’t stop,” he breathed, pressing his
lips to hers.
    They kissed hard, like there would be no
tomorrow and for all they knew, there might not. The breath jutting from her
nose was warm against his cheek. Blood rushed in his ears with each pump of her
hand. Paul tried to be quiet when he yanked her jeans down but the layers
beneath made that a difficult prospect. His heartbeat quickened when his fingers
found the wet spot hiding between her legs. Sophia broke their kiss to gasp for
air, pulling on his short brown hair and spreading her legs as he tuned her body to his wants and needs.
    Paul rolled on top of her and she
inhaled too loudly with his soft invasion. He cupped her mouth and went in deeper,
making her body stiffen. Someone that sounded like Dan coughed, spurring Paul’s
hips into action. It was only a matter of time before somebody looked over the back
of the couch to make sure they were still alive. He bit his lip and held his
breath, her muscles constricting around him. Sophia pushed his hand from her
mouth and arched her back, tensing with the electric current running between
them. Paul went faster and felt her nails dig into his back. Sophia grabbed his
ass and pulled him in deeper, eyes watching his face twist. She was so
beautiful, so warm. He grunted his release, filling her with pulsating bursts
as their bodies curled into one. For a brief moment, time came to a standstill
and their love for each other pushed the horror of their new reality into the
far corners of the room. It was the only thing they had left. The only thing they’d taken with them.
    The room’s furnishings grew brighter as
they caught their breath. Sophia ran her fingers across his seven day stubble,
grinning from ear to ear. “Now I