Captain Pacco to the rescue!

Up ahead, you can see the lights of cars and Humvees and larger search lights. As you get closer, you can see a sandbag wall being built. Several armored vehicles are sitting in a column behind it, with a half dozen heavy machine guns mounted on them. Gunfire erupts, blasting the zombies away that are chasing your car.

The gunfire hits the zombies and they topple over, some even breaking to pieces. You watch them get shot again and again as they try to get up. It's like watching fish in a barrel.

As you get closer, you can see a man standing on a metal platform above them, yelling orders at them.

"That's Captain Pacco," you say.

You pull up next to the armored vehicles and get out of the car.

"It's about time you showed up, I could use some help over here!" Captain Pacco yells down to you.

You grab a heavy machine gun from one of the vehicles and begin helping the soldiers on the ground. A man wearing a red t-shirt and blue pants stands next to you and grabs a heavy machine gun as well.

"What are we doing here, Captain?" you ask.

"We're holding the line, now keep firing!" he yells.

The fighting goes on for hours. You see Captain Pacco run back and forth from his command vehicle to the fighting, yelling at everyone. Eventually the last zombie drops and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank God you made it, Drako," Captain Pacco says.

"What the hell happened?" you ask.

"We still don't know and command HQ isn't responding. We're on our own for now," he says.

"Then we better get this place secure," you say.

"Get some rest. We'll talk about it in the morning," Captain Pacco says.

You head back to your car to get Falicity and Kylie. You don't know what happened exactly. It would seem that some sort of biological weapon hit the country.

"What now?" Kylie asks.

"Now we get some rest. Come on," you say.

You all get back in the car and drive to a hotel where other refugees are being housed. You're given a one-bed room. It's small but cozy, and surprisingly well kept. You quickly collapse into bed.

You must have been exhausted because you fall asleep in seconds and don't wake up until noon the next day. Falicity and Kylie are still fast asleep on either side of you.

You gently shake both of them awake.

"Wake up, you two," you say.

They slowly wake up and rub their eyes.

"What's going on?" they ask together.

"Oh, hey you," Falicity says to Kylie.

"Hey you," Kylie says back.

"I need to talk to you both," you say. "We seem to be safe for now. But I'm going to go talk to Captain Pacco and see what I can find out and try to help. While I'm gone Kylie, I want you to tie up Falicity."

"What? Why?" she asks.

"Because slaves need to be kept tied up when not in use," you say.

Kylie hesitates but eventually gives in and grabs a pair of tie wraps and ties Falicity's hands behind her back.

"Hey!" Falicity says, whimpering.

You look her intently in the eye and she remembers how intimidated by you she really is.

"Kylie may use you however she wishes while I'm gone," you say.

"Yes, Master," she says.

Kylie sits down behind Falicity and begins tying her feet as well. Falicity begins to cry.

"Don't cry. You're not hurt. You're safe," Kylie says, patting the **** girl on the shoulder.

Kylie finishes up and goes to sit next to you on the bed.

"I'm not a lesbian. What on earth am I supposed to do with her?" she asks.

"You've never been curious?" you ask.

"Well... yes. But," she says confused.

"Well, here's your chance. Falicity is used to being used, abused, humiliated... And deep down, she craves it. So don't feel bad. Just give it a go," you say.

"I'll think about it," she says.

Kylie smiles a bit and kisses you goodbye before you leave. You glance at Falicity before closing the door. She's looking at Kylie nervously.

"Don't worry, pet. I'll be back soon," you say.

You get in your car and drive off to go see Captain Pacco.

"Captain Pacco, what's the situation," you ask as you join him and Betty.

"Not much better than last night. We've fought off two more zombie attacks just this morning," he says.

"What are our defenses?" you ask.

"We have my men, plus some national guard and law enforcement. Betty is working on a militia, too. But that's iffy," he say.

"How many in total?" You ask.

"Less than a hundred," he says.

"Shit. How the hell are we supposed to hold out?" you ask.

"We'll start by sending out a patrol to look for more survivors and supplies between attacks. You want in?" he says.