Lay of the land

The two of you drive in silence for almost twenty minutes before Lance finally speaks. Along the way, twice you saw Infected that started chasing the car, but you quickly outdistanced them both times.

Finally, Lance pulls over, pulling a map from between the seats, the back of his hand brushing your thigh as he pulls the map out, "Take a look," He says, showing you the map. Little black circles dot the map, some with letters next to them "G" "F" "W" or "P", with about half of them crossed off in red ink. On the map are four little red stars. "The red stars are safe houses," He points at one of them, "That's where we are staying right now." You notice that the red stars each have all four letters next to them.

As if reading your mind, "The letters indicate supplies that I haven't collected for one reason or another. Most of the locations indicated with a 'G' has gas stored there, in some kind of tank. F and W are places where there is food and water. It may be a creek, it may be huckleberry bushes, or it may be a house where someone stocked up on non-perishables." He shrugs, "You'd be surprised how many places like that are up in these mountains."

"The P indicates a location where there is a quiet generator and enough fuel to run it for at least a couple of days in a pinch. Black circles indicate houses or buildings that I've been able to find in the area, and the red X on some of them indicate that I wasn't able to find anything useful there, or I've cleaned it out already."

He indicates a part of the map with three black circles close to each other, "This is where we are right now. We're going to park the car here and go down over this bank to search these three cabins." He indicates the embankment to your right. Looking that way, you think you can see one of the cabins beside a dry creek bed down the hill.

"If we get separated, we meet back at the car," Picking up his little jar of cum, he opens it and tosses it back." Grimacing, he croaks, "Bottoms up," Then reaches for a bottle of water tucked behind the seat, opening it, and taking a long drink.

Opening your own little jar, you close your eyes and tilt the container, cringing as the contents slide onto your tongue. Swallowing quickly, you see Lance fight back a chuckle at your reaction and offer you the last half of the water bottle.

Taking the bottle, you tilt it back, drinking the rest of the water in a single go. "Thanks." You mumble, realizing this is the second time you've had this man's cum in your mouth.

Putting the thought aside, you both get out of the car and start down the hill.