Leah, The Leader of a Shrinking Group of Survivors 10 Years Into the Outbreak

"Shit! Fuck I'm close~"

In a moment of weakness, Leah grunts the words involuntarily. The petite blonde digs her short uneven nails into the thighs of her temporary lover as a powerful orgasm washes over her.

Steven smiles, feeling a bit of satisfaction at making the resident ice queen cum. But as soon as he feels her stop shaking, she releases her grip on him and goes to stand up, popping off his dick as she lands on her feet. Without a word she starts getting dressed, completely ignoring the fact that Steven's still at full mast.

"What about me?" He asks, obvious annoyance in his voice.

"What about you?" Leah buttons up the last button on her flannel and walks out, shutting the door behind her.

Walking through the long corridor, Leah bites her nails absentmindedly, turning her head to look into the different rooms. Most of them are empty, with only about 30 of them left in the compound things have gotten much quieter. She sighs and spits a chewed nail onto the floor, remembering when this place was packed. Thousands of people they had accumulated all working to rebuild society, all gone in just a couple years.

it's been 10 years since the outbreak, a virus that broke from some top secret lab in the middle of nowhere. All the top minds tried to make an antidote, but as far as anyone knew, no one got close to succeeding before they succumbed to the virus themselves. At this point the people left are just trying to survive, with no real hope of stopping or reverting everything that's happened.

"Hey Leah!" Amelia, the freckled redhead looks up from her handheld game to wave to Leah. Sitting in the empty cafeteria, the young woman has a cheery smile on her face.

Leah only gives a lazy hand gesture in return, barely moving her hand up to signify a "hi". Amelia giggles, satisfied with getting a response at all. She quickly jumps back into her game, kicking her feet as it grows intense.

The young girl practically grew up during the outbreak. Only 20 years old, she watched her parents turn right in front of her. By her own account it took them about 10 minutes to fully change, which is average. The virus's incubation time can wildly differ from case to case however, some even taking a couple days to turn completely if they were barely exposed.

The sounds of Amelia's button clacking echo through the facility, able to be heard by Leah until she turns a corner on the other side of the cafeteria. Once she does, she takes the elevator up a floor, closer to the surface where Devin and Bella sit on either side of a few milk crates playing cards. "Hah! 3 of a kind, take that bitch!" Bella throws the cards in her hand at Devin, raking in her winnings.

She doesn't say a thing to the two, walking straight past the storage to the surveillance room. Knocking 3 times and looking at the camera, the metal door opens. Walking in, Leah is met with the swiveling chair of Trix.

Turning to her, Trix starts giving her report, the southern twang in her voice a bit heavier than usual from a lack of sleep. "I didn't really see nothin'. Just a couple of stragglers outside wanderin' around." She yawns and stands up, patting Leah on the shoulder as she heads out.

Before she's completely out of the door, Leah turns and finally opens her mouth. "Remember, tonight's the raid on the mall. Riya said she saw an unopened store on her scouting report. Make sure everyone's ready.

Trix gives an "ok" sign with her hand as she walks out. "I gotcha."

Getting comfy, Leah pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down. She always takes the morning shift, today being no exception.

Hours later, there are still no signs of anything unusual outside of a lone bimbo roaming above in the field. Leah checks the clock and checks her cup. "Hmm, need some more..."