Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone)

“Name’s Boricio.”
    “What do you want?”
    “Nothing you don’t wanna give me, sweetie.” He smiled. Jenna made him pay with a gash across his neck. Boricio didn’t cry out, though he wanted to, figuring the cut wasn’t that deep since he wasn’t gushing from the new seam.
    “I know what happened,” Boricio said. “In October. I know why things went crazy. And I’ll tell you everything. But it’s hard to think with that shit at my throat. So do you mind?”  
    Jenna moved the blade back an inch, keeping it trained on Boricio’s jugular. “Spill it,” she said.  
    An inch was enough for Boricio. His hand flew to her throat. Jenna dropped the knife to grab for breath, fingers at her throat as Boricio’s brought the fallen blade to the side of her face.  
    “Well, how about that,” he said mockingly.  
    Jenna was dangerous, no doubt, so Boricio sank the knife into her belly while slapping his other hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. He watched her bleed, pissed that he’d barely enjoyed the kill, and still had a rager to satisfy.  
    He’d take care of that in a minute, hopefully in between Tanya’s titties. Soon as Jenna’s heart stopped, Boricio went down the hallway to Tanya’s room, cock throbbing with every step. He opened the door to an empty room, no snores coming from the vacant bed.
    Fuck!Are these bitches psychic or something?
    Boricio stormed from the room and searched the house in a hard-on rage, but didn’t find dick.  
    Where the FUCK did she go?
    His cock couldn’t wait.
    He went back into Jenna’s room, spread her legs, and slipped his cock inside her. She was still warm, and wet. He pumped, staring into her dead eyes, still filled with her final gaze of fear.
    Seconds later, he exploded inside her, spilling every ounce of his seed.
    “Oh fuck, yeah,” he sighed, collapsing on top of Jenna’s body, embracing her, not at all caring about the blood. He’d wash that off later.
    “Why’d you have to go and do that, baby?” he whispered to her in the dark, caressing her face. “Hot as hell and deadly, what a combination. We coulda’ been something. We coulda been unstoppable.”
    He decided to sleep with his arm around Jenna’s corpse, hoping that Tanya would be crazy enough to come back and try to fuck with him. Just thinking about it made him hard again. He fell asleep happy, a thick on his dick and a smile on his face.

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CHARLIE WILKENS: PART 2

    Charlie woke to the sound of fire crackling, warmth bleeding across his blanketed body. He was wearing sweats and a shirt which he didn’t recognize. The scratches on his arms had been cleaned, and scarred over. A roaring fireplace greeted his eyes as he rubbed the sleep from them.   He was in a dark living room, in what appeared to be a cabin. Across from him lay Adam, his eyes barely open, until he noticed that Charlie was awake.
    Adam sat up, a huge smile on his face, like a kid waking up to Christmas presents, “You’re awake!”
    Charlie eased himself up, his head pounding, and muscles achey, but otherwise feeling okay. “Yeah . . . Where are we? What happened?”
    “A cabin I found.”
    “How did we get here?”
    “I found you in a car, asleep. Your skin was blue and you wouldn’t wake up. I figured you for dead at first. But I   a weak pulse. So I carried you until I found a car with some life still in it, then drove until I found this place.”
    “You carried me?” Charlie said, stunned, but also feeling guilty for practically wishing Adam dead.
    “Yeah. Not far though. There was another car close from where you were. How are you feeling?”
    “Okay,” Charlie said, “A bit out of it, but alive.”
    “I got this, too,” Adam said, holding up a shotgun. “And a whole bag of ‘em, in case anyone shows up.”
    “Did ya’ get ammo, too?”
    “Of course, duh,” Adam said with a grin. Then, just like that, the glow in his face was gone. “I’m...I’m sorry about Callie.”
    Adam’s eyes were sad and mopey, all apologies.
    “Don’t worry,” Charlie said, calling on his best reassuring voice. “We’ll find her. And it wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing you could’ve done without a gun, except maybe get taken, too. Or killed.”
    “I wish it were me instead of her,” Adam said. “I mean, she’s a girl. God only knows what they’ll do to her.”
    “She’s a tough girl,” Charlie said. “And if they were government people like you said, then they’re probably