First Page: Rebel’s Stand – Post Apoc
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103 days post outbreak
Rebel’s heart skipped a beat. She exhaled and leaned against the abandoned minivan she hid behind, eyes glued on the classic red mustang that rumbled to a halt a short distance away. Her fingers curled on the gun in the holster at her back, more out of habit than fear. The driver’s side door of the car squeaked open.
Her jaw dropped.
For a moment she experienced epic meltdown—like a teenager at a boy band concert. Her hands fluttered. Fear, joy and apprehension all collided together, causing an instant of life threatening confusion. She swallowed hard.
Duh. Men used to make up fifty percent of the population so the chances were always high that the new group would send a man. But still, Rebel found herself completely unprepared. Real, live human beings were rare now and the thought of having someone else to speak to, someone to touch, or…whatever. The concept almost brought her to her knees. And this wasn’t another female she was meeting up with here, but a man. Hopefully, a heterosexual man.
Oh gawd…what if he were hetero? And single. That meant…meant…sex? She might be able to have sex with a person and not a toy? Her eyes closed and she touched her forehead against the side of the van.
What should she do? Hormones couldn’t take charge of this situation. This was life or death. She was confronting this person alone and a day early. Rebel lifted her head, thinking hard. Jason, her only companion is this shitty new world was asleep in the RV parked in the far corner of the rest stop, unaware of the danger she was in because they’d expected to meet up with these survivors tomorrow. Tomorrow. Not now. Ugh.
How could she be certain this man was part of the group she’d made contact with? Was he their scout? Or was he someone else entirely who happened to be at the right place at the right time?
Was he a threat…a raging asshole out for rape and murder, or another rare survivor with actual morals, a man she could…trust?
Trust. She blinked. A rare commodity these days.
The stranger stood up and the car door slammed shut behind him. Oh, wow. She peered at the guy from her hiding place a few spaces away, her thoughts skimming over the last few chaotic months. How long had it been since she’d seen another man alive? She hadn’t seen anyone except Jason, since…since…damn, she couldn’t remember.
Her eyes devoured him—from the top of his angelic hair to the tips of his kick ass black boots. He took a few determined steps; his head turning to examine the vacant parking lot dotted with trash and discarded vehicles. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his shoulder length blond hair and dark jeans that cupped his pelvis and ass in all the right places. And those tats! Dear God, she was a sucker for a man with tats. Colored artistry sleeved both of his muscled arms, and some flamed up from the collar of his fitted black T shirt, licking up his magnificent corded neck. Her breath caught in her throat as her traitorous body instantly flooded with white-hot lust.
Her nails dug into her palms. How could she possibly be turned on? How? Her eyes hardened and her lips formed a thin line. No more gawking. She was stuck there, with little cover and she needed to figure out an escape plan, fast. Surviving a devastating outbreak and struggling for survival in a post-apocalyptic, “I Am Legend” type-of-world would turn anyone into a stone-cold killer. It certainly made her jumpy as hell. Feeling indecisive, Rebel fingered her weapon and smiled grimly. Should she shoot this potentially dangerous stranger now, or jump him and fuck his brains out?
“I know you’re here.” His voice sounded impossibly deep and sexy as it echoed in the vast, empty space. “I can hear you breathe.”
Her heart stopped. She cupped her hand over her mouth.
Damn. How was that possible?
Boots crunched on asphalt. “I saw you when I drove in.” His voice inched closer. She pulled her gun. “Come on out,” he said, his intonation both smooth and sultry. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk.”
Yeah, right. Her jaw clenched. That’s what they all said, right before the raping and beating commenced. No thank you.