From the Ashes

[May]

His kisses were welcome and she pushed up to return them happily. Kissing him reminded her that she was alive. That he was alive. And that they were not alone in this world anymore. Even with the thought of the little girl and her mother and baby sibling else where, she couldn't stop herself from thinking how it was much better to be alone and safe with this man here who wanted to kiss her just as much as she wanted to kiss him.

She let him pull her along, moving her short frame along his longer one until he had her where he wanted her. She reached up and pulled her glasses off, tossing them to the other side of the bed so she didn't get annoyed with them as they slid down her nose. When he spoke though, any thoughts about being annoyed by her glasses or anything else slipped from her mind. Yes, it was fantastic that there were others out there, it was fantastic that they were helping and doing good for those they could. But his words...his words made her heart flutter some.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking like a fish gulping for air. She didn't know what to say that. What did you say to that? So instead of saying anything she leaned down and kissed him firmly, running her fingers up into his dark hair and entwining her fingers into his long locks.

The sound of footsteps brought her out of the kiss some, but didn't move her off of him any. If the girl was going to come into the room without knocking, she'd have to living with seeing them close like this. Helena had never sheltered the younger kids in her family, nor was she often sheltered either, from the goings on of adults. She wasn't about to start now. She'd learn to knock if she was bothered by it.

"I'm really rather glad I met you as well," she murmured softly against his mouth. "It's very nice to have you to not be alone with."

[Lyzan]

Having her hands running through his hairs brought a sense of serenity to Mike. He liked it. Nay, he loved them. Loved the warmth of her body so close to him, loved her scent and the sound of her voice by his ears. He loved everything about this woman. Perhaps it was the lack of interaction with another being that'd made him feel this way about her. Then again, it was probably because he was growing fond of her for who she was. Mike could only smile at her reply. Then he wrapped Helena around her shoulders in an arm and rolled himself atop of her. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched her expression where she laid on her back before he slowly returned to claim her lips. The pressure of the kiss instantly increased, rivaling the burning passion that'd swelled within his chest. With a coarse hand around the back of her neck, the other intimately caresses the woman, conveying his needs and desires as they grazed over her contours. He groaned into her mouth, utterly lost and dazed once again, just like he had in that store-room.

Mike was completely oblivious to the dancing shadows under the door until a soft thud sounded, almost like a knock. He ignored it at first, his lips merely curved to a smile as he inwardly chuckled. Ah, for the first time, it felt good to be reminded that there was another living human among them despite of the interruption. Another louder knock caused his head to lift up from Helena.

"Next time, remind me to hang the 'do not disturb' sign before room-service decided to send the meal up, will you?" Mike jested as he smiled down to Helena.

THUD! THUD!

The man's head then whipped about to face the door as he finally sensed the urgency behind the knock, "Angel? Is everything alright? I'll be right there.." said Mike as he pushed himself off the bed, hissing as his injury accidentally knocked against the bed. "Hhsss.. Fu.."

THUCK!

The knock became louder and Mike was certain that it was not the doing of a kid. His head turned to the door and immediately noticed the vertical crack in the center of the door. His eyes widened as he climbed out of the bed.

"Shit!"

THUCK! THUCK!
CRRRAAAASSHHH!

It'd happened too fast and Mike wasn't aware that what'd just burst through the door wasn't at all like their average zombie. His vision was hindered by flying splinters and planks that he'd not noticed an obese pale woman was literally charging at him with the speed of a rhino. It was one of those new bred again, the running type. Before he knew it, his back was half buried into the stucco wall right next to the bed with his hands pushing at the creature's thick neck. Mike panicked as he struggled against the much greater force in front of him. Her swollen face and dark teeth mere inches away from his face. Every second went by, he could feel the insides of the wall behind him, tearing into his back. Fuck, Mike silently cursed. Just when he thought they were safe, just when he'd thought it was alright to let their guard down, something happened. At that moment, as much as he wanted Helena to rescue him, he feared and could only hope that the creature wouldn't find him no longer in her interest. He rather go through the wall with this thing to give his companion some time to equip herself proper than to come to his rescue barehanded.

[May]

She'd enjoyed the change in position and was enjoying his renewed kisses. But the sound at the door was becoming urgent and she was not at all enjoying that. "That sounds like a good idea," she chuckled at his comment about the sign, siting up herself some as he moved to climb out of the bed. But she could tell that whoever was at the other side of the door, was not the little girl that had helped them into this room. She moved faster than he did, rolling to the other side of the bed and onto the floor with a jarring thud to her knees.

She didn't have time to grab her glasses, but she figured she could tell the difference between Mike and whatever cam in through the door. And sure enough, she could. Because there was no mistaking him for that thing that had just come through. She sat on her knees, looking at him in horror as the thing charged at him, unable to move. It was hard to tell, she was so big and sweaty, if she was newly dead or had been for weeks now. There was so much of her to rot away, that it would be hard to tell really. She didn't like it either way.

Stirring out of her thoughts she grabbed at the nearest weapon, which was thankfully her bat. She scurried to her feet, grabbing at the crowbar as well, tossing it onto the bed as she advanced around the mattress to come to Mike's aid. She could see the wall starting to crack behind him and she didn't even want to think about what exactly it was doing to Mike's body if it was doing that to the wall.

"Hey!" she called, trying to get the thing's attention. She smacked her bat against the metal of the bed frame, calling out again. The thing turned to look at her, pulling away from Mike thankfully to turn her attention to the new meal that stood before her. "Crowbar. On the bed," she said quickly to Mike, so he knew where his weapon was so he could help if he could manage it.

The thing came at her with a speed she didn't like. It was hard enough sometimes, avoiding the slower ones. But this thing, moved way too fast for what she was. Helena brought her bat up and swung at the disgusting monster, swinging for whatever she could at that moment and praying that it did something to slow her down.