Zombie Fighter Jango #1 The Road to Hell Is Paved With Zombies by Cedric Nye

and spirit.
    They fell asleep after that, a soft and gentle sleep as they lay naked, entangled in each other’s arms. They were tired, and they slept soundly, peacefully unaware of the growing horde of zombies outside their sanctuary.

Chapter 14:
    Getting Ready to Go
     
    When they finally woke up, Jango and Sonja didn’t feel any awkwardness with each other or their situation. Quite the contrary, they both felt relaxed and comfortable together.
    “Hey you ,” Sonja purred sleepily at Jango.
    “Mmmmmm,” Jango replied, smiling as he turned his head to kiss her cheek. He put his hand on her bare thigh as he felt her lips respond to his kiss. He felt his penis begin to stir, but he quelled his feelings of passion quickly. He knew that they had to get out of there, and fast.
    Jango disentangled his limbs from Sonja’s, stood up, and stretched like a big cat. With his arms over his head, he stretched his torso until the ribs and muscles stood out like a bunch of fists pressing against the inside of his skin.
    He jumped as he felt her hand grip his flaccid penis. “No, no, no, no, no!” He said as he felt himself respond to her touch. “We still have to get out of here. I’m surprised no one has stormed this place yet, but we can’t push our luck, Sonja.”
    She let go of his penis, and sighed. “Fine, can I at least wash up? That is, if the water is still on. I can grab some clean clothes off the racks and be as fresh as a daisy in no time.”
    “Yeah, yeah, of course,” Jango replied. “I will get the rest of what we need, and then we will bail.” He was profoundly relieved that she was still on board with his plan to leave the relative comfort of the gun store for the unknown dangers outside the walls.
    He hurriedly checked the store for the few items he desired. He found the emergency and survival gear easily enough, and grabbed a ferro-rod for starting fires, a compass, and several emergency sheets made out of Mylar that came folded up in little 3 inch squares. The folded sheets of Mylar weren’t much thicker than a matchbook.
    Jango packed the goods into his backpack, and went back the way he had come.
    On his way to the back, he grabbed eight boxes of 9mm cartridges, some cargo pants, socks, and a long sleeve shirt. The clothes were a camouflage pattern, which he disliked, but Jango really didn’t care; he just wanted some fresh clothes. As an afterthought, he grabbed an extra package of socks for Sonja.
    Weaving his way through the dimly lit back area of the store, his eyes roved, checking every box and every cage for medical gear. His eyes lit up when he spotted a small, but well-appointed medical supply cabinet that had a locking hasp on the door. The door was hanging open, and he could see pill bottles, gauze, and every other kind of first-aid equipment that he could want.
    Jango quickly filled a shoulder bag with the items he wanted : pre-threaded sutures, a bottle of erythromycin, and some morphine tablets. “Just in case,” he said to himself. He then repacked his backpack with the extra ammunition in the bottom, making sure his spare magazines were in the outside pockets of the pack.
    He looked over some of the other pill bottles, and noticed several little three-packs of medication. On closer examination, he saw that they were labeled as “PEP (Post-Exposure Prophylaxis),” and had the names of three medications on the containers. “Interferon, AZT, and Ribavirin?”
    Then Jango remembered what the medications were used for. They were used for people who had been exposed, or believed they had been exposed to HIV or Hepatitis. The medication would be taken for a couple of weeks, and it was supposed to keep people from contracting the viruses.
    “I wonder if this shit would work if I get bit or something ? That Z-Virus can’t be that much worse than HIV, right?” Jango had a long-standing habit of talking to himself. He even answered his own questions sometimes.
    “Whatcha doing?” Sonja