Less than an hour after they left, the sounds of cars could be heard in the distance behind them. 

They had already taken note of the fact that the cars they had found along the way were empty of people, and that the people who followed their tracks to the farmhouse had come out the moment darkness descended.

It would not take them long to find Austin.  Getaway cars were hotwired, gas stowed in the trunks of them, and the women found themselves boarding up the lobby of what had been a luxury hotel. 

Present day…

“Ohhhhhhh….

…baaaabe…

….oh yeah…

Right there…..”

A low and endless moan rolled from Helena’s throat and urged Bette on.

“Like that baby?” She murmured, moving faster, then slowing her actions again.

Helena nodded, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttering. “Right there…ooooh myyyy…”

“I know all your special places, don’t I babe.” Bette chuckled as her thumbs continued firm circles.

“You give the BEST foot massages EVER.” Helena exclaimed once Bette was through. “Now what do you want?” She quickly sat up and nudged Bette down onto her back.

“You know what I want love.” Bette’s eyebrows wiggled suggestively. She flipped over onto her stomach and luxuriated in a half hour long shoulder rub. When it was over, they sighed contentedly and stretched out on the bed together. Helena nuzzled Bette’s neck, laying against her chest. Soon she lay more on Bette than on the bed, but Bette certainly didn’t mind.

“Welcome to Texas.” Bette muttered.  Their bed was king sized, their bedroom suite larger than the average house.  For breakfast, they had all eaten a giant portion of steak and eggs, before polishing their gun collections.  Texas was fulfilling their deepest held stereotypes, even at the end of the world.

Helena’s palm beat lightly against Bette’s chest, matching the rhythm of her heart. She looked up briefly, watching Caiohme as the little girl took her afternoon nap beside the bed.  Helena’s lips curled into a soft smile—lately, Caiohme preferred to sleep with a small stuffed puppy, found in a home along the way.  The puppy had nearly cost Bette her right arm.  But she valiantly rescued it from the clutches of a zombie, fought five more on her own, and delivered it triumphantly to her daughter.

Of course things were not running normally outside of their hotel compound. The high security building was protecting the small group of women from yet another threat…

…this time, they were hiding from other survivors.

Two groups of survivors, in fact. Though, the infection had obviously done something to them.  They could only come out at night, and for some reason, their mental capabilities prohibited the uses of weaponry which surely would have taken Bette, Helena and the others out of their hiding places.

“Oh shit…” Bette’s torso twisted quickly and she slid off the bed. “They’re here early.” She said tensely.

Helena sighed and got out of Bette’s way, before scooping the baby up and sitting her near the main room’s couch where she could still see her through the bedroom door. She stood next to Bette, watching as two groups of warring factions made their way to the street in front of them, many stories below.

Tbc…muahahahaha