Redoubt: Vampire vs. Zombies

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"We are so screwed," Private Patricia Etienne said aloud, watching the hordes of the shambling dead which surrounded the town of Redoubt, the last bastion held by humanity. Redoubt, the fortified enclave with the sixty-meter-high cement walls, patrolled at all hours by dozens of armed men and women. Like so many others before it, in the end, Redoubt would fall, and planet Earth would belong to the Zombies...

Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, Patricia Etienne braced herself for a long night. The night shift sucked but someone had to do it. Snapping on her night vision goggles, she inspected her gun, her ammo, and her emergency pack. Above all else, she wished she could use her head phones, but part of being a sentinel was using all of one's senses. Too bad this meant listening to the sound of...them.

When a Zombie spots prey, it moans, a rather disturbing sound that has the power to chill a living human to the bone. It can make brave men and women shake, and fills their heart with dread like an icy fist. Prolonged exposure to Zombie moans triggers depression in humans. When a million Zombies converge upon a place and moan, the sound which they collectively make can drive a human insane. It's simply hunger given voice...times a million.

"Defeatism has never gotten anyone anywhere," came a deep masculine voice, startling Patricia Etienne out of her dark musings. Patricia turned around and found herself staring at...him. Adnan Samatar, a six-foot-four, athletic and muscular man with dark brown skin, a slick goatee and a smooth shaved head. He still wore his army fatigues, and looked positively upbeat in spite of the late hour.

Patricia Etienne was surprised by Adnan's presence, to say the least. Indeed, the Somali-born former U.S. Army soldier had somehow gained access to the Redoubt rampart long after the retractable stair cases had been pulled as a precaution. There he stood, in his dark green uniform, with something of a wry grin on his dark, handsome face.

"Captain Samatar, sir, I didn't see you there," Patricia Etienne replied, and she actually managed a salute, much to Adnan's amusement. The Captain returned the salute, and sighed. Looking at Patricia, he grinned, showing teeth that always seemed too damn white to her for some reason. Human civilization had fallen worldwide, and things like toiletries were rare luxuries nowadays, but the Captain always seemed a bit too clean.

"At ease, soldier, just inspecting the ramparts, that's all," Adnan said, and he wished Patricia Etienne would learn to frigging relax. Tall and curvy, with dark brown skin, dark hair cut regulation short, her brown eyes filled with fright which she thought she concealed behind a stern expression, Patricia represented everything that was wrong with today's troopers, in Adnan's opinion.

In a world overrun by the flesh-eating Undead, with only one hundred thousand human souls left anywhere, Adnan Samatar wished that people would learn to relax. A positive attitude was a key part of the survival game. The town of Redoubt arose in the bombarded, ruined remmants of the City of Minneapolis, in an area that was once home to a thriving community of Somali-Americans. Adnan's people. Even now, Adnan Samatar could almost envision what had been.

With the State of Minnesota gone, along with the United States of America and the rest of the world, the Somalis of Minneapolis constituted the single largest ethnic group among the remaining humans. They made up eleven percent of the population of Redoubt, and this caused some tension among the others. Even with death literally at their door on shambling legs, a lot of people hadn't learned their lesson.

As far as Adnan was concerned, the time had come for the human survivors to stop thinking of themselves as Europeans, Africans, Latinos, Asians or Arabs. The time had come for them to be simply human...and try to survive the Undead. The old world was gone. Everyone they knew was dead. Europe was gone. Africa was most likely gone. Asia was gone for sure. No one heard anything out of Australia or the Pacific in ages. They were on their own.

The Zombies waited patiently in their hordes, and Adnan couldn't help but admire their efficiency. The Captain's keen eyes peered through the darkness, and he saw them, in their legions, side by side. Things that had once been men and women of all colors and all faiths, transformed by the Zombie plague into walking nightmares. Tall and short, pale and dark, male and female, chubby and skinny, rich and poor, the Undead didn't discriminate. They welcomed everyone into their ranks, and one bite was all it took...

"What do you think goes through their heads?" Patricia Etienne asked, her voice barely above a whisper, and the Captain almost rolled his eyes. The Undead could sense the living across great distances, and they were keenly aware of the living souls trapped inside the town of Redoubt, packed like sardines, while a walking plague waited to devour them. Zombies aren't predators they are a disease, Adnan Samatar silently reminded himself.

"Private Etienne, the Zombies are as thoughtless as a virus, they consume until there's nothing left, they don't need to think or feel, that's what living things do, not the shambling Undead," Captain Adnan Samatar replied while stroking his goateed chin. Patricia nodded, and scanned the crowd of Zombies, over a million thick, as they moaned and grasped for the sentinels on the high walls, patiently awaiting...what?

"Sometimes I wonder if some of them are regaining their intelligence," Patricia said, and the Captain shook his head vehemently. Patricia was born a couple of years after the Zombies began to rise, and she'd lived in their world her entire life. When America died, Patricia Etienne was born, the daughter of Haitian immigrants who settled in Minnesota after the xenophobic government led by a certain rich New Yorker collapsed.

In Patricia's lifetime, the world crumbled. The United States of America fell to the Zombies, as did Europe, Asia, Africa and other parts of the world. Patricia's parents, Lorenzo and Mariella Etienne remembered a world where people went to the movie theater, shopped at the mall, paid taxes, flew in airplanes, rode trains, and most of all, the dead stayed dead and Zombies were the stuff of bad movies and television shows.

To Patricia, fighting Zombies was as normal as learning to drive had been for her parents generation. She learned to inspect family members, friends and strangers for bites. She learned to aim for the head. She learned to move without making noise. She learned to trust no one. In a world overrun by the Zombies, a lot of times, a living human's worst enemy wasn't the damn shambling hordes but another human, one ruthlessly determined to survive at all cost.

"Private Patricia Etienne, if the Zombies ever learned to think, your species would become extinct," Captain Adnan Samatar said, flashing her a disturbing smile. Patricia watched as the officer walked away, arms clasped behind his back. Although she appeared calm, his words truly disturbed her. There was something strange about the Captain, but Patricia couldn't quite put her finger on it...

"Not the sharpest tool in the bunch," Captain Adnan Samatar thought to himself as he walked away. Patricia Etienne was cute, with a really nice ass, but he didn't give her much of a chance when the shit hit the fan. Adnan scanned the darkness that surrounded the ramparts, and his keen eyes saw more than just the Zombies out there. There was something else waiting in the darkness, and it's that something which Adnan actually feared...

After patrolling the streets of Redoubt, and greeting the armed sentinels he saw, Captain Adnan Samatar retreated to the catacombs, as they called the vast underground network that lay beneath the town of Redoubt's foundations. The humans sealed the underground, for fear of a Zombie invasion from below. Captain Samatar went there regularly in search of sustenance. The town of Redoubt had a thriving rat population, and their blood tasted wonderful...

"Hmm, nice," Adnan said, smiling, as he grabbed a plump rat, and sank his fangs into its neck. The hairy creature struggled, but to no avail. The Vampire's fangs made short work of the rat, and the apex predator drank his fill. As was his custom, Adnan buried the rat, for he didn't care to leave behind any evidence of his predations. Long ago, he'd sworn never to feed on humans, and he was still keeping his word, even during the Zombie apocalypse...

Adnan allowed himself a moment of respite as he sat on a bench in the cool darkness. He sat down, and relished the sensation of living blood coursing through his non-living body. Surrounded by the humans on one side and the Zombies on the other, Adnan desperately missed the company of his own kind. Too bad the Vampire community was starkly divided these days...

While many of his fellow Vampires saw the humans as a plague and relished having the Zombies consume them, Adnan and a few others felt that humanity deserved to survive. The Vampires were fighting their own covertly over this whole apocalypse mess, and the war was in a stalemate. Adnan loathed this state of affairs. Besides, with humanity gone, how would the Vampire community replenish its ranks?

"Wow, Adnan, look at what you've become," came a feminine voice, and Adnan shuddered, cursing himself for getting so distracted. He rose abruptly and turned around, and a vision of beauty greeted him. Before him stood Hodan Hamideh, a six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned, absolutely stunning young Somali woman with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. Amusement danced in those eyes as they coolly appraised the startled Vampire.

"Salaam, Hodan," Adnan replied, and Hodan grinned, raking her tongue over her sharp fangs. Dressed in a black sweatshirt and blue jeans, Hodan looked even better than she had the last time Adnan laid eyes on her. Like him, she once called Minneapolis home, long before the Zombies arose, long before she became a Vampire. In her transformed state, Hodan was eerily beautiful...and dangerous.

"Adnan, you live underground and feed on rats, that's a damn shame, all this for your precious humans? Ha," Hodan said, her sing-song voice dripping with sarcasm. Adnan winced in embarassment, wondering how long she'd been there. He hadn't sensed her at all. Hodan scoffed and stepped closer, and glared at him, hands on her hips.

"Why are you here alone?" Adnan asked, wondering where the others were. A long time ago, when they were both students at the University of Minnesota, they'd lived in different worlds. Adnan was studying for his Criminal Justice degree while serving in the U.S. Army while Hodan majored in business management. She was the star of the University of Minnesota's women's basketball team, and somehow, they ended up dating.

"Malek sent me, and he wants you to withdraw from Redoubt because the humans are doomed and will soon be overrun," Hodan said flatly. Upon hearing Malek's name, Adnan almost flinched. Malek Al-Baghdadi, an ancient Vampire originally from Iraq, had been the one who transformed him into one of the blood drinkers. Adnan in turn had turned Hodan, and they should have been one big happy immortal family, but the Zombie plague happened, and everyone took sides...

"Malek's here? How many are with him?" Adnan asked, looking carefully at Hodan while trying to gauge what he was up against. Malek is quite formidable as a Vampire, and he commanded much respect among their remaining kind. By contrast, Adnan and the few Vampires who sided with humanity against the Zombies were a tiny minority. The majority of the Vampires favored allowing Zombies to wipe out the humans, then playing the waiting game until the Zombies decayed, and the world was finally theirs...

"All of us, of course, why don't you stop this foolish mission and join us?" Hodan hissed, and she looked at Adnan with sheer contempt. Adnan remained stedfast in his refusal to bow down to Malek and join them, and this angered Hodan, who came for him. The female Vampire pounced on Adnan, moving with preternatural speed.

"Hodan, come on," Adnan protested as Hodan grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. The ancient catacombs shook as the two Vampires brawled. Adnan rebounded against the wall and came at Hodan, fangs bared and fingernails extended into claws. Hodan lashed out at Adnan, catching him on the chest and drawing blood. Adnan yelped in pain, and Hodan laughed victoriously.

"Adnan, you haven't had human blood in ages, you're so weak and frigging pathetic," Hodan teased as she stood over him. Overconfidence shall always be a fatal flaw, Adnan thought as he lashed out with a swift kick, knocking Hodan off balance. Before she could recover, he leapt at her, catching her unawares and pinning her to the dusty floor.

"Gotcha," Adnan said, looking into Hodan's eyes, and instead of resisting, she looked at him and grinned. Adnan blinked in surprise as Hodan wrapped her athletic, yet voluptuous body around his. Locking her legs around his torso, she looked at him, her eyes filled with need. When she arched her back, and bared her throat to him, Adnan just about lost control. Primal urges he'd long denied himself came to the forefront...

"Do what comes natural," Hodan said coyly, and Adnan nodded, then sank his fangs into her neck. As Adnan tasted her blood, Hodan sank her fingers into his chest wounds and then licked them. When she tasted his blood, she saw right through his mind and soul. Visions of Adnan masquerading as a soldier among the humans, always volunteering for away missions into Zombie-infested lands and always working at night surged through Hodan's mind.

When Adnan tasted Hodan's blood, he saw her inner world. Hodan had been a most faithful soldier to Malek, and the Vampire prince had hundreds of Vampires, male and female, at his command. Still, while Adnan expected Hodan to have become Malek's lover, he found no evidence of this. It would seem that she was holding out for someone else...

"You're here because you want me," Adnan said, amazed, and Hodan threw her head back and laughed. When they were both newbie Vampires, Hodan had seemed fascinated by Malek, their master, and Adnan had withdrawn because of that. Among Vampires, the females flocked to the most powerful and charismatic males, just like they did among humans. Long before the Zombie plague occured, Adnan left Malek's side because he thought his seemingly all-powerful maker wanted his woman, Hodan...

"Adnan, you fool, I want you, not him," Hodan blurted out, astonished by his obtuse mindset. Alive or Undead, men would never cease to amaze her with their lack of insight into female minds and female motives. Hodan kissed Adnan, hoping he would finally get the hint. Adnan kissed her back, and then he began making love to her. About damn time, Hodan thought, a bit impatient.

"Oh Hodan," Adnan whispered, smiling as she undressed, revealing a sexy, curvy body that models in ages past would envy. Hodan grinned as Adnan caressed her breasts, then he went to work on her. Adnan began sucking on Hodan's nipples, even as he slid his hand between her thick, sexy legs. Hodan sighed happily as Adnan kissed a path from her tits to her pelvic area. When he buried his face between her legs, Hodan nodded in approval.

"Go for it," Hodan cooed softly, and Adnan began munching on her sweet pussy, loving the way she smelled and tasted. Adnan hadn't been with anyone sexually since he left Hodan by Malek's side. When a human and a Vampire have sex, there's a strong chance of the Vampire infecting the human and triggering their transformation into one of the blood drinkers. For this and a few other reasons, Adnan led a chaste existence in the town of Redoubt...

"It's been a while for me," Adnan paused to say, and Hodan nodded, then rubbed the back of his neck urgently. Adnan got the hint and resumed eating Hodan's pussy. She felt a tingle down below as her lover pleasured her. Later, Adnan put Hodan on all fours, and admired her big beautiful ass. When Hodan shook that big ass at him, Adnan felt his dick harden and lengthen in his pants...

"What are you waiting for?" Hodan asked tersely, and Adnan grinned, then rubbed his long, hard member against her big beautiful bum. With a swift thrust, Adnan entered her. Hodan grimaced at the oh-so welcome intrusion, and pressed her big ass against Adnan's groin. Adnan went to town on her, smacking her big ass and pulling her hair while slamming his dick into her pussy. Hmm, that's how I like it, Hodan thought.

"Give me that sweet ass," Adnan said as he gripped Hodan's hips and worked his dick deep inside of her. Hodan moaned softly, rubbing her erect nipples with one hand and massaging her pussy with the other hand as Adnan pounded away at her. The two Vampires fucked and sucked the night away, and then spent the rest of the day stalking the catacombs, away from the hated sunlight...

"Adnan, you belong with us," Hodan said to him, as they explored the catacombs together. Adnan nodded and took her hand in his, then brought it to his lips. Handsome and corny, Hodan thought, grinning. Adnan was pleased to see her, and since he hadn't been with his own kind in ages, Hodan could tell that his affection for her was genuine. Still, a gal has her mission...

"Hodan, what if we could just leave?" Adnan said aloud, and he saw Hodan's eyes narrow. He sat her down on a boulder, and then explained himself. Adnan had been a strong ally for the human race for ages, but he could feel the walls of his secretive existence close on him. In the early days of the war, it was easy to go about unnoticed, for the humans had bigger problems. Now, though, Adnan felt they were close to discovering his identity as a Vampire...

"Yes, my love, leave the humans, you belong with us, the world will be ours for eternity," Hodan said excitedly, and Adnan bit his lip, then shook his head. This requires careful handling, Adnan thought as he looked at Hodan, and wondered how to break the news to her. What Adnan had in mind was something a little different...

"Hodan, let's walk away from the war, leave the humans, the Zombies, and by all means, let's also leave Malek and his cabal, we can find a place without humans, without Zombies and without other Vampires, and spend eternity there," Adnan said, eyes brimming with hope. Wallahi I have cast my lot with a fool, Hodan thought, her ire rising.

"Adnan, quit being a dreamer and fucking wake up, the humans are going down, and the Zombies will decay into significance someday soon, we are the future, us Vampires, stand with us and stop being a sheep," Hodan said angrily. Adnan looked at her, this beautiful female Vampire he loved so much, and sadly shook his head. I cannot follow her path, Adnan thought resignedly.

"Genocide isn't my style, Hodan, I love you but I can't do this," Adnan said, and that's when Hodan grabbed him by the collar and tossed him against the wall. This time, before Adnan could rebound, Hodan pulled a sharpened piece of wood from her sleeve and shoved it into him. Instead of staking his heart, however, Hodan drove her weapon into Adnan's belly...

"Adnan, you chose wrong, and now, you will die, and the human race will soon follow," Hodan said, and with that, she pulled a second stake from her sleeve. Adnan, in incredible pain, looked up at Hodan, whom he loved so much, and saw nothing but raw hatred in her lovely eyes. Hodan drew back her fist, ready to plunge the second wooden shaft into Adnan's chest and end his eternal life...

Private Patricia Etienne finished her tour of duty, and then, after resting for a few hours, decided to find Captain Adnan Samatar and give him a piece of her mind. The Somali-American soldier was definitely a mysterious guy, and no one saw him during the day. He was seldom seen in the mess hall, and didn't care for anyone's company. As far as she knew, he didn't have any girlfriends, or boyfriends. Mystery man my ass, Patricia thought.

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