FTWD Shattered World

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PS.S: 31 chapters in a month 136k words. This translates into many hours of reading from the beginning until now, 1 ch/day. GGWP. And hey, the grammar took time to correct too, besides making it.

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"Our brother will jump at you the moment he sees you, little sister," Claire says as she approaches her sister who is looking at herself after her shower in the mirror, Claire has already taken a shower before and so has Amy and Liza.

Alicia smiles at her through the mirror as she sees Claire. "I think so too, but I won't be the only one."

"Well, our man has enough stamina to please us all," Claire says as she embraces Alicia from behind, resting her head on her shoulder as they look at their reflections in the mirror.

"True, he does," Alicia smiles.

"Look what I found in one of the closets of the rooms we searched," Claire says as she pulls out two delicate necklaces from her pocket. One is an open heart pendant in yellow gold and sterling silver on a gold chain, and the other is a moon pendant with round little brilliant diamonds over it in a platinum chain. "Which one do you want?"

Alicia liked both necklaces, hesitating briefly before taking the one with the moon. "This one."

"Naughty, naughty, Alicia. I liked that one too." Claire smiles, seeing which one her sister took. She also was eyeing that one, because Paul changed into a wolf with the moon. Seeing the smile on Alicia, she let her have it. Letting the other over the counter, she moves aside Alicia's hair to one side and puts the chain over her neck, locking the link.

"Beautiful! It fits you nicely. If before he would make you jump over his bones, now he will ravish you without stopping." Claire giggles.

"Thanks, sister. Here, let me put the other on you," Alicia smiles and takes the heart necklace, placing it around Claire's neck. "He won't let you rest either. You're gorgeous after all."

"We both are," Claire smiles at her as they exit the bathroom.

"Andrea? Your turn," Alicia says as she moves through the condo. "Andrea?"

Alicia sees her resting beside Amy and moves to her, shaking her body to wake her up. Liza is sitting by the table on the balcony, delighting in the landscape. The panoramic view from their room is of the beach and resort grounds at the back of the hotel.

"Already? Okay." Andrea says a little drowsily as she gets up.

Alicia leaves for the balcony where Liza is after seeing Andrea get up, crossing over the kitchen space while looking at the sunset over the horizon through the glass doors. As she steps outside, loud, discordant piano sounds fill the air, and they start seeing how the walkers all around the place react to the sound.

Those on the ground begin moving in the direction of the sound, while those locked in their rooms in the hotel start jumping from the balcony railings, falling to the ground below in a free fall with sickening thuds, leaving pools of blood where they smashed their heads. The others, limbs bent or exposed, begin rising and shambling toward the sound direction.

"Mom! Mom!" Alicia yells at the entrance of the building upon seeing the walkers plummeting from the sky.

"Chris!" Liza too, starts yelling frantically like Alicia.

"Mom!" Claire yelled with them after seeing what was happening once they started hearing the piano noises.

Andrea and Amy are already up and alert due to the commotion. Andrea sadly gave up her plans of having a shower like the rest.

"Chris!" Liza keeps calling out desperately.

"Maybe they don't hear us from this far. We should think of something else," Alicia suggests after realizing that their yelling may not be effective in warning them.

Suddenly, they hear gunshots from the entrance of the hotel, joining the piano sounds.

"Chris or Daniel are shooting the walkers at the entrance," Claire says, realizing the direction of the gunshots.

"Let's make more noise so they can hear us," Alicia quickly goes inside and picks up one of the guns left against the wall, grabbing an M4A1, and heads back to the balcony, shooting at the walkers attempting to enter the hotel on the ground.

After a moment, the piano music stops.

"They stopped," Alicia says, noticing the absence of piano music and gunshots.

"We should go and help them?" Amy asked as they reenter the room from the balcony.

"No, they'll be fine with Paul. You know what he's capable of," Claire reassures them. "Let's wait for them to come to us."

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Meanwhile, at the bar.

"We are so fucked up," Paul says as he hears Strand touch the first key. He was having an intimate time with his mother, tongue kissing her as he slowly moved his hand between her legs while she sat on his lap.

"Wha...What? What do you mean?" Madison asks, her face flushed as she continues kissing his lips, loving his tenderness.

"Wait," Paul says, but his mother still keeps kissing his lips, so he plays with her little tongue while trying to hear what is happening around them. He already begins to hear the walkers' noises all over, different from the situation when they came. He also hears his sisters yelling in the distance, calling out "Mom!" and "Paul". Liza's voice is also calling for Chris. Paul embraces his mother's waist and makes her get up with him.

"What's wrong, my love?" Madison asks, seeing him getting them up.

"We are in trouble, Mom," Paul explains quickly to her. "There are walkers coming to us because of Strand's piano sounds. Alicia and Claire are yelling at us as a warning."

Madison quickly listens attentively, becoming sober instantly at the mention of her daughters. 'Mom!' and 'Paul!' they keep screaming from far away. She also hears Liza yelling for Chris.

"Mom!" Alicia and Claire's voice sounds from far away.

"Chris!" Liza's voice also sounded from far away.

"Mom! Paul!" Their calls continue.

"Oh my God. Alicia, Claire. Paul, we need to go." Madison says already moving to grab her gun.

"Mom!" Alicia and Claire scream.

"Alicia, Claire," Madison says nervously, hearing them and fearing something is happening to them. "We have to find them."

"Strand! Strand! Stop playing the piano," Paul yells to Strand, already seeing the walkers across them being released from the shops and coming their way.

"Strand! Victor!" Madison also calls to him.

Strand continues touching the keys at random on the piano, making discordant piano notes. In his intoxicated state, he can't hear Paul or Madison because of the sound and the distance between them.

But sudden gunshot noises, like someone is discharging her magazine on something from the entrance, wake him up from his state, making him stop quickly his bad piano play. Then Chris abruptly enters the bar, kicking the door amidst Strand becoming clear-headed.

"Stop! Don't make more noise anymore. There is a sea of walkers outside!!" Chris yells as he pants, having run from outside. "They are appearing from everywhere."

*Gunshot noises* continue to be heard around them from the direction of the entrance. After a moment, they stop altogether, but Paul keeps hearing the growls and snarls of the walkers all over around them, getting closer to them as time passes.

"We need to go," Paul says, turning around and seeing the front glass wall already filled with walkers banging against it. "Strand!"

"Shit, Victor. Move away from there," Madison yells to him to get up from the piano.

"Oh shit, shit," Strand calls repeatedly as he moves to the bar counter and grabs his MP5.

"Let's go for the girls, and we'll fight our way out and make it to the lobby," Madison says as she straps the 3-point sling with the M4A1 over her shoulders.

Paul also leaves the AK variant over his back after attaching the 2-point sling and grabs the machete to have in hand, which he took when they descended the truck.

"Come on! Let's go!" Chris yells to them from the doors of the bar. They quickly move with him as the walkers already start pouring inside from the broken glass wall and other entrances.

"Let's go up from the stairwells to look for the girls," Paul says as he opens the door to them.

"Which floor?" Madison quickly asks him.

"Five or maybe six," Paul says as they are going up. In the door leading to the third floor, there are already walkers trying to pour into the stairwells.

The group prepares to shoot them when Paul stops them. "Wait, don't shoot."

Paul quickly dispatched three of them in a gruesome way that were blocking their way, before kicking a walker that was blocking the door, cleaving him in half and closing it, to stop more from getting inside. They kept climbing quickly into the fifth floor.

"Alicia, Claire!" Madison yelled in the floor hallway.

"Mom!" Chris also yelled.

They walked along the hallway, hearing the walkers' noises from the other wing around the corner and their rooms.

"Chris!" Liza called as she opened the room door and stepped out.

"Mom!" Alicia and Claire also exited, but differently from Liza, they were alert to anything that could happen outside the room.

"Alicia, Claire." Madison quickly embraced her daughters.

"I'm fine, Mom," Chris said to his mother who was checking on him, and also she kissed his lips.

"Let's continue the reunion in the room if we can, away from the danger. Thanks," Strand says as he enters the room, passing between Andrea and Amy who were at the door.

"Who was shooting?" Alicia asks as they enter inside.

"Given that Chris was with us at the moment of the gunshots, it was Daniel or Ofelia," Paul answers her as he embraces and kisses Andrea and Amy.

"You two are more gorgeous than usual," Paul comments as he looks at his sisters after they closed the door, giving them a wet tongue kiss as he grabs them by their round ass, pulling them closer to him, adoring how soft and malleable they are.

"Mhm. Brother," Alicia whispered in his mouth as she moaned, kissing him and feeling his touch.

"Little brother..." Claire also was like her sister, being putty in Paul's hands.

After a while of their hot reunion, they moved to the living room of the condo with the rest.

"We are trapped, there is a horde of walkers downstairs" Paul comments seeing they get as comfy as they can around the place.

"It's evening now, with the dark we will not see anything even if we try to leave. We should stay here for the night." Strand says as he sees the dark sky through the glass doors leading to the balcony.

"What about Ofelia and Daniel? we don't know what happened to them." Madison says to the group. "We should look for them, maybe they need our help."

"Madison, it's dangerous to go out now, with the stairs and the place already being filled with walkers," Strand says trying to make her reconsider thinking about searching for Daniel or Ofelia at this time.

"Alright, don't worry any of you. I will go camouflaged to the first floor to look for them. In the meantime, you all stay here inside." Paul says as he looks at his mother, his own sisters and the other pair of blonde sisters.

"Okay," Madison says to him, knowing that if there is someone in this world who will not have trouble with the walkers, it is her son. "But, try still to be careful."

"Alright, close the door after I leave, maybe a lot of walkers are already here," Paul says clearly.

Paul exited the room while hearing the door closing behind him. Two walkers came to him from both sides and he killed them at the same speed that they came to him. He left them there as they maybe would repel other walkers from moving to that place as they were there leaving their disgusting smell.

He walked along the clean hallway to the stairwells, but when he opened the door, he found a sea of walkers already standing in there. He closed the door as he grabbed one of them from the stairwells. Quickly he dislodged its head from its body with a jab, and the walker fell with a thud to the floor. With the machete, he then gutted it, putting its disgusting remains on his clothes, already hating having them on him.

Sighing, he got up and walked inside the stairwell, closing the door behind him. He was pretty creeped out being in there with the walkers; they were fucking terrifying, after all. They were fucking walking rotting human corpses, straight out of a horror story. What he was living and facing them so close, face to face, seeing their aspect in an enclosed, almost dark space - it made it worse.

With only his guts, he made his way along them, killing or pushing those that were in his way. A couple of them noticed his camouflage as he moved too quickly, and they were sensitive to it. Having no other choice, he killed them if they followed him or were close at hand; those farther away he left behind as he kept moving.

Not long after, he exited the stairwells, kicking while cleaving a walker blocking the entrance and the rest behind him, being pushed out. He also quickly did a swing of the machete, cutting off a few heads around him that noticed him after making such noise.

He moved a couple of steps and they lost track of him as he renewed the blood on him. Bathing in the spilled blood of those he had killed.

Moving through the lobby filled with walkers, he left the hotel and looked around the place, observing that it was surrounded by a horde of walkers. They will need to wait for them to move away, or he would need to actively make them move away from here.

He looked for signals from Daniel or Ofelia, seeing that there was one of their three cars not found in there, and it was the most precious of all - the pickup truck he had grabbed from this city, having the rest of the guns, ammo, and other things in it; the 'mamba' and the M2 hurt the most, body armor, and helmets. Cursing inside him with a subtle "fuck," he moved closer to the other two. He found bullet casings beside them, taking hold of one - it was a 7.62mm bullet, and he knew it was from one of the other AKs Daniel had in hand.

Gripping the casing, he still looked around for them, not finding blood around the place or something that could indicate what happened with them both. Just bodies that were a little far away in the direction of the stores and the entrance of the resort premises. He did a round a little farther between the walkers and returned to the cars.

In frustration, he killed one walker beside him with a punch, concluding they had left them because of survival, they just simply left, maybe Daniel had had a sudden relapse of whatever he had or they were still in the place somewhere. He doesn't continue thinking, leaving them space for doubt.

Looking around, he didn't want to move around them like sardines in a can in the stairwells again, so he walked around the hotel to his back and saw the room where the rest were currently. He also did a quick search around the rest of the rooms in the hotel and spotted light from quite a number of them. Not thinking that someone would see him in the darkness, he killed a couple of walkers that were close to the wall of the section of the hotel that he would climb. Securing more tightly the gun on his back so it wouldn't move around, he bent his legs and did a high jump, grabbing from the ledge of the second floor and propelling himself from floor to floor in the same way until he was on the fifth floor. Landing while standing on the balcony with a thud sound that alerted those inside the room.

Paul looked around and saw that in his excitement from doing acrobatics along the wall, he had climbed an extra floor. He could hear the group below this floor, but he also heard noises inside this room of someone moving around. He concluded there was a walker in there or a survivor.

He kept hearing for a moment but didn't hear walker noises, so he predicted that there was only one person inside. When he felt that whoever it was came close to the glass door of the balcony covered with curtains, he quickly grabbed the door and opened it, destroying the lock in the process. While grabbing the person's hand as it held an axe and his throat in the other.

"Shh...Shh, don't make a sound. I'm not going to hurt you," Paul said after noting that it was a black-haired woman with a fire axe in her hand.

The woman made sounds as if trying to speak and kicked around while looking at him with terrified eyes already with a few tears. He also smelled a peculiar smell from between her legs, a combination of pussy juices and urine, already imagining why.

"Tranquila, no te voy a lastimar. (Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you.)" Paul said to her in Spanish in case she didn't know English. Then, he removed the axe from her hands by force and moved away from her so she could calm down from her excited state.

The woman, when she saw Paul move away from her a little, quickly took a knife from the kitchen counter.

"Easy! I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not here to hurt you," Paul quickly said to her, trying to make her calm as she felt like a cornered animal.

"Me equivoqué de habitación. (I went into the wrong room). Okay?" Paul said to her with his hands up.

The woman hesitated for a moment as she saw him, before lowering the knife.

"If I wanted to do anything to you, I would have already done it. That knife isn't going to help you so much anyway," Paul said when he saw she was a little more calm. "This is a misunderstanding."

The woman looked at him in fear, alertness, and doubt in her eyes.

"Un malentendido. (A misunderstanding.) Alright?" Paul said to her, not knowing what language she could speak.

"Mi nombre es Paul (My name is Paul)," Paul said while leaving the axe beside him to make her more calm.

"A qué viniste? ¿Qué quieres? (What did you come for? What do you want?)" The woman asked him more calmly now and less tense.

ES "I don't want anything from you, I didn't come to hurt you. I went to the wrong room as I said before," Paul said to her as he sat relaxedly on the couch beside a low table.

"What room were you looking for to get into then?" The woman asked in English, seeing that he was a gringo.

"The one that is below this one," Paul said with a smile.

"Are you with the people down there?" The woman also sat in a chair beside him, visibly calm now, as she left the knife on the table, within reach but on the table.

"Yes, did you see them?" Paul asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but I heard them chatting, especially those girls yelling in the afternoon." The woman said. "You must be Paul or Chris they yelled for."

"Oh, I'm Paul. Those are my sisters and girlfriends." Paul smiled.

Seeing the pile of door signs on the table, Paul asked her, "Did you put the signs on the doors?"

"Yes, I classified each room to indicate which ones had dead people in them." The woman said, as she looked at the door signs and then at him.

Then, the woman, feeling more safe and secure around Paul, asked him, "Where are they hiding?"

"Where is who hiding?" Paul inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"No soy pendeja. (I'm not stupid) Where are they keeping Hector?" The woman asked angrily.

"Hey! There is no need to raise your voice, I can hear you loud and clear." Paul also raised his tone a little. "I don't know who Hector is and I don't know who they are. Whoever it is you are referring to."

"I came here today with my family and friends," Paul said to her. "Well, it was nice talking to you, unknown woman. But I need to go, my family is waiting for me to come back."

Paul then got up and moved to the door, but the woman quickly blocked his way when he was about to open it.

"What?" Paul asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"The dead are in the stairwells and around the hallway on the floor below. You cannot go down." The woman said.

"I saw those in the stairwells but how did they also get into the hallway?" Paul inquired in doubt, he had killed two walkers but they were from the other wings that leaked to this one, unless she opened the doors in that section in the afternoon when they started yelling, that way they were leaking into there in the first place.

"I contained the problem, for that I needed to move the dead onto the floor." The woman said hesitatingly.

"What was the problem?" Paul asked.

"You. You were." The woman said. "I moved the dead to protect myself from all of you. It is our defense."

"I don't know what you're talking about, we are not here to hurt you, we don't even know you were here until I got into your room by chance," Paul said to her. "Anyway, I still need to go, those walkers are not a problem for me, you already saw how easily I got into your room."

The woman still insisted on him not leaving, even after knowing he had to have some skill to get into her balcony and the danger he still represented to her being near her.

Paul had a headache with this woman; he didn't know if she was stupid or what.

"Alright, what's your name?" Paul asked as he massaged his forehead. "And who's Hector?"