a little too big for her but were better than nothing.
A winter coat was pushed underneath a shelf, and although there was a tear in the arm, and the coat itself was filthy from the dust and grime on the ground, she took it and slipped it on. The clothing she wore was on its last leg anyway, and anything other than what she had on was like gold.
The vending machines proved pretty much useless as the glass was busted out and everything taken from inside it. But she moved toward the back, saw that a few bags of chips and even one chocolate bar were behind it, and sent a silent thanks to whoever was helping her find this stuff right now.
After she got what she needed, she headed out of the clothing store and went into a few other ones, collecting what she could carry, and finally stopping at the lone grocery store in this town. It was much bigger than the other buildings she had gone into, and compared to the chain businesses in Denver, it looked more like a convenience store at a gas station.
Grass and weeds were starting to make their way through the numerous cracks in the pavement right in front of the doors. There were a few busted and partially dismantled cars in the distance, but she didn’t see any movement. The sun was especially bright today, but it was still cold as hell. She lifted her arm and blocked the light as she stared at one of the cars.
The glare off the windshield proved to block out anything that was inside. But if an infected were lying low in a hibernated state in there, it would have seen her and come staggering out.
The frigid wind picked up, and the scent of winter in the air slammed into Rebecca. She pulled the coat around her tighter, adjusted her bag and tote on her shoulders, and headed forward. The front window was broken in one spot, and the dirty and foggy-looking glass spoke of age and death.
Rebecca gritted her teeth at the cold weather that was coming on way too fast and moved inside after she once again made sure it was safe. After she was done here, she’d head back to the warehouse and hunker down for a very cold night.
Collin sat back and stared at the woman moving to each store in town. He was currently sitting in one of the beaten-down cars that was close to the grocery store she just entered.
He could see her moving around in there, and although he was tempted to go to her, Collin didn’t want to scare her. He had seen how shifty she had been just scanning the area, and although that was smart, if he made himself known, she’d probably kill him on principle alone because of his gender.
Collin stared through the broken window of the store and saw her picking up some cans and then shoving them in her bag. Staying put was pretty fucking hard. Never in his life had he had to wait for anything he wanted, but for this woman, one who was surprisingly alone and alive, he made sure to take his time.
She had long dark hair, and it looked like it might reach down to her ass, but she had it in a ratty-looking ponytail. He couldn’t see the color of her eyes, or her shape due to the layers upon layers of clothes she had on, but he noticed the wicked-looking blade she held.
It was like something out of the show Oz, except this one was at least ten inches in length and looked like it would fuck an asshole up.
Like an asshole with only one thing on his mind, he grew hard at the images that played through his head. They were ones that didn’t have the bulky clothes covering her body from him or the dirt and grime that covered them both.
They were pictures in his head of them hot and sweaty, alone in this world, but fucking so hard and fast that it was like their last day on earth.
“Damn,” he gritted out, adjusted his dick, and knew he wasn’t going to let her go, not when the obsessive side of him had risen up at the first sight of her.
She would be his.
6
Rebecca walked fully inside and stared at the shelves. Most of the things were scattered along the floor. The lighting hung by a cord from the center of the ceiling,