Don/Dawn of the Dead

"You the only one here?" the cop asked.

I nodded. "Yup. Just me. And my adoring fans," I said and made a sweeping motion towards the Z's outside the doors. "I uh... how the fuck did you get in here?" I asked.

"Chopper," came the reply. "Me and my partner landed on the roof. Ran out of gas."

"Are there... other... people... out there?" I asked slowly. I had assumed the whole world had gone to hell in a handcart but maybe I was wrong.

"Nah," he said and slung his shotgun up on his shoulder. "We've been flying for days now. Every place is just... fucked." He was checking me out now. I'm sure he could have done better back in the world but judging from the look in his eyes, he hadn't been laid in a long time.

"You, uh..." he said and pointed at me.

"Yeah," I said and sort of curtsied, "no internet, no television. Whadya gonna do?" I laughed a little bit but he didn't. He still couldn't quite process everything going on. I started to feel embarrassed. "I guess I should go change into something... less... comfortable."

"Nah man," he said. "Fuck it. Do what you like. I don't give a shit. After all the shit we seen over the last couple of weeks, this here..." He smiled for the first time but it wasn't a mocking smile. It was just sort of warm and friendly. "I'm Stillwater" he said.

"I'm Don," I answered. Although I figured after today I could start spelling it 'Dawn' instead. "Are you uh... hungry? Thirsty? Anything I can get you or uh..." my eyes went to his crotch... "do for you?"

"We've got food and water, ammo..." his eyes were scanning up and down my legs. "My partner is checking out the other end of the mall. So I uh..."

I took a long deep breath and exhaled fully. My heart was racing and I was shaking a little. The load I had been working up was unrelieved and I still wanted to get off. "Let's make a deal you and I. It's a brave new world so let's just agree to speak our minds. I'd really like to suck your cock. Would that be alright?"