Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 48

Julian’s heart raced as he watched her, unable to pull his eyes away, until he stepped on a branch. He noticed the woman become alerted to his location due to the sound, and just as he was about to turn and run away, he slipped and twisted his ankle.

He fell straight into a small mud pile, covering his face in dirt.

Laying on the ground he watched the beautiful woman turn around, her breasts bouncing due to her panicked movements.

Julian felt a his body heat up, with his blood rushing down to his manhood.

He was shocked to feel such a strong effect. It was a pretty common thing for women to throw themselves at him, trying to gain his favor. But in all of those times, he’s never had a physical reaction, especially one so strong.

The woman ran around like a startled deer, making him chuckle. Her silly antics helped distract him from the pain from twisting his ankle.

She cautiously walked up to him, "Hello? Are you okay?", she asked softly, her words slightly shaky from nervousness.

Julian closed his eyes as she approached him.

"Umm...Miss, would you mind putting some clothes on first?", he asked. He knew that if he were to open his eyes now, his mind would most likely go blank.

He heard her stiffen at his request, followed by quick footstep back towards her camper.

She came back a few minutes later wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, her hair still wet from the interrupted shower.

"Umm, are you okay? Do you need help?", she asked again.

Julian opened his eyes again to see a pair of large green eye staring at him with worry.

Here I was peeping at her, and she’s worried about me!

Julian looked at her until he realized it was the same woman from the restaurant! "This is Dr. Weston’s daughter!!", he thought to himself with shock!

Rayne looked over at the tall man who was covered in mud. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. She noticed the swollen ankle and realized he must have twisted it.

"Here, grab onto my arm. I’ll walk you over to the picnic table over there," she said, pointing to the picnic table beside her camper.

Julian wasn’t really sure what he should do, but he reached out to grab her extended arm.

She helped lift him off the ground, unfazed by the mud he was covered in. Poor guy must have been running for his life.

She carefully led him over to the picnic table, allowing him to use her as support as he hopped over on one leg.

"Thank you very much, miss," said Julian as he finally sat down on the bench. He looked around and marveled at the cozy setup she had. He was surprised to see potted flowers and small decorations that brought a lot of charm to this little mobile setup.

Rayne brought over a basin of warm, soapy water and a small rag so that Julian could wash some of the mud off of him.

He didn’t think that living ’alone’ in the bunker would take a toll on him, but now that he’d had a small conversation, he realized that maybe it had.

Julian carefully continued to undress, revealing his half-erect member. "I really need to get myself under control; I guess it’s been a while since I’ve last done the ’deed’," he thought as he turned the water on.

The initial stream of cold water helped him cool down, focusing on washing his body. He noticed that the shampoo Rayne left out for him was a luxury brand with a very pleasant scent.

"I wonder what she’s doing out here alone," he thought. It didn’t seem like she was running away, but this location was also not a legal campsite. Actually, if this were anyone else, Julian would have taken action to get them removed, since it was in such close proximity to his bunker.

While Julian showered, Rayne sat on her bed with her hands covering her flushed face.

"How can my mind become so dirty all of a sudden? I never had such thoughts while dating Dillon!" she thought. She placed a pillow over her head and squealed internally.

"I don’t even know why I’m comparing him to Dillon. They’re not even in the same league!" she mumbled quietly into her pillow. While Dillon was considered a handsome guy, he was like a boring brown paper bag in comparison to this man.

She laid on her bed, listening to the sound of running water. She felt like she was going crazy, picturing the water flowing down the man’s body.

Julian was unaware of Rayne’s internal struggle and took his time washing the dirt off his body. While he wasn’t a ’clean freak,’ he did not enjoy the feeling of dirt or grime. The outdoor shower was also a novelty for him, since it was his first time experiencing one! There was something special about showering surrounded by nature—nothing could quite compare!

When he finished his shower he dried his body with a fluffy white towel that Rayne left for him, then reached for the clothes.

He noticed that the clothes were brand new, with the tags still on them, "Hmm, I wonder why she has men’s clothes if she’s here by herself", he thought.