The Farville Detour

The Farville Detour
By Brian Flynn

1: The Farmhouse

Jill fired her pistol, taking the zombie in the forehead. The thing flew backwards, its brains and chunks of its skull fanning out around its head.
“Come on!” Alice said, grabbed Jill by the arm.
They ran. Jill found it hard to keep up with Alice, who seemed to have supernatural strength and speed.
The two women had become separated from the rest of the group – Carlos, L.J. and Angie – an hour ago and were now on their own. Since springing Alice from the Umbrella Corporation, they had been trying to stay off the grid, traveling through small towns and backroads. This had been going on for months until all hell broke loose.
The virus spread across the US rapidly and, more and more, each small town they visited had been overrun with the walking dead. Although they didn’t know it, their insistence on staying off the grid had kept the Umbrella people from controlling Alice via satellite as part of their Project Alice.
This particular small town, Farville, SD, had looked like many of the others, deserted, possibly dangerous. But they needed supplies and, therefore, a stop was necessary. Jill had known it was a mistake to stop but there was no choice. Fuel was low, ammo was low, everything was low.
Sure enough, trouble reared its ugly head pretty quick in Farville. The car they were driving had been overrun with zombies and Carlos ran over as many as he could before the vehicle flipped. Carlos, L.J. and Angie had struggled out of one side of the car, Alice and Jill, the other. The zombies were right on top of them and they had no time to regroup. All they could do was run. They weren’t even in town when it happened. They were just outside of town. Carlos, L.J. and Angie were able to get down the hill away from the car and the road and into a small valley while Alice and Jill were forced to head out into the countryside on the upside of the hill.
“There!” Jill yelled.
Alice looked where Jill was indicating: a farmhouse in the distance. A group of zombies grabbed at them and Alice fired twice, putting a bullet through the brains of two of them.
When they reached the farmhouse, Alice tried the door. It was unlocked so she swept inside, pointing her pistol in both directions. When it was clear she called for Jill.
When they were both inside, they went about barricading the door. The windows had strong wooden shutters on them so they didn’t worry about those and concentrated on the door.
When that was done, Jill turned to Alice, her breath labored, sweating. The two women looked at each other and, probably because of how serious the situation was, laughed out loud.
They continued laughing for almost a full minute, clutching each other so that they wouldn’t topple over. Slowly, the laughter died and Alice put on her serious face again.
“We better check out the house,” she said.
“Right,” Jill agreed.
They had entered through the kitchen. In daylight, Jill assumed, the kitchen must have been bright and cheerful. Now, however, in the dark, it was full of shadows and spaces that promised only fear and death.
Jill reached for her belt and unhooked her flashlight. Brandishing the gun and flashlight in front of her she swept the room. Alice kept beside Jill, her pistol also aimed into spaces illuminated by the flashlight beam.
The kitchen appeared to be clear so the two women moved into the next room, an expansive living room area. There were two couches, both of them big, a coffee table and an old-fashioned radio. Jill didn’t see a television anywhere.
“Doesn’t look like they’ve got Playstation,” she said.
Alice smiled. Jill looked at her and could tell that the other woman was trying not to laugh. She was doing a pretty good job although she was keeping her lips firmly shut, which was a dead give-away. Jill was finding the look on Alice’s face funnier and funnier and she couldn’t keep it in any longer. She laughed and Alice joined her. Jill actually took hold of one of Alice’s shoulders to brace herself from falling over.
Alice looked at Jill’s hand on her shoulder and she stopped laughing.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“What?” Jill asked.
“We should be keeping quiet,” Alice said. “Why is everything so funny all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know,” Jill said with a smile.
“I don’t smell any gas,” Alice said. “So that rules out nitrous oxide.”
“That’s what it feels like,” Jill said, still trying not to laugh.
Alice shook her head.
“But that’s not what it is,” she said. “Maybe we picked the wrong place to hide out.”
Jill nodded. She fought laughing and succeeded, cleared her throat.
They proceeded through the living room area, making sure that it was clear, and into a hallway.
“So,” Jill said, “have you…you know? Have you been developing…your powers?”
“I can’t control it yet,” Alice said flatly. “It’s still too dangerous as far as I’m concerned.”
Jill nodded. Both of them turned to the first door in the hallway. Jill looked at Alice, who nodded. While Jill kept her pistol and flashlight aimed, Alice kicked the door open. The room was a bathroom and there was nothing inside but the usual toiletries.
Alice and Jill looked at each other and, not being able to resist, started to laugh. Soon enough, they had it under control and were quiet once more.
They proceeded down the hallway, checking each room, finding nothing. There were two bedrooms and a laundry room down the hallway but no zombies. Nothing seemed out of order.
“We should check the backyard,” Alice said when they reached the backdoor.
“Yeah,” Jill agreed.
Alice opened the backdoor, swung it open. Both women were prepared for anything so they were surprised when nothing happened. There were no zombies out back.
At first, Jill thought that this was because there must be a fence around the property but this proved to not be the case. The backyard was open.
There were just no zombies around.
“That’s strange,” Jill said.
Alice snickered. Cautiously, the two women stepped outside. The backyard was beautiful, almost haunting. A round, sturdy-looking well stood as the centerpiece of the yard, dominating it.
Alice approached the well, one of her hands outstretched towards it.
“Alice,” Jill said.
Alice didn’t seem to hear the other woman.
“Alice!” Jill repeated.
This time Alice stopped, turned to regard Jill.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Jill said.
Alice nodded.
“Let’s go back inside,” Jill said.
Again, Alice nodded. They both filed back into the farmhouse, locking and securing the door behind them.
“What was going on out there?” Jill asked as they both stood in the hallway.
“I don’t know,” Alice said. “There was something…something there. In that well.”
Alice stared at Jill intently.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she said.
Jill blushed, looked away. Alice touched the other woman’s cheek, turned Jill’s face towards her.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Alice said.
“Not as gorgeous as you,” Jill said.
Then they both laughed. Alice grasped hold of Jill’s shoulders.
“What are we doing?” Alice asked for the second time that night.
“I don’t know,” Jill said.
The laughter had subsided and both women were silent, staring into each other’s eyes. It was Alice who made the first move, leaning in to kiss Jill.
There was hesitation at first but soon Jill was kissing back, wrapping her arms around Alice’s body and grasping the other woman’s ass. Alice did the same, taking hold of Jill’s full, luscious butt.
“There’s a bedroom right here,” Jill said, briefly breaking the kiss.
The two women fumbled into one of the bedrooms, kissing and grasping at each other the whole time. They tumbled onto the bed, arms and legs everywhere.
Neither of them noticed that the bed was strangely devoid of dust. It was a quaint, fairly small bed, one obviously not designed for hard, passionate lesbian sex.
Alice almost tore Jill’s skirt as she pulled it off and cast it aside. Jill was so wet that her panties were completely soaked and Alice lingered as she fondled the other woman through the thin, black fabric.
Finally, Alice pulled Jill’s wet panties down the woman’s thighs, over her boots and threw them to one side of the bed. Alice simply marveled at Jill’s gorgeous, well-trimmed pussy for a moment before running her hand across the other woman’s belly, across the pubic hair and finally over the lips.
She started kissing Jill again she made love to her with her hand, two fingers disappearing into the other woman. Jill’s hands explored Alice’s back and ass before traveling around to her front and unclasping the other woman’s belt. Soon, she was pushing Alice’s pants down to her ankles. Her panties soon followed and Jill’s hands both found their nesting place between Alice’s legs.
Alice pushed a third finger into Jill, then a fourth. Alice was starting to get extremely excited: Jill was so wet that she just might be able to do what she had been dreaming of for months.
When Alice’s thumb disappeared into her, Jill yelped, broke the kiss. Alice rested her face alongside Jill’s as Jill spoke into her ear.
“Oh God,” Jill said. “I’ve never done this before!”
Alice pushed harder, half of her hand disappearing into the other woman.
“Oh!” Jill said. “Why haven’t I ever done this before?!”
Alice’s hand was completely inside Jill now and she twisted her wrist this way and that, driving Jill crazy. She formed a loose fist with her hand and started to pump it forward and back inside the other woman.
“Sit on me,” Alice said.
She reclined on the bed next to Jill, keeping her hand inside the woman. Jill moved with her and, at Alice’s encouragement, sat up. Now, Alice was lying under the other woman and Jill pumped up and down on Alice’s fist.
Alice marveled at Jill’s pure white, gorgeous ass as it jiggled up and down right in front of her. Jill was starting to lose it, grabbing her head and running her fingers through her hair wildly.
“Shit,” she said. “I’m not going to last much longer. Oh, Christ!”
She started moving faster, slamming her hips down on Alice’s hand with a fury. Alice put her other hand on the small of Jill’s back, felt the sweat rolling down her body.
“Oh!” Jill screamed.
“I love you,” Alice said softly; so softly that Jill could not hear her.
Jill cried as the orgasm ripped through her body in waves of pleasure. She held still – Alice’s hand deep inside her – and shook slightly as climax after climax rocked her.
Alice – even though her own sex had hardly been touched – experienced a small orgasm as well as she watched Jill cum. She leaned forward, started to plant kisses on Jill’s back.

Somewhere in the dark, an intense pair of eyes watched their love-making on a video monitor. The computer had identified one of the women as Project Alice.
Steps had to be taken.

To Be Continued…