The results of my last SG blog entry surprised me. I expected to be condemned by the Survivors community but instead I received almost a dozen replies from other females saying that they would be glad to be my sex slave as long as I would come rescue them. One of the replies was even from a rather attractive female isolated out in Austrailia.
This saddens me that these poor women are so desperate for survival that they would do anything to be rescued. It also saddens me on a humanity level that I cannot come and help them or rescue them. The simple truth is that for every girl or person I take in I lessen my own chance of survival. Attempts of rescuing anyone, regardless of their location, jeopardizes my own life. This current world is about personal survival and unfortunately I am forced to do whatever I have to in order to try and stay alive. My selfishness will not save people, make the world a better place or even provide hope. But it will keep me alive.
The tanglefoot defenses around the house are going extremely well and I am very happy with their progress and results. For those unfamiliar with tanglefoot all I am doing is wrapping single strand barbwire randomly around the forest and trees surrounding the house at approximately knee level. The more disorder and randomness, like silly string with barbs, the harder it is for someone to cross this very effective obstacle. The goal is to make it approximately 15m deep surrounding the entire house and progress is moving much faster then I anticipated.
One of the beauties of zombies is their complete lack of intelligence. Soldiers are trained to low crawl under the wire, often under fire, and it is such a common tactic that it used during basic training. Zombies on the other hand have no intelligence or comprehension so they would simply walk into the barbwire, trip and fall over, get caught up and then somehow if they manage to get to their feet they would just walk into and trip over the very next strand and start the process all over again. The main point of the obstacle however is to stop the ones that are wandering aimlessly. Those that are aimlessly wandering would bump into the obstacle and simply change direction and aimlessly wander in a different direction one away from the house.
This is what I have noticed so far with Zombies. Obviously they are all motivated by the desire to eat human flesh, but without this reminder visible to them, in other words no living humans or sounds to attract their attention; then they fall into only a couple categories. Those that remain trapped where they are most commonly their house with the doors locked or their vehicle (often stuck in the seatbelt and unable to get free) but still the occasional one that fell into a hole or a ditch or the similar.
Category two is those that wander aimlessly in a tight radius to wherever they were killed ,usually not walking more than a few blocks and for some odd reason always seeming to circle their territory.
And the last category the poses the most threat to us at the house is the wanderers. They simply walk aimlessly in whatever direction in search of human flesh. What I have noticed with these wanderers is that they always take the path of least resistance so the easier the terrain the more likely to bump into these wandering monsters. A good straight road or highway almost always has wanderers on it.
That brings me to todays ordeal. I was following a county road, nothing more then a single lane cattle trail, that went out into the distance nowhere. The nice part about this part of the country is there is no absence of barbwire and I was following the trail pulling up the barbwire fence, quadruple strand as is the norm around here, and I gathered ten miles of fence line so forty miles of usable barbwire for the tanglefoot. But even out here in the middle of nowhere on a nothing almost nonexistent trail I still bumped into a zombie at three different occasions. Each one was a fast mover and obviously a wanderer who had hit the same fence line I was pulling up and then had simply decided to follow the fence line until through chance encounter they would bump into me.
Each occasion was almost exactly the same. This being pasture country I would see the fast mover at a distance and he would start running towards me at full speed to attack. I would get in the H1 and drive towards him at approximately 10-15mph, hit him with the front left of my bumper, he would be thrown and crushed and knocked down in a pile of broken bones and I would then reverse the H1 onto him and drive back and forth over his body until I was convinced he was dead. Again.
All the zombie movies and stories they always talk about flooring their vehicle and running over the zombie. Obviously these story writers have never run over anyone before because a 180lbs person can do an awful lot of damage to your vehicle. Now I have a H1 with an extremely sturdy front bumper perfect for running over deadheads and hippies, but I am still not going to risk damaging my vehicle by hitting a zombie at high speed. Ten to fifteen miles per hour is more then sufficient to destroy a human body and its bone structure especially when you consider the weight of the vehicle. Also always try to hit them with a corner of your car so as to not damage anything serious mechanically.
Back to running these fuckers over. Each time after I had thoroughly mushed them into the dirt I would reverse off about 25 meters and observe my carnage to make sure they werent moving. They never were. I then continued with my chore of pulling up the fence line.
When I returned home I showered and then sat naked on the couch. I had Sjofn kneel on the floor between my legs, fully clothed, and proceed to give me the most magnificent handjob ever. She was never allowed to look anywhere but in my eyes throughout the entire act, and her orders were for her not to make me cum until I told her so. Three times she brought me to the brink of orgasm as she slowly and expertly stoked my cock. I couldnt hold back any longer for the fourth time and I had one of the most intense orgasms I could ever remember. Cum flew everywhere, covering my muscular chest, hitting the couch, covering Sjofns hands and embarrassingly even a small amount flying so far as to hit me on the cheek.
The new rule is my cum is never to go to waste so I had Sjofn clean up the cum off my face first which she did with a gentle nibble and lick to my cheek, then she moved down my chest licking off the cum as she moved her way down until finally cleaning it off her hands and seductively moving around me to eat the last of it on the couch around me. When finished she then kneeled back down on the floor and looked up at him. Without thinking I grabbed her by the collar with one hand and gently pulled her towards me, my other hand caressing her cheek as I kissed her deeply and intimately, tasting my cum on her saliva. This is the first time I have ever kissed any of the girls.
I then dressed back into my fatigues, strapped my gun belt on, grabbed the M4 and went back outside to working on the tanglefoot. The womans work was done. The mans work still had a long way to go.
This saddens me that these poor women are so desperate for survival that they would do anything to be rescued. It also saddens me on a humanity level that I cannot come and help them or rescue them. The simple truth is that for every girl or person I take in I lessen my own chance of survival. Attempts of rescuing anyone, regardless of their location, jeopardizes my own life. This current world is about personal survival and unfortunately I am forced to do whatever I have to in order to try and stay alive. My selfishness will not save people, make the world a better place or even provide hope. But it will keep me alive.
The tanglefoot defenses around the house are going extremely well and I am very happy with their progress and results. For those unfamiliar with tanglefoot all I am doing is wrapping single strand barbwire randomly around the forest and trees surrounding the house at approximately knee level. The more disorder and randomness, like silly string with barbs, the harder it is for someone to cross this very effective obstacle. The goal is to make it approximately 15m deep surrounding the entire house and progress is moving much faster then I anticipated.
One of the beauties of zombies is their complete lack of intelligence. Soldiers are trained to low crawl under the wire, often under fire, and it is such a common tactic that it used during basic training. Zombies on the other hand have no intelligence or comprehension so they would simply walk into the barbwire, trip and fall over, get caught up and then somehow if they manage to get to their feet they would just walk into and trip over the very next strand and start the process all over again. The main point of the obstacle however is to stop the ones that are wandering aimlessly. Those that are aimlessly wandering would bump into the obstacle and simply change direction and aimlessly wander in a different direction one away from the house.
This is what I have noticed so far with Zombies. Obviously they are all motivated by the desire to eat human flesh, but without this reminder visible to them, in other words no living humans or sounds to attract their attention; then they fall into only a couple categories. Those that remain trapped where they are most commonly their house with the doors locked or their vehicle (often stuck in the seatbelt and unable to get free) but still the occasional one that fell into a hole or a ditch or the similar.
Category two is those that wander aimlessly in a tight radius to wherever they were killed ,usually not walking more than a few blocks and for some odd reason always seeming to circle their territory.
And the last category the poses the most threat to us at the house is the wanderers. They simply walk aimlessly in whatever direction in search of human flesh. What I have noticed with these wanderers is that they always take the path of least resistance so the easier the terrain the more likely to bump into these wandering monsters. A good straight road or highway almost always has wanderers on it.
That brings me to todays ordeal. I was following a county road, nothing more then a single lane cattle trail, that went out into the distance nowhere. The nice part about this part of the country is there is no absence of barbwire and I was following the trail pulling up the barbwire fence, quadruple strand as is the norm around here, and I gathered ten miles of fence line so forty miles of usable barbwire for the tanglefoot. But even out here in the middle of nowhere on a nothing almost nonexistent trail I still bumped into a zombie at three different occasions. Each one was a fast mover and obviously a wanderer who had hit the same fence line I was pulling up and then had simply decided to follow the fence line until through chance encounter they would bump into me.
Each occasion was almost exactly the same. This being pasture country I would see the fast mover at a distance and he would start running towards me at full speed to attack. I would get in the H1 and drive towards him at approximately 10-15mph, hit him with the front left of my bumper, he would be thrown and crushed and knocked down in a pile of broken bones and I would then reverse the H1 onto him and drive back and forth over his body until I was convinced he was dead. Again.
All the zombie movies and stories they always talk about flooring their vehicle and running over the zombie. Obviously these story writers have never run over anyone before because a 180lbs person can do an awful lot of damage to your vehicle. Now I have a H1 with an extremely sturdy front bumper perfect for running over deadheads and hippies, but I am still not going to risk damaging my vehicle by hitting a zombie at high speed. Ten to fifteen miles per hour is more then sufficient to destroy a human body and its bone structure especially when you consider the weight of the vehicle. Also always try to hit them with a corner of your car so as to not damage anything serious mechanically.
Back to running these fuckers over. Each time after I had thoroughly mushed them into the dirt I would reverse off about 25 meters and observe my carnage to make sure they werent moving. They never were. I then continued with my chore of pulling up the fence line.
When I returned home I showered and then sat naked on the couch. I had Sjofn kneel on the floor between my legs, fully clothed, and proceed to give me the most magnificent handjob ever. She was never allowed to look anywhere but in my eyes throughout the entire act, and her orders were for her not to make me cum until I told her so. Three times she brought me to the brink of orgasm as she slowly and expertly stoked my cock. I couldnt hold back any longer for the fourth time and I had one of the most intense orgasms I could ever remember. Cum flew everywhere, covering my muscular chest, hitting the couch, covering Sjofns hands and embarrassingly even a small amount flying so far as to hit me on the cheek.
The new rule is my cum is never to go to waste so I had Sjofn clean up the cum off my face first which she did with a gentle nibble and lick to my cheek, then she moved down my chest licking off the cum as she moved her way down until finally cleaning it off her hands and seductively moving around me to eat the last of it on the couch around me. When finished she then kneeled back down on the floor and looked up at him. Without thinking I grabbed her by the collar with one hand and gently pulled her towards me, my other hand caressing her cheek as I kissed her deeply and intimately, tasting my cum on her saliva. This is the first time I have ever kissed any of the girls.
I then dressed back into my fatigues, strapped my gun belt on, grabbed the M4 and went back outside to working on the tanglefoot. The womans work was done. The mans work still had a long way to go.
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