System Of The Undead

Chapter 101: Dynamics

Jason had a hand print plastered across his face and this was because Allison had smacked him the moment he made that comment.

Jason knew he deserved it so he couldn’t even complain but he was beginning to dislike Allison.

Clementine wasn’t interfering seeing as it wasn’t her business but the clothes she changed into was something that tempted Jason all the more.

She was chiselled, it was almost like someone had sculpted her using a goddess as the model.

Clementine had on a baggy shirt that barely reached her navel but her breasts swayed relentlessly in them.

She didn’t wear any bottoms and instead wore a pair of tight boxers as she claimed her ass needed to breathe.

Allison didn’t change but instead opted for a shower as she felt dirty leaving just Jason and Clementine in the room.

Clementine was sprawled awkwardly across the bed, her legs spread apart with her stomach to the bed.

"Jason, I think there’s something you need to know about Sam," Clementine said out of the blue.

Jason knew a conversation was welcomed to override the awkwardness that was sure to set in if they remained in silence any longer.

"What about Sam?" Jason asked her, eager to learn more about the man that was their self-imposed leader.

"Sam isn’t dangerous, I don’t know how to describe him but I’m sure you must have felt it too. Everything he did was ultimately to better the group," Clementine tried to make a case for him.

She knew if there was anyone that would oppose him then it would be Jason as they had just clashed not too long ago.

Jason needed to apologize to Rachel but Rachel didn’t even look at him after that, it was like she was avoiding him for some reason.

Something told Jason it wasn’t because of the blow because that wasn’t his fault, it was entirely Sam’s fault.

"Sam IS dangerous and that is alright, I know his heart is in the right place so you don’t need to explain on his behalf," Jason reassured her and he could see the relief on Clementine’s face.

She didn’t need to say a word because he body language did the talking.

"But has he always been like this?" Jason asked, trying to figure out what he was like before the world fell.

"Well... Sam hasn’t always been like this but something changed in him when he was deployed, it was like something snapped in him..." Clementine said but this implied that she knew Sam on a deeper level for her to know what he was like before deployment.

Jason knew war changed people, people returned often with PTSD and little to no support from the government.

The veterans with mental illness were proof of this but this didn’t explain how it changed Sam.

"Maybe this was who he always has been and the war just brought it out?" Jason asked because this was a possibility that seemed more likely.

"Maybe but Sam was sweet before the war, he must have seen things," Clementine said.

"You’re doing it again..." Jason muttered to himself but Clementine overheard him.

"What?" Clementine questioned him.

"You’re making excuses for him, you don’t know Sam as well as you think you do. He didn’t hesitate in pulling the trigger when he walked into that room back in that camp. Sam wanted to kill me," Jason said, bringing Clementine up to date but she didn’t look surprised.

The news didn’t faze her considering he tried to do the same with her. They could both be dead yet they live, there had to be a reason for this.

This might sound cliche but Clementine believed it to be fate.

"We need to focu-!" Jason stopped short of completing his sentence as Clementine rolled over, he could see the outline of her underboob sticking to her shirt because of all the sweat.

She needed to shower but Allison was taking a bit of time, one would think she wouldn’t take so long considering her body was so little.

Then again, no one knew when she last had a shower despite the camp having working facilities.

Clementine noticed Jason’s gaze was looking at everything but her, she looked at herself and realized that her breasts were partially exposed.

Clementine heaved a frustrated sigh, this was why she liked staying around Sam.

She didn’t need to worry about these things but with Jason, it was a different case.

Jason was attracted to her but which man wasn’t?

Clementine knew she was attractive even going by the objective standard.

"Jason, are you uncomfortable?" Clementine asked him directly, she didn’t want this to become a problem.

"I’m fine, I just like the interiors of this room," Jason responded to which Clementine giggled.

"Phew! For a minute there, I thought you were having thoughts of boning me," Clementine said and Jason nearly choked on his saliva.

"P-Pardon?" Jason asked, trying his best to compose himself.

Clementine got up to her feet but she made it intentional so her breasts jiggled a bit.

Jason had to sneak a peek, he couldn’t believe how bouncy they were but he had had sex so he knew what to expect.

Jason could control his urges to a certain degree and luckily, the sexual tension was broken by Allison walking into the room with a towel.

"Did I interrupt something?" Allison asked because Jason was lying in an awkward position.

"No, you didn’t. I was just about to head into the shower," Clementine responded.

"And what are you waiting for?" Allison asked Jason but Jason was confused as to what she meant. Clementine stopped all she was doing to look at Jason too.

"Wait... Y-You want me to join her in the shower?" Jason asked, sounding unsure of himself.

"No, I want you to get out so we can get some privacy," Allison responded bluntly.

"Yeah, that makes a lot more sense," Jason admitted before walking out to leave the ladies to have their little privacy. He noted that there were only two beds but that was fine.

Clementine would most likely sleep with Allison on the same bed, leaving him to one bed.

Jason’s size made this perfect for him to stretch as much as he needed and considering his injuries, he could use all the space that bed provided.

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Jason stepped outside and saw Rachel standing a couple of paces away from his room.

She was looking out for any potential threats but she was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t even register that Jason had stepped outside.

"Hey Rachel..." Jason called out and Rachel slowly tilted her head in his direction.

"Hey Jason.." She responded with little to no enthusiasm.

Jason had to close the distance between them because he couldn’t keep straining his voice when they were within eyesight of each other.

Jason walked towards her, Rachel had changed out of her clothes.

She had on a loose baggy shirt that did well to conceal her figure but her gigantic breasts outline could be seen.

Jason could swear that the shirt was somewhat transparent but he also knew it might be his eyes playing tricks on him.

Why wasn’t she wearing a bra or was it more comfortable for her to move around without wearing one?

Jason didn’t think much of this, what was on his mind was apologizing to Rachel.

He noticed that she had a bruise across her cheek and there were no doubts that this was gotten from his blow considering he was the only one that punched her.

"Rachel..." Jason said, voice softening.

"It is fine. It wasn’t your fault," Rachel said but she felt a warm hand tilt her head in a different direction and when she came to it, she was looking right at Jason.

There was something about his red eyes, that drew her in.

Jason caressed her bruise and noticed that she didn’t flinch meaning there was no pain.

"I want you to know I will never hurt you on purpose. Nor you or your sister," Jason said.

Rachel didn’t know what this was but she found herself short of words.

"I’m truly sorry Rachel," Jason apologized once again but he soon withdrew his hand from her face the moment he realized what was happening.

"I-I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry," Jason said, he knew not everyone took kindly to their personal space being invaded.

Rachel giggled, there was something relaxing about seeing how different Jason was from Sam or the other people she had met.

He was not only growing a spine but he apologized when he was at fault.

"You really aren’t holding back with the apologies," Rachel blurted out.

"Shut up.." Jason responded with a slightly embarrassed look.

Rachel placed her hands around his forearm to cling onto Jason, resting her head on his shoulder. Jason wanted to ask what she was doing but decided to not ruin the moment.

"I’m glad we found you, Jason," Rachel said with a relieved sigh.

"Me too," Jason responded but for some reason, his heart was beating so hard.

"What is this?" Jason thought to himself.