*explicit down below - will warn*

Long one for a change

Dayton felt absolutely terrified as she drove. Sure, she'd driven by herself, and if she crashed, it was only her that could get injured. But, now she had another 4 people to worry about. Her hands were tight around the steering wheel. She could feel how sweaty they were. Dayton jumped when a hand rested on her shoulder. "Hey, you're doing fine, relax." Columbus' voice spoke. Dayton took a moment to look at the passengers in the back. Wichita and Tallahassee were asleep while Little Rock watched her in the mirror. "If it makes you feel any better, I've driven before as well. It's not so hard once you balance the clutch and gas ok." Little Rock chirped up. Even though the intent was good, it made Dayton feel even worse. A fucking 12 year old had more confidence than she did when driving. That sucked. "Ok, seeing as we're on a freeway, you can get up to 75 miles an hour." Dayton whipped her head to face the other Ohioan. "Say what? I can't get up to 75! Hell, I can't even get up to 50!" Dayton exclaimed. Columbus put his hand on her shoulder again. He squeezed it gently. The small motion reassured her and calmed her down a little. "There's literally no-one else in the world right now. Drive as slow as you like," Dayton took a deep breath and focused on driving. "There you go! You're getting it!" Columbus encouraged her.

If the car radio clock was still accurate, Dayton managed to drive for around two hours before her feet began to ache. About then, Wichita woke up and Little Rock announced she needed to pee. Dayton slowly (and messily) pulled into a gas station. Dayton followed Wichita and Little Rock into the bathroom and sorted herself out. Once she was done, she made her way back to the car. Dayton found no one else was there, so she took a moment to breathe. Driving was hard. But she vaguely remembered her grandfather driving with her in one of his (many) fields. She found tears slowly slither down her cheeks the more she thought about him. God, she missed him so much. He gave her more love than either of her parents. He was like her second dad: he helped her revise for her exams, he cleaned up her cuts and scrapes from when she'd fallen over, he'd taught her about her periods when she started and bought her first packet, he'd even bought her a massive tub of ice cream when she'd been broken up with for the first time. Dayton wasn't aware how much she was crying until someone got in the car. Dayton glanced up into the car mirror and saw how red her eyes were. She looked like she'd been punched in the face, several times, they were that swollen and red. "Hey, Day-oh, wow. Whats wrong? Why're you crying?" Fucking great. Only Columbus could both make this situation good and bad.

Dayton sniffed loudly and pressed her head against the passenger headrest. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling again. "I miss him so much," was all she could muster. "Who's him?" Columbus asked. She could hear the frown in his voice. "My grandad. He was the best thing I had in my life," she continued. Dayton opened her eyes and blinked at the other Ohioan. "Did he get bitten?" Columbus asked. Dayton huffed a chuckle. "Nah, my grandad was too tough for that. He'd of probably body slammed any zombies that came close," Dayton joked. She caught Columbus smile. "He uh... died from surgical complications... they messed up a heart transplant," She finished, feeling solemn. Columbus nodded slowly, "And that's why you wanna be a surgeon. For him," He asked. Dayton met his eyes and nodded. "Yeah..." the two sat in silence for what felt like eternity. (It was only 15 seconds) The silence was broken by the car doors opening. In slid Wichita, Little Rock and Tallahassee. Dayton shared a look with Columbus and began furiously wiping her eyes. "Have you been crying?" Wichita asked from the back. "No, I just poked myself in the eye," Dayton answered. She probably answered a bit too quickly, but Wichita accepted the answer anyway. She nodded slowly in the mirror. The car was quiet for a moment before Little Rock asked: "Can we go to Pacific Playland now?"

"D'ya know, I uh, I heard that sleep deprivation is the number one problem in America?" Was what greeted Dayton out of her snooze. Someone snorted behind her. "I think it might be number two now," It sounded like Wichita. "Hee hee... number two," Someone (who sounded distinctly like Tallahassee) laughed. "That's adorable," Columbus sarcastically replied. "And keep it down. Dayton's sleeping," He added. Dayton tried her very hardest not to blush at the care displayed by the young man. The only people who truly cared for her were her grandad and her siblings. Now, Columbus... maybe she did have a chance with him after all. "Why does it matter? I'm sure we'll find a proper place to sleep. It's not doing her back or neck any favours sleeping that way anyway," Tallahassee asked. "She's 22, not 82." Columbus sniped. Tallahassee made an offended noise. "How very dare you?! I'm 38, not 82," Dayton could practically hear the pout in the mans voice. Wichita laughed from the backseat. The sound of someone gasping loudly made her flinch, almost blowing her cover. "Hey, we're in Hollywood..." Tallahassee began. It sounded like he was suggesting something. "Well done, would you like a medal?" Wichita commented sarcastically from the back. Dayton tried to stop herself from snorting. "Ohio's right, we need rest. Proper rest, not car rest. So let's sleep in style!" Tallahassee announced. The car suddenly jerked to the left, jolting Dayton out of her 'sleep.'

"What the fuck?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, sorry. There was a zombie," Was the explanation she received from Columbus. Dayton stretched her legs out and pressed her hands to her head in fists to crack her back. "Where are we?" She asked. "Hollywood. We're looking for a place to stop in," Columbus answered. Dayton sighed deeply. "Why don't we do Russell Crowe's house? He lives in Hollywood, don't he?" Dayton suggested. "Oh my god, yes! I love Russell Crowe!" Wichita agreed from the backseat. "No. Absolutely not. I know a better place. Ohio, get out. I'm driving." Tallahassee bossed. Columbus stopped the car and got out. "Hey, I'll swap to the back. You can take shotgun if you want?" Dayton offered. "Sure, thanks, Dayton!" Columbus said as they swapped sides from behind the car. Dayton shuffled into the seat next to Wichita. Tallahassee drove the car for a little while and stopped just outside of the Dolby Theatre. "Aw, this is amazing! I always tried to get tickets to the academy awards!" Dayton couldn't help but gush. "Alright, Ohio, grab a map, it'll take us to where I wanna go," Tallahassee instructed. Columbus cocked his gun and jumped out of the car. Dayton saw zombies charging at him in her peripheral vision. She clicked the safety off of her gun and jumped out after the Ohioan. Columbus shot one coming his way, and Dayton shot one after her. "Quickly!" She yelled, shooting another one and running back to the car. Columbus bent down to grab a map and jumped into the car as well.

~

They approached a set of black fancy gates with a B and an M on each gate. "Who's house is this? It's absolutely gorgeous!?" Dayton gushed as the car gently pushed the gates open. "It ain't Bob Marley, that's fo sure," Was the answer she received from the Floridian. The car came to a slow stop outside the mansion. "This, ladies and gents, is the king of acting's house." Tallahassee proudly announced as he opened the door. Dayton got out and stretched lazily. "Who, Bill Murray?" She asked. Tallahassee slowly turned to face her with his hand on his chest. "Oh my god, I love you," The man fake cried. Dayton raised an eyebrow. "Sure thing, old man. Come on, let's check for any undead occupants."

A burst of white-hot jealousy flashed through her body, leaving her pissed off. She caught Columbus helping Wichita out of the car by lending her his hand. Dayton didn't like feeling jealous, which made her even angrier. She walked to the car and grabbed two shotguns. She slung them over her shoulders and faced the Floridian. "I'm gonna go see if we have any undead friends loitering." Dayton didn't wait for an answer as she pushed the doors open and stormed up the grand staircase.

~

Finding no zombies in the house, which was normally a good thing, but given her current mood, Dayton could have done with the release of anger, she began shooting outside the balcony of the master bedroom. Dayton didn't like wasting things unnecessarily, but she found that shooting at the trees in the grand garden was a nice reliever. Dayton decided to have a Madonna moment as she dramatically stormed in from the balcony, slamming the doors shut like a Queen behind her. She dropped the guns onto the floor and flopped onto the King sized bed with a loud sigh. She pulled a silk pillow (that probably cost more than her {admittedly, stolen} car) over her face as hard as she could and screamed. She screamed for her grandad, she screamed for her parents, she screamed for her siblings, she screamed at whoever created this virus and she screamed for Columbus.

Her grandad gave her so many reasons to not kill herself. When he'd died, she tried to. She'd gotten as close to pressing the scissor blade to her wrist hard enough for the area to go white before she stopped. Her siblings were the only good thing about her parents: they loved her and she felt like a mother to them, rather than a sister. They defended her even if she was wrong and even tried to sneak on the train with her when she left for Harvard. Her parents weren't great, but she still missed them. They were more like old friends rather than parents. And Columbus... the only man she'd seen (besides Tallahassee, but he was nearly old enough to be her dad, if he'd had her at 16) in over (so far) 3 months. He'd treated her like a lady and she truly liked him. He was sweet and caring and family oriented. That was one of the reasons she left her last boyfriend: he didn't want kids or marriage. She did, so they split up. It had hurt her deeply. By the time she'd finally gotten over him, she met Columbus.

But then Wichita came along, and it all went to shit. Sure, Dayton wasn't particularly skinny and nothing jumped out at you about her features, but she treated Columbus like a person and not a piece of shit. The only thing Dayton had ever been told was attractive about her was her hazel eyes. When she had makeup on, her eyes were "sexy" according to the assholes she had to deal with at high school.

A loud gun shot rang throughout the house, making Dayton jump up. It sounded like Columbus' gun, so she ran out of the room. Seeing an empty hallway with a long banister, Dayton let a smile light up her face. She sat on the banister so either leg was over the side and slid down. Her family lived in a weird house were there were stairs, but they were spiral. You couldn't really slide down a spiral staircase and not break your neck trying to.

She followed the sound of a distressed sounding Tallahassee, leading her into a theatre. She met Columbus' eyes from the door way. "What the hell happened?" She asked. "I shot Bill Murray." Dayton stared at him, blank faced. "I'm sorry what?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "He came in looking like a zombie and growled at me. I shot him to protect Little Rock," He said, glancing at Wichita briefly. Dayton felt a cold, vice like hand squeeze her heart painfully. "You're a Harvard surgeon! Can't you save him?" Tallahassee begged. Dayton caught Wichita watch her surprised. "If you have a sterilising kit, a pair of tweezers, gauze, bandages, surgical thread and a surgical needle?" She asked, sarcastically. "You went to Harvard Med!?" Wichita exclaimed from opposite her. "Yeah," Was all Dayton offered.

Even though the woman hadn't done anything to her, Dayton still felt unreasonable hate towards her. The fact that she felt guilty for feeling angry made her feel even worse.

Dayton found herself losing horrendously at Monopoly later that evening. "Yes!" Little Rock cheerfully hissed as she scored free parking in the game. This prompted Wichita to say: "Which, coincidentally, is the best part about Zombieland." Columbus shook his head. "No, the best thing about Z-land is no Facebook status updates." Dayton snorted. "I don't know, I enjoyed a bit of Facebook stalking every now and then." She joked. "Nah, you don't need to hear that "Rob Curtis is gearing up for Friday" anymore. Who cares?" Columbus argued. The group laughed. "Nope, the best thing is no flushing," Tallahassee piped in. Dayton inched away from the man, a disgusted look on her face. "You never flushed? That's manky, bro." Dayton said, her lip curling slightly. "What's the worst thing about Z-land?" Wichita asked.

The mood instantly changed from jokey and happy to heavy and sad. "Not knowing if my parents are alive," Columbus began. Dayton could see in his face that it clearly bothered him, so she rubbed his shoulder. He looked at her gratefully. "Losing my parents and siblings," Dayton put in. Her voice broke slightly, imaging her siblings being a human happy meal. Columbus returned the gesture she did to him moments ago. "I thought it'd be your grandad?" Columbus asked. Dayton shook her head. "No, he died a few years before Z-land." The mood hung somber for a few seconds (although it felt like eternity)

"How about you, Florida? Any tragic stories?" Dayton asked, taking a swig of some booze she'd poured herself. "Losing Buck," The Floridan answered. "Your puppy?" She asked. "He had my personality, my laugh, my attitude... everything. The only thing that wasn't me was his eyes, they were all his mothers." Dayton's thoughts stopped. Tallahassee sniffed loudly and Dayton was shocked to see the elder man was crying. "Buck was your son," She whispered. "I'm so sorry, dude." Dayton probably would have made a move to comfort the man, but he broke the mood by wiping his eyes with fake Monopoly money.

~

Dayton didn't think her night could get any worse after the tragically turned Monopoly game, but fate said, "fuck you," to her in all 6,500 languages. She'd walked up the stairs, planning on having a look in the library, when she heard some voices talking. Tallahassee was downstairs teaching Little Rock to shoot in a straight line, so that left Columbus and Wichita. She followed the voices into the Lincoln Bedroom and watched from behind the semi-closed door. From the angle the door was at, they wouldn't be able to see her. Dayton's heart beat almost painfully in her chest as she watched the Ohioan and the Kansan slow dance to no music. They danced like a married couple in love. Dayton's eyes watered seeing them so perfect together. Then he leaned in to kiss her. Dayton covered her mouth and fled from the area. She accidentally banged the door with her foot as she fled, alerting the two lovebirds to her presence.

They didn't know it was her of course, but they stopped dancing.

Dayton ran into the nearest bedroom and cried into the pillow. She should have told him how she felt, maybe he would have told her as well. Even if he didn't like her, knowing that would be better than feeling how she did now.

Turns out Wichita didn't like dancing with Columbus, because she left the next day. Complete with Little Rock. Her sudden abandonment rocked both Columbus and Dayton. Little Rock was almost like a pseudo-sister to her, making Dayton feel unusually protective of the young girl. Dayton had found out from Tallahassee after he'd kicked off saying Columbus' mood was pissing him off.

"What do you mean, Columbus' mood? He seemed absolutely fine last night." Dayton couldn't help but sneer. Tallahassee raised an eyebrow at her tone. "I'm not gonna bother asking what's fucked you off so badly, but Wichita and Little Rock took off earlier today. Didn't you know?" Dayton felt sick. "No! Why did they leave?" She asked... more like whimpered. "Ok, I'm not good with emotions, so if you're gonna start crying, go find Ohio. He's crying as well," and Tallahassee left her alone.

Dayton slid down the nearest wall and pulled her legs up to her chest. She'd pressed her forehead onto her knees, almost painfully and sobbed into the fabric covering her scared knees.

She truly was alone now. Her grandad was dead, her parents were dead, her brother and sister were dead, all of her friends were dead, the person she'd began getting close to had lead her on and gone for the other girl in the group, her pseudo sister had left... Dayton would have quite happily let a zombie finish her off at that point.

~

After a day, however, Dayton forced herself out of her depressed mood. It wasn't helping anyone, and she needed to get to her friend, Georgia's. She'd walked down the stairs and sighed loudly, attracting the attention of the two men. "Oh, she lives," Tallahassee sarcastically commented from his longing position on the long, fancy couch. "I'm leaving," She announced. "Wait, what? Why?" Columbus had asked, inching up the sofa, looking like a kicked puppy. "I'm heading to my friends. She's at University of Southern California." Dayton replied. "Why don't we all go together?" Columbus asked. Dayton shook her head. If she continued to travel with this man, she'd either burst from constant rejection, or she'd never let go. "I think it's best if I head on by myself," She said, not looking at either of the men. Tallahassee had scoffed loudly before clearing his throat. "At least you're listening to the rules. Don't get attached. I'm off to Mexico tomorrow." Dayton felt indescribable guilt towards the other Ohioan as he sat quietly.

Tallahassee left the room without saying anything else.

Dayton felt horribly guilty for leaving. Mainly from how the boys reacted. Tallahassee's blatant disregard of the situation was enough of a giveaway that the man was hurting, and Columbus' kicked puppy face made her feel even worse. So, as a gift before she left, she invited Columbus in for a night of drinking alcohol (that probably cost more than her scholarship into Harvard) and a movie night.

After the 3rd movie, Dayton became sure of one thing. If Wichita and Little Rock hadn't left during the night, she wouldn't be in the position she was in.

Dayton and Columbus had gotten drunk (very drunk) and horny after watching a sexy film. It first started out as a gentle make-out. Tallahassee had long gone out on the hunt to shoot some zombies from the top of the mansion, which left the two Ohioans. Dayton was sat on Columbus' stomach, straddling his hips, as she hungrily craved for his lips. A hand squeezed her ass cheek, causing her to moan out loud. Dayton pulled away from his lips. "Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?" She asked, breathlessly. Her lady parts ached almost painfully. Columbus grinned from underneath. "I know just the bedroom,"

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Dayton and Columbus had borderline ran up the stairs into the first bedroom they saw. Columbus pushed it shut and clicked the lock into place. "Can't be too safe," He muttered with a smirk. Dayton felt even more turned on by the motion. Columbus pushed Dayton against the wall and furiously kissed her. She jumped up from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. His weight against the wall kept her up right, leaving his hands to hold her ass. She pulled away from the kiss to remove her shirt and bra, leaving her in her jeggins. Columbus raised an eyebrow at her (slightly larger than average) breasts. He pulled away from the wall and carried her over to the king-sized bed. Dayton quickly shed her jeggins and knickers, leaving her completely nude. Columbus stripped down to his birthday suit as well. Dayton smirked at the very prominent boner. "God, you're big," She couldn't help but gasp out. She pulled him down by his arms and began kissing him furiously again. Not breaking the kiss, Columbus flipped them over so Dayton was bottom. His hands playing with her breasts. Dayton couldn't help the animalistic moan that left her mouth. She found herself gasping and tilting her head back. Columbus pulled away from the make-out session, leaving Dayton slightly cold. "Are you sure?" He asked. This just turned Dayton on even further. Even heavily influence by strong alcohol, he was still a gentleman. Dayton nodded quickly. "If we move quickly, I can have two orgasms," Columbus eyebrows rose and dropped (like they do when you are hinting at an idea) as he smirked. "I'll try and make that three then,"

Dayton wiggled out from underneath from the Ohioan with wide eyes. "We ready?" She asked, suddenly feeling nervous. Dayton had only ever had sex twice before. The motorbike and the hot-tub. They were both over 5 years ago. Columbus nodded with wide eyes from his position on the bed.

Dayton wrapped her legs around Columbus' hips, straddling him once more. She gently lowered herself onto his large dick. The feeling that took over was amazing. Everything fit into place. His dick felt large and filled her pleasurably. Dayton let out a loud moan and gently pulled herself up and lowered herself, her moans getting more and more desperate. She could feel an orgasm coming. Apparently so could Columbus. He suddenly flipped them both over, making Dayton the bottom again. He put his hands on the head board above them and began gently thrusting his hips forwards and backwards. Dayton let out an animalistic groan as she was ruthlessly pounded into the bed. Her hands curled into fists and crushed the quilt below her. Dayton began playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her lady boner vibrated with energy, begging her orgasm to happen soon. She felt like she'd explode if she waited any longer. Dayton gasped out loud as Columbus roughly thrusted into her. Her walls tightened quickly. Columbus let out a loud moan, "Oh my god, Day, your walls have just tightened." Dayton couldn't help the whimper of pleasure as Columbus' thrusts increased in speed and roughness. She could feel her orgasm just about to tip her over the edge. Columbus grunted loudly, "I'm gonna come, Day!" He breathlessly panted in her ear. Dayton's walls tightened almost painfully before her body filled with immeasurable pleasure.

Her orgasm rocked through her body, making her yell out. Columbus came very quickly afterwards. Dayton's orgasm finished, leaving her a panting, sweating mess on the bed. The bed dipped as Columbus dropped next to her. She turned her head to smile at him. "Who knew you had that in you?" She teased. "That happens after watching porn for so long," He replied, panting heavily. "Wait, you were a virgin?" She asked, not believing him. "Yeah?" Columbus replied, sounding confused. "Bro, if you can do that from watching porn, feel free to watch it whenever I'm around, that was even better than my motorbike sex. It might have even topped the hot-tub sex," Dayton praised. "I'll be sure to watch more porn in the future then," Dayton couldn't help the giggle that burst from her mouth.