Author's Note: "Need A Little Company" is an erotic Fanfiction based on a sex scene from the movie "Cabin Fever." This prologue is merely a summary of the movie, for the benefit of readers who aren't familiar with it and would appreciate the background information relevant to my fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cabin Fever, or any of the characters in it. Cabin Fever and its characters belong to its creators. I do not make money from the publishing of this story.
Prologue
It�s fall break, 2002. Five friends, Bert, Jeff, Karen, Marcy and Paul make the long drive down to the serene woods of North Carolina where they�ve rented a small, isolated cabin in which to spend their week of freedom.
They�re an eclectic bunch.
Jeff and his girlfriend, Marcy are beyond a doubt the "lookers" of the group. Two pretty people who have found each other and become a couple, as pretty people tend to do. They come across as friendly and accommodating enough, but, scratch away at their surface and you would soon discover their natural shallowness. If you were to sit and watch them for any length of time, you would soon realize that the constant, affectionate groping of one another is the defining characteristic of their relationship. It wouldn�t take a seasoned detective to realize that these two share a very active sex life.
Bert relishes the persona he projects as a dim-witted goofball. He has a zest for life, he loves to have fun and doesn�t care who he pisses off along the way. Yet despite his carefree exterior, he has an uncanny ability to remain level-headed, even clever, in a real crisis. If you met him on a typical day, you wouldn't place too much confidence in him. But on the day when everything goes to hell, you would see him taking the initiative to do what needed to be done and see it through without complaint.
Karen�s short stature and youthful, cheery face make her the kind of girl people call "cute." Yet she is not naive. She is more sensible than most people are at her age, yet she has somehow managed to earn her emotional maturity without becoming disillusioned with the world. A keen amateur photographer, she follows her dreams without ever letting life�s little setbacks spoil her optimistic outlook.
Paul is the nice guy who finished last. A childhood friend of Karen�s, who has secretly been enamoured with her from the very beginning. They�ve always been quite close, but much to Paul�s frustration, never in the romantic sense. However, Paul is hoping that this getaway will bring them together and be the beginning of a lifelong, intimate relationship with her. Like Karen, Paul is the kind of guy girls would typically describe as "cute"; he isn�t ruggedly handsome, but he certainly has a boyishly good-looking quality about him.
The group are at first delighted with their quaint rustic cabin and its picturesque surroundings, but their fun comes to a grinding halt on their first night, when a severely ill hobo comes knocking on their door. His face is pockmarked with bleeding sores, his breathing is labored and sickly. He pleads with the group to call for a doctor, but they can�t as there is no phone reception.
The encounter quickly turns violent and the group are forced to kill the hobo in self-defense, but not before Jeff�s pickup truck is crippled in the scuffle.
The following day is filled with tension and silent bitterness as some of the group walk out on foot in search of a means of contacting the authorities, while others stay behind to try and repair the broken truck. Relationships are strained to their breaking point as each member of the group deals with the awful thing they had to do, as well as the knowledge that they had all been exposed to whatever terrible disease the stranger had. As if their situation wasn�t be enough, the group also have to contend with a large, aggressive dog roaming the woods. They had met the dog, named "Dr. Mambo", and his master earlier in their vacation. But now his master is missing and without someone to reign him in, Dr.Mambo presents a very real danger to the group.
As their second day comes to an end, their worst fear is realized: Karen develops a large, bleeding wound just like the ones they had seen on the hobo earlier: she has been infected. Panicking, the group evict Karen from the cabin and quarantine her in a small tool shed nearby, in the hope that they can avoid the same fate. Fear and suspicion grows between the remaining four who are healthy, and they all try to distance themselves from one another, not willing to risk catching the disease from someone who isn�t showing symptoms yet.
Early the following morning, Bert manages to get the truck working again. The group prepares to leave, but Karen becomes violently ill just as she is preparing to get into the truck: it�s clear that she�s in no condition to travel. An argument ensues and Bert drives off alone in anger, unwilling to wait any longer to get back to civilization.
Jeff storms off into the woods and forbids Marcy from following him. She has been tending to Karen and thus exposed herself to Karen�s infected blood. Jeff scathingly berates her for this compassion, which he considers foolish, and leaves Marcy to her fate. As far as he is concerned, his best chance is to put as much distance between himself and the others as possible.
Marcy, heartbroken, screams out at her now-ex boyfriend as he flees, "ASSHOLE!"
In the wake of the conflict, Paul and Marcy lift Karen on to a mattress and carry her back to the small tool shed she�d been quarantined in, as they don�t have anywhere else to put her.
They return to the cabin. It�s just them now: the last two healthy people around. They are trapped in the middle of nowhere, facing the very real prospect that they will soon succumb to the same gruesome illness that is killing their dear friend, Karen.
Paul joins Marcy in her and Jeff�s bedroom. She is stilling on the bed, staring out the window into the woods.
"We�re all gonna get it," she tells him with resignation, "We�re all gonna get sick. Jeff�s in the woods, getting drunk." She is too broken to speak about her cowardly ex with the bitterness he probably deserves.
"No. Bert�s gonna get help. Karen will be fine, I promise," Paul tries to assure her.
"It�s like being on a plane when you know it�s gonna crash. Everybody around you is yelling and screaming �We�re going down! We�re going down!�" Marcy rambles. "And all you really want to do is grab the person next to you and fuck the shit out of them, �cause you know you�re gonna be dead soon anyway."
At first, her words seem absurd, mere gibberish that�s come from an attempt to express her inexpressible fear. But then she turns to look Paul in the eye and with her stern gaze, he knows she means business.
A mad frenzy of flying clothes, passionate kisses and strategic fondling ensues. It happens with a disorienting swiftness. But soon enough, they are both buck naked and Paul is fully erect. Wasting no time, Marcy positions herself on top of him and pins him down to the mattress as she begins grinding away as if there is no tomorrow.
"You don�t use condoms?" Paul asks her nervously, as her hot snatch heaves rapidly to and fro upon his excited rod.
"Don�t worry, I�m healthy," Marcy briskly counters. She clearly couldn�t care less about the known risks of unsafe sex. She just wants this to happen. She *needs* this to happen. A condom would be a disruption, and seeing as she�s in full control of the situation right now, a disruption is just what Marcy doesn�t need.
She rides away at him like an animal, her fit, voluptuous 21-year-old body heaving gloriously over her seduced prey in what may well be its final dance.
In his excitement, Paul reaches up and grabs Marcy�s back so tightly that it stings her. But Marcy powers through the pain without complaint.
She flings her head back with a gasp as she cums, the frenzy of the encounter rolling back on her in the strength of her climax. Her shuddering body collapses on to Paul and he holds her tightly in an ensnaring embrace as his semen explodes into her inviting sex.
In the aftermath, Marcy makes her way into the bathroom to splash some water on her face. By chance, she notices something in the bathroom mirror: red marks on her back where Paul had grabbed her. Marks that look just a little too angry to be the product of some tight squeezing. Marks that look suspiciously similar to the early stages of the disease that Karen has.
The atmosphere has become uncomfortably quiet in the cabin � even more so than before. Both Marcy and Paul are immediately regretting the one-night-stand. As she sits on her bed once more, Marcy spies Paul walking past the doorway.
"Jeez, Paul, you really did a number on my back!" she complains, perhaps for no other reason than to assure herself that the sores are nothing more than a sex injury.
"I�m gonna go find Jeff and then we�re gonna walk out of here," he tells her coldly.
"But what about Bert?" Marcy retorts.
"I can�t wait for him any longer, I *have* to get out of here," Paul insists, conspicuously avoid eye contact with her.
"Paul, what about Karen? Paul??" Marcy cries out the doorway anxiously. He is gone. She is alone.
Marcy draws herself a warm bath. It�s all she can think of to give herself some comfort in this dark hour of shame and danger. No sooner has she settled in to the warm water when the tears start pouring. Marcy is a weeping wreck; a terrified little girl trapped in a real-life nightmare she can�t escape, with no hero to come to her rescue and chase her monsters away.
She picks up a can of shaving cream and a razor and begins to shave her legs. She wants to feel pretty. It might seem absurd to be concerned with such a trivial thing, but anything she can do to make herself feel a little better is most welcome. But without warning, her razor scratches open a large, sickly wound on her calf. There can be no more doubt; she is infected, too.
Panicking, Marcy throws on a bathrobe and runs outside, hoping to find some help. But before she can get too far, she encounters the mad Dr. Mambo. She tries to make it back to the safety of Karen�s toolshed, but the dog is too fast for her. It pounces with a bloodthirsty growl. Marcy screams.
But what if that isn�t what actually happened?
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