Chaingun
Who do ya love?
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Shush you. You don't know.
*runs off to take care of.... stuff*
No need to run off, Little One...
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Shush you. You don't know.
*runs off to take care of.... stuff*
I have 3 brothers... yes, it is possible.
crotchal??? *runs to websters to see if that's even a word*
I'm sure I can find the breast pump though, if you're into that sort of thing..
I never ask. I dated one in college. I know.
Are you really expecting me to behave myself? I've been hanging around RA, and Max, and Playful, and eating Niam's swedish fish. I'm rambunctious as hell right now. And I just assumed we had inflatable chairs to throw or something.
Now where the hell is that BDSM video you were talking about earlier?
LOL. It would have to be a very durable chair if you had to throw it three times.
*totters clumsily inside, dripping filth and guts onto the bunkers floor and blinking dumbly at Dave. For a moment she looks down, wondering if any of the blood is hers before deciding not to worry about it and heading to the shower room*
...Dave?
Are you really expecting me to behave myself? I've been hanging around RA, and Max, and Playful, and eating Niam's swedish fish. I'm rambunctious as hell right now. And I just assumed we had inflatable chairs to throw or something.
Now where the hell is that BDSM video you were talking about earlier?
Nope... they "playfully" (or so they told Mom) threw a folding chair at me.
Wasn't there talk earlier about a kissing contest?
That was right before the zombie attack and the subsequent shooting. We'll get to that. You girls can start without me if you need to.
Smart man...
Still, most of it is true.
I picked red pubes out of my black ones for two days every time I saw her. I know.
I picked red pubes out of my black ones for two days every time I saw her. I know.
hmmm... never kissed a girl, but Katie Perry says I might like it.
LOL... that's funny.
She turned early on. Got bitten outside on the red carpet as she was coming out of the American Music Awards. A day later, she arrived in Florida on a plane and ran amok biting people at Orlando International Airport. I shot her myself. Damned shame that.
His arms feel warm and strong as the hot water washes over us. It feels good, so damn good, but all I want to do is sleep.Seeing that she is still not completely right, I scoop up her diminutive form--something that I know she hates, but it has to be done--and rush her to the shower. We enter the large co-ed shower stall and I turn on the water as hot as I can stand it. She mewls against me like a kitten that just wants to be allowed to go back to sleep, but I hold her.
We stand there, fully clothed as hot water rinses away evidence of what she has survived and drips off of our faces, our cloths, and rifle hanging by its sling on my shoulder.
"Never again, please. Stay here. I can't protect you if you're out there alone. Please...stay here. With...me."
His arms feel warm and strong as the hot water washes over us. It feels good, so damn good, but all I want to do is sleep.
"What happened? I remember something about a motorcycle... Did I steal it?"
He sets me on a plastic chair and tenderly peels off my torn clothes.Whatever was running through my mind, fashion choices were NOT one of them. I'm dressed in leather bootyshorts,combat boots and a sparkly silver tee. One by one he tosses the wet items at the door, out of the shower's spray.
Its only then that both he and I notice the neat hole in my tricep and the bleeding, filthy scratches around my calves.
That's bad, isnt it?
OK, for the bunker, I'm done.. follow me to the puppy pile and keep fondling my titties, but please just concentrate on the nipples if you really want the desired effect... I'll let you know when you can start groping the whole thing...
*yawns*
Damnit, Dave..... more soda on the screen.
Horrified for my friend and what this means if I don't do something, I again scoop her up. The rifle clatters to the floor. Her lithe naked form in my arms is shaking; I can hear her begin to cry.
"No way. No..."
I am running down the corridor, moving towards the infirmary. Once inside, I put her gently onto a gurney and administer an injection for pain.
"There, there. This is going to take the edge off. Don't you worry. I'm sorry. I know that hurt."
A quick decision is made. It's the only decision. A no-brainer, really. It has to be done. Not the way I wanted it, but it there isn't any other option.
I gently pick her up and her head lolls to the side. I adjust her position in my arms and I can feel that she is starting to get cold. She's shivering and her breath is getting ragged and irregular. So little time.
Running back down a mostly unused corridor, I hold her tightly to me. I kick a brick in the wall and an unseen panel opens and we slip through. Lights come on as I place her on another hospital bed. She is turning. Her skin is turning gray.
"Oh God, no, no, no, no! Not like this....Hold on, Honey."
I begin removing my clothes as her mouth opens in a silent scream. The pain of the transition must be awful.