Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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So very true...Just nice to see you here!

I only had a little room in my truck... I would have brough more, but I would have had to leave the vodka...and that would have been bad!

I think what you have is quite the booty ... the toy collection is nice too *a playful smack to her exposed cheek audible into the next room*
 
Darlin', Brad is not guarding the door, he is hoping to help or at least test the closeness of the shave.

I'm fairly sure two or perhaps even three in the shower would not justify a stampede. Although it depends how rough things got in there.

I think what you have is quite the booty ... the toy collection is nice too *a playful smack to her exposed cheek audible into the next room*

I think we should pull both guys in for...um... testing purposes... we would hate to leave any non smooth parts.
 
=after a long hot shower and a nice long nap=

*ambles into the common area and sits down on a couch, laying out some items on the low coffee table. Begins to clean his weapons and examine his ammunition, seeming to follow some instructions from a small leather bound book. His eyes seem distant as he speaks softly to the empty room*

"Been wandering the wasteland a long time now. It wasn't too hard at first to survive. There was food, weapons, clothes, gear, all for the taking. All you had to do was be smart about what you took and tough enough to defend it."

*takes apart and cleans a pair of matching .40 Glocks with sound suppression as he talks, voice low and deep and mellow, like good whiskey*

"Then things got harder, as resources began to dry up. The weather got weird, with freak snow storms in summer and droughts in the winter. The zombies aren't the worst thing out there. All Hell has risen up to devour us."

*starts to sharpen what used to be a simple machete, which is now covered with crudely etched holy symbols from half a dozen religions.*

"I've seen vampires, and werewolves. Demons and mutants and Lawyers. I've written down what I learned in my book. Everything can die, if you just try hard enough. It's all there, in the book."

*the man sets down four types of ammunition, all in a neat row*

"Silver for the werewolves, of course. Works for most shape shifting things. Wood for the vamps. But basically, if you destroy the brain and heart, they die. Demons need bronze bullets, or blessed objects. For the non-corporeal things, salt. I find a shotgun shell full of rock salt works just fine."

*the man sits back in the dim quiet and closes his eyes, breathing deep*

"Can't sleep at night. The night is the most active time for most predators. Including human ones. So you sleep during the hot daylight, in whatever secure place you can find. If you don't have a bunker, sometimes the only thing you can do is be real quiet, like you're a part of the shadows."

*the tired eyes open. The man picks up a bottle of amber liquid and takes a long drink, then lies down on the couch*

"After a while. You realize you might as well be already dead."

*He sleeps*
 
OOOOOOO Kat, he is bringing the vibrator too!!!!
Wooo Hooo.

Since you were the first to notice ... *applies it gently to PW's wet breasts, shaking droplets off everywhere*

And for you Kat ... *he slides a hand along her back, gently pushing the soap around before lathering her ass as well*
 
Since you were the first to notice ... *applies it gently to PW's wet breasts, shaking droplets off everywhere*

And for you Kat ... *he slides a hand along her back, gently pushing the soap around before lathering her ass as well*


mmmmmmm, If we had known you would be this much fun in the shower, we would have went out searching for you!!!!
 
=after a long hot shower and a nice long nap=

*ambles into the common area and sits down on a couch, laying out some items on the low coffee table. Begins to clean his weapons and examine his ammunition, seeming to follow some instructions from a small leather bound book. His eyes seem distant as he speaks softly to the empty room*

"Been wandering the wasteland a long time now. It wasn't too hard at first to survive. There was food, weapons, clothes, gear, all for the taking. All you had to do was be smart about what you took and tough enough to defend it."

*takes apart and cleans a pair of matching .40 Glocks with sound suppression as he talks, voice low and deep and mellow, like good whiskey*

"Then things got harder, as resources began to dry up. The weather got weird, with freak snow storms in summer and droughts in the winter. The zombies aren't the worst thing out there. All Hell has risen up to devour us."

*starts to sharpen what used to be a simple machete, which is now covered with crudely etched holy symbols from half a dozen religions.*

"I've seen vampires, and werewolves. Demons and mutants and Lawyers. I've written down what I learned in my book. Everything can die, if you just try hard enough. It's all there, in the book."

*the man sets down four types of ammunition, all in a neat row*

"Silver for the werewolves, of course. Works for most shape shifting things. Wood for the vamps. But basically, if you destroy the brain and heart, they die. Demons need bronze bullets, or blessed objects. For the non-corporeal things, salt. I find a shotgun shell full of rock salt works just fine."

*the man sits back in the dim quiet and closes his eyes, breathing deep*

"Can't sleep at night. The night is the most active time for most predators. Including human ones. So you sleep during the hot daylight, in whatever secure place you can find. If you don't have a bunker, sometimes the only thing you can do is be real quiet, like you're a part of the shadows."

*the tired eyes open. The man picks up a bottle of amber liquid and takes a long drink, then lies down on the couch*

"After a while. You realize you might as well be already dead."

*He sleeps*

*Covers you with a blanket, careful not to disturb or startle you*
 
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