Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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Do you silly fuckers remember that not only did I capture two zombie strippers last night but that there was a prisoner in the armored vehicle that Kat and Preacher's Wife used to rescue me after I passed out?

(Wait, who am I calling a silly fucker? I'm the one that's drunk. Are you drunk? I can't tell...)


Anyway, the prisoner was the leader of the marauders that have been preying on the survivors...and she's the only one left alive after my attack on them. She's been in a holding cell all day and in my spare time, I've been talking to her about her role--should she chose to accept it--with us. She could join us...or we could turn her back out into a world full of the hungry undead.

She has chosen to join us. I know that some of you might harbor some resentment towards someone who has preyed upon the weak, but I don't think she is really like that.

So, I've released her. She's one of us. She can stay. She can leave if she wants. She has a particular set of skills that would be useful to us in combat with the undead. I hope when you see her wandering the halls that you make her feel welcome.

I know I will.

I will definitely bid her welcome.

CG if you need someone to volunteer to teach her to shoot any of our weapons. I am more than willing to do so.
(we all know that a woman does a better job teaching another woman to shoot.)
I will also volunteer to have her as my back up on patrol.
 
I will definitely bid her welcome.

CG if you need someone to volunteer to teach her to shoot any of our weapons. I am more than willing to do so.
(we all know that a woman does a better job teaching another woman to shoot.)
I will also volunteer to have her as my back up on patrol.

Awesome. But in keeping with the spirit of our new society, I will allow her to decide what she wants. All of you are free to do whatever you like as long as you don't hurt each other. That includes mentally, emotionally, physically, or spiritually.

Nice offer. We'll see if she wants that.

I'm going down to the mess hall for something to give me some energy. You've wore me out.
 
:eek:

I know we've got Redbull or something around here.

*adds Viagra to the list of things to start foraging for*
 
:eek:

I know we've got Redbull or something around here.

*adds Viagra to the list of things to start foraging for*

Did someone say Viagra?

*produces a blister pack of little blue pills, sammiches and red bulls*

PW, lets take CG to ...um..."rest"
 
Did someone say Viagra?

*produces a blister pack of little blue pills, sammiches and red bulls*

PW, lets take CG to ...um..."rest"

Woot.

[Sir Lancelot]"Well, I could stay a bit longer!"[/Sir Lancelot]
 
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Monty Python??? Eeek... I knew I should have stayed awake longer than 15 minutes for those movies...:eek:

You're funny. Now I will make it my mission to make you watch the entire movie.
 
Finally I'm out and about, wandering the halls and massaging my wrists. Those cuffs left me a little raw. Generally I can appreciate a good handcuffing during better times, but this isn't that kind of a game. Preacher's Wife and Kat brought me in and I thought that I had been forgotten about. I've been fighting for my sole survival for quite some time. I'm not sure this "team" approach is going to work for me. But, I don't see where any of you have left me with any choice.

Don't let the pretty face fool'ya. Consider yourself warned. I was dangerous before this all began and now you can multiply that times ten. I look the part too, in my old school camoflauge pants slung low revealing a pierced navel, worn white beater stretched across firm breasts with the bar piercings highlighting the distended nipples and my rugged combat boots. You stripped me of my gear and I feel naked. First weapons I find, I'm claiming. And, whoever is walking around with the bowie knife with the markings on the handle that match the tattoos down my left arm is a dead man or woman. I don't care.

You can call me AVY. Don't call me Black Girl.

(Is that enough attitude for you Chaingun;))
 
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Finally I'm out and about, wandering the halls and massaging my wrists. Those cuffs left me a little raw. Generally I can appreciate a good handcuffing during better times, but this isn't that kind of a game. Preacher's Wife and Kat brought me in and I thought that I had been forgotten about. I've been fighting for my sole survival for quite some time. I'm not sure this "team" approach is going to work for me. But, I don't see where any of you have left me with any choice.

Don't let the pretty face fool'ya. Consider yourself warned. I was dangerous before this all began and now you can multiply that times ten. I look the part too, in my old school camoflauge pants slung low revealing a pierced navel, worn white beater stretched across firm breasts with the bar piercings highlighting the distended nipples and my rugged combat boots. You stripped me of my gear and I feel naked. First weapons I find, I'm claiming. And, whoever is walking around with the bowie knife with the markings on the handle that match the tattoos down my left arm is a dead man or woman. I don't care.

You can call me AVY. Don't call me Black Girl.

(Is that enought attitude for you Chaingun;))

LOL, we're happy to have you AVY. You're such a tough chick, ain't ya?

And here's your bowie knife.

*steps back to avoid having the knife thrust into his neck*



Come have something to eat and drink and we'll show you around.
 
Finally I'm out and about, wandering the halls and massaging my wrists. Those cuffs left me a little raw. Generally I can appreciate a good handcuffing during better times, but this isn't that kind of a game. Preacher's Wife and Kat brought me in and I thought that I had been forgotten about. I've been fighting for my sole survival for quite some time. I'm not sure this "team" approach is going to work for me. But, I don't see where any of you have left me with any choice.

Don't let the pretty face fool'ya. Consider yourself warned. I was dangerous before this all began and now you can multiply that times ten. I look the part too, in my old school camoflauge pants slung low revealing a pierced navel, worn white beater stretched across firm breasts with the bar piercings highlighting the distended nipples and my rugged combat boots. You stripped me of my gear and I feel naked. First weapons I find, I'm claiming. And, whoever is walking around with the bowie knife with the markings on the handle that match the tattoos down my left arm is a dead man or woman. I don't care.

You can call me AVY. Don't call me Black Girl.

(Is that enough attitude for you Chaingun;))

Welcome.

Actually Kat and I truly believed that you would pull through and beat all of this. So we gave it to CG for safe keeping. We wanted to make sure that no one else claimed it.
 
LOL, we're happy to have you AVY. You're such a tough chick, ain't ya?

And here's your bowie knife.

*steps back to avoid having the knife thrust into his neck*



Come have something to eat and drink and we'll show you around.

Gosh thanks, I was really worried about my knife. It's my favorite.
Oops! I slipped out of character.
"Good for you. I thought I was going to have to kill somebody up in here."
"Any of that BBQ left?"
 
*a beautiful girl in six inch clear heeled stilettos walks into the room, appearing to be confused, and wearing pasties and a g-string with a wad of money folded into the string on her hip"

"Hello....?" God I feel so damn strange...."Is it time for my set? Where is my pole?"
 
Gosh thanks, I was really worried about my knife. It's my favorite.
Oops! I slipped out of character.
"Good for you. I thought I was going to have to kill somebody up in here."
"Any of that BBQ left?"

We've got pulled pork, ribs, and brisket.

Would you prefer the regular ketchup based sauce or the Carolina style vinegar based sauce? Cole slaw? Hush puppies?

How about some southern style potato salad?

I bet you're starved.
 
"Hello....?" God I feel so damn strange...."Is it time for my set? Where is my pole?"

Aww, Bella, so glad your voice is coming back. How do you feel? You probably need to eat. Come join us.

You appear to be cured. I'll let the others tell you what happened...if you can stand to hear it.
 
Aww, Bella, so glad your voice is coming back. How do you feel? You probably need to eat. Come join us.

You appear to be cured. I'll let the others tell you what happened...if you can stand to hear it.

"I don't think I am supposed to eat until my set is over...and what are you talking about cured? Stripperhood is not a disease I will have you know...its an age old profession and I am damned good at it...now where the hell is my pole?"
 
We've got pulled pork, ribs, and brisket.

Would you prefer the regular ketchup based sauce or the Carolina style vinegar based sauce? Cole slaw? Hush puppies?

How about some southern style potato salad?

I bet you're starved.

Carolina style please. Reminds me of my younger days on base at Fort Bragg before all this. Then I was just the Sgt. Major's daughter, crush'n on the Ranger trainies.

*Reaching out to shake Preacher's Wife's hand.*

I'm not too crazy about the the girl with the pasties. Although, I have taken note of the wad of cash and smiled sweetly.
 
"I don't think I am supposed to eat until my set is over...and what are you talking about cured? Stripperhood is not a disease I will have you know...its an age old profession and I am damned good at it...now where the hell is my pole?"

Um, Honey, you don't need to dance here. Unless you want to.

There's a pole in the center of the mess hall but, really it's not...

Oh..

*mouth drops open as she starts dancing around the pole*

Dayum!


OK, dance all you want, Honey.
 
*Her moving grinds her ass into his crotch and the movement makes his hands slip under her to squeeze her breasts, feeling her nipples drag along his palms. He's already hard having his hands all over a tight, beautiful redhead. He's mostly behaving though. He raises up just enough so she can roll a bit, but he can't help but to give a grope and squeze, pinching her nipples between his fingers before letting go.*
* grumbles and gets up*

I'm getting breakfast...or dinner. Whatever.

* wanders off to the main area of the shelter*
 
I'm not too crazy about the the girl with the pasties. Although, I have taken note of the wad of cash and smiled sweetly.

Uh oh, we'd better keep you two separated then. Even though cash has no use in this post apocalyptic world, I doubt we want to see how mean she might become if you try to take her wad.

AVY, we'll get you some cash, I promise. There's a bank in town that I've been thinking of breaking into just to see if there's anything useful in the vault. I'll even let you set the dynamite on the door.

You can have all the cash. But really, what would you buy?
 
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