IC: This is how the world ends

[Mayu]

Melody watched what was going on, she had never done anything like this before, she stood up and walked over wrapping her arms around him from behind, her hands on his flesh as she kissed his neck, licking him softly, she nibbled on his ear a little bit, she smiled looking at him from the side "Like that do we?" She smiled

 

[molly_hunter28]

Alley Martin heading west, now in Ohio

Alley crossed into the Ohio border. She was coasting on fumes. Good thing she ran into a gas station. She pumped her gas, looked around and found nothing. Absolutly nothing. Would she ever see another living soul.

She couldn't bare to think otherwise she would go crazy. She got back into her car and contiued driving. She played another cd, and munched on some chips.

The road streched infron of her, what would she find on it? Would she find an answer as to what happen? She let out a sigh and pressed the peddle farther down, hoping to get to wherever she was headed faster.

 

[poohlive]

"I love everything you do. Don't stop."

One in front of him, and the other behind. Was this perfect, hands all over him, touching him, playing. His clothes long forgotten, naked between flesh, touching, caressing. Everything played along him, and as he was grinding against one of them, another did the same with him.

He licked at one, touched another. His eyes grasped down the perfect sight of one, while his back was pressed into the body of another. His hands were everywhere, never able to touch one for too long, before going to another.

His mouth covered Aoife's breast, licking at her, taking her all the way into his mouth, sucking at her nipple. It was already hard, reacting as his tongue played with it, got it nice and wet, nibbling on it inside of his mouth.

His cock pushed against her pussy, hard and fast, rubbing the slim piece of fabric between her legs, the last piece of fabric that seperated his sex from hers.

Looking up at her, his eyes filled with lust, his mouth still on her breast, he spoke, "Take them off."

 

[Britwitch]

Aoife Patrick, Aboard the Jet

Aoife groaned as his mouth engulfed her nipple, making her back arch even more and her hips press more wantonly down onto his own. His fingers continuing to stroke along his shaft as he repeatedly thrust it up towards her, the head bumping and sliding along her bikini covered crotch.
Her moands and whimpers joined those of Scott and Melody as hands and bodys entwined in the warm, swirling water.
She looked down into Scott's lustful eyes, his mouth still laying claim to her nipple.
"Take them off."
She hesitated for a moment before her hazed brain reacted along with her body. Reaching down, she untied the strings holding on the bottom half of the bikini and felt it move away from her. She tentatively allowed her hips to drop a little lower, feeling his shaft rub against her lips, not entering but slipping back and forth along her.
She shivered, pressing her chest against him as a wave of dizziness passed through her but she kissed him once more, it was just the champagne...

 

[poohlive]

Scott had to move her now, easing her up against the side of the hot tub, helping her fall against him. He was going to make sure she would lay back as he fucked her, riding easily between her.

His hands reached out for Melody behind him... as they touched her. He found her breasts, squeezing them, licking at her luscious lips.

"Help Aiofe," He purred in Melody's ears, as he moved down onto Aiofe. Her legs already parting in his touch, her eyes meeting his. He could not stop looking at her, open, ready, naked before him.

"You are so beautiful," He said, his cock touching the opening of her pussy, electric shock riding up and down his spine with just the touch. He had to put his hand down there, guiding it into her pushing just past the entrance. His cock head pressed in, parting her slit.

It found her in no time, the pink walls holding him, guiding him, helping him ease all the way inside of her. She was on fire, her juices pouring down all over him. No resistance as he fell balls deep into her.

"Yes," His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, his lips hard on her neck, sucking. He bent out of the way for Melody to touch as well, to kiss her. He wanted her to feel so many hands on her, so many lips, and his cock...

His cock buried deep inside of her.

 

[Britwitch]

Aoife clung to him as he shifted beneath her, rolling them almost so it was her sitting with him before her, kneeling between her legs.
"You are so beautiful,"
She blushed, in spite of the fondling and rubbing of one another, that simple phrase seemed to touch her inside more than anything that had so far passed between them. Those few words achieving in one breath what she wanted, what she needed. To feel alive.
Aoife groaned softly as she felt his shaft pressing against her. Her engagement ring winked at her in the light as she arched her back, allowing him easier access between her legs. She felt gilt grip her for a moment before her hazy mind reasoned with herself. Rick was dead, and even if he wasn't, the chances of them finding one another again now was nothing if not remote. She should have been dead, like all the others, but she wasn't. She had been saved. And why be saved if it wasn't to go on living...?
Another groan as her eyes met Scott's and she felt him beginning to slide inside her warm, tightness. He continued to press forwards until he was completely within her. Aoife trembled at the sensation, feeling her muscles stretching a little to accept him, her entire body pulsing with needy desire.
"Yes,"
His words were huskily moaned as his hands roamed across her body, his lips kissing, licking her neck, sucking, almost claiming her as his before leaning up to look down at her once more.
She opened her mouth several times to speak but nothing came out. The writer had no words to convey how she felt at that moment, almost afraid words would somehow ruin this unique experience. Her eyes caught Melody's for a moment, her stomach tensing at the idea of her 'helping' as Scott had put it. She'd never been with a woman before, had never thought of doing so. But then, she never thought she'd see civilisation crash and burn as it had done. She smiled almost shyly at her before Scott's next gentle thrust inside her, made her head roll back a little and caused her eyes to close. She'd never thought she'd feel like this...never again...

 

[Mayu]

She moaned feeling his hand over her breast she watched him making love to the other woman, she smiled as she knelt down to her and smiled some, Melody was bi so she knew how to please a woman, she found that her one breast wasn't being given attention, so she ran her tongue around her breast then put her nipple between her lips and began to suck on her, looking up at her.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Malcolm continued wandering around the empty streets, having to turn away from cars and windows so that he wouldn't be sick. Bodies were everywhere, and there did not appear to be any direction in which he could safely look. He had continued to yell for almost an hour, hoping, praying, that someone would respond, that the loneliness would end. No one responded, and he was alone. With no one around, and the power going out, he knew that he would have to leave the city. Eventually, the bodies would start to decompose more, and the smell would be horrendous, unbearable. After spending some time walking through the streets, he found a store that specialized in camping supplies, though it was locked up tight.
"I guess no one will mind if I just...break in..."
Finding a small piece of metal that had at one time probably had a use, Malcolm broke the window of the store, covering himself, hoping he didn't get cut badly from the glass. He made his way through the store and began taking what he would need - a backpack, batteries, a flashlight, some dried food, tools for making a campire, and anything else that he would possibly need. He came to the gun section of the store and grew nervous...did he really need a gun?
"Well...I suppose I could use it for hunting..." And with that he found himself a handgun, a revolver, and threw extra ammunition in the backpack.
He left the store and lookd at the empty streets again.
"Well...Here I go." With those words, he began making his way out of LA, not really knowing where he was going.

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Tara Kennedy

Tara and Tyler spent that night in the old man’s bed.

It was cold that when Tara woke up the next morning, she felt the chill along her flesh but it had not yet settled into her bones. With the month of October more than half over, it would not be long before winter was upon them and it would be too cold to travel on foot, maybe even too cold to travel at all. Tara new she was going to have to make some choices and make them soon.

She hurried out of the small bed and dressed quickly while Tyler restlessly watched. There was not enough space in the small room for his usual morning antics and the break in their routine seemed to set the dog on edge. However, thanks to the old man’s store, breakfast was better than it had been in a while and the canned dog food seemed to restore the pooch’s spirits.

She checked the store one last time and went through the old man’s things. She nearly jumped for joy when she found both painkillers and antibiotics among the drugs in his medicine cabinet. She put the antibiotics in the pocket of her jacket, they were far too valuable to risk being dropped or lost. Once again, she thought about the old man’s guns… a shotgun and an old rifle. As much as she suspected a weapon might be useful, her lack of experience with guns made her skittish and she decided to leave the behind. Besides, she now has nearly a dozen pairs of clean dry sock, could a girl really ask for more?

Ultimately, Tara decided to skip the Aberdeen proving grounds and skirt west of Baltimore while remaining firm in her decision to ultimately head south. The bitter cold of the mornings were barely a taste of the season to come in the north and she doubted she had the skills to survive a snow-filled winter.

As they moved along the outskirts of the metropolitan area, she saw more and more signs that other travels had traveled along the same path. She made good time, there was little reason to slow, or stop; every body, every building, and every car she passed had already be scavenged, at least once. She realized she was becoming quite nervous at the thought of encountering other people, not all of the bodies were victims of the flue, some deaths were caused by accidents, and others were victims of violence. She wished, just a little, that she had kept one of the guns.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Rivy (Just outside Penny)

The young woman walked aimlessly upon the road, the sounds around her previously had quieted finally. Other than the sound of burning fire, glass breaking away from varoius windows, the sound of glass under her as well and a few stray animals flitting about she felt completely isolated. No one and nothing seemed to be alive.

With a forlorned sigh she contined on, unsure of her destination, not because she didn't know where she was, she knew. Just out side of Penyslvania the last time she checked; but now her situation had changed due to an explosion that had blinded her currently. She had no clue if it was permanent or not but for now she walked on; a single cloth wrapped about her eyes to keep the cuts and bruising from infection.

Rivy sighed inwardly stumbling as she tripped over what felt like a body. It was soft to the touch but the smell from it was prominent and sickly. She held back the urge to gag as she got back up to her feet; no shoes as they'd been taken from her by some thugs. They probably fell to the virus by now but it didn't matter. She stumbled again falling to her knees as a soft cry escaped her lips. "Damnit..." she could feel the glass in her feet weaving its way to absolute agony if she continued on. She needed to tend to her wounds soon but first she checked the fallen body for shoes. To her excitement there were some and to her annoyance they did not fit but that was not an issue as she slipped them on the comfort of them helping to sooth her pains as she continued down the road.

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[Incubusknight]

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[brigid_fitch]

Lauren Rutherford ~ Des Moines, IA

"Well, I made damned good time."

Usually, battling down Rte 35 to Des Moines took almost 5 hours in traffic, but Lauren had arrived in just under 4. She patted herself on the back again for having the foresight to buy a 4-wheel drive vehicle; there had been many spots on the highway that were so snarled with abandoned vehicles or car accidents that they were impassable. Only by going off-road had Lauren been able to skirt around these nuisances.

But even 4 hours cooped up in the Land Rover was too much and she needed to stretch her legs. Pulling into to a QuikTrip, Lauren grabbed her gun, slowly lowered herself from the vehicle, and looked around. Again, not a soul in sight. There were 2 cars in the service station, one parked erratically at the store entrance and the other was next to the gas pump, as though waiting for service. Lauren didn't look at the cars--the smell eminating from them told her more than she wanted to know. Surprisingly, this convenience store hadn't been ransacked, so Lauren decided to stock up on anything she had forgotten at the mall--like coffee. She rolled her eyes and laughed at herself for forgetting such an important food group like coffee. She had packed a campstove from Coleman's--making coffee on it shouldn't bee too difficult.

One of the advantages of spending her life around utter incompetents--it had made Lauren pretty darn self-reliant.

She looked around, gun at the ready, and when she was satisfied she was alone, Lauren went into the store.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Malcolm Thomas

He had managed to work his way out through the streets, making very slow time while trying to move around the cars. So many people had attempted to flee the city when the flu hit, it was almost impossible to move. Desperate people had moved their cars up onto the sidewalks, leaving cars everywhere. Malcolm had hoped that he could get his hands on a car and drive out of the city, knowing that it would be faster, but seeing how the traffic was, that idea got shot out the window. After about an hour of walking, he managed to find a bicycle that had been lost by its owner. Using this made his travelling a great deal faster, and before he knew it, he was reaching the edges of the city of Los Angeles.
"Finally...I never thought I'd make it out of there...."
Malcolm turned around and looked at the city behind him, and noticed how quiet it seemed. Even with everything that had happened, the city somehow looked almost beautiful...serene. He continued to ride for only a little longer before he noticed the sun going down...it was getting late. Dismounting his bike, he started to set up camp. He was not a big fan of the area...things didn't look like they had gone well. Pieces of glass were everywhere, and he was afraid of hurting himself. He cleaned an area of glass, and began setting up his tent, whistling to himself to keep his sanity. Hearing a noise made it better somehow - he wasn't alone if he could make a noise. The tune was simple, something that just came off the top of his head.
After an hour (and multiple attempts) he got the tent set up and put his sleeping bag inside. Malcolm gathered some wood together and started a fire, heating himself up some dinner.
"Well, I'm really starting to wish I had gone into boyscouts. Mighta been helpful..."

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam (Weaterford , OKlahoma)

Adam got out of the rig and smiled, he'd finally figured it out and with only a little damage. After two hours he'd been able to reverse and not be stopped by the loading bay.

Yeah he could do this , still who was he doing it for? Himself well yeah but there had to be others , normal people just trying to find each other.

Last night he could have sworen he'd heard a high powered car but there had been no sign of anyone come morning.

Still the radio station was still going strong so maybe just maybe someone would hear it and come.

Adam walked away from the rig, whether he was to remain alone or be part of a group there was always something to do, the veteran of dozens of jobs had skills to share .

The thought struck him again that he could do so many things yet when it came to people , actual face to face conversation, he sighed he wasn't good at ALL things.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Lauren surveyed the stockroom of the convenience store, reapplying Vicks Vapor Rub under her nose to combat the stench emanating from whatever (whomever) lay behind the counter that she daren't go near. She found pretty much what she expected in QuikStop's backroom--bags and bags of coffee, filters, cups, Icee straws, napkins, and a few boxes of tourist trinkets that hadn't been put out front yet. She grabbed a box of coffee ("40 1lb bags, Ultra Roast!", the smiling sun on the box screamed at her), some creamer, and threw it in the back of the Rover. On her second trip inside, Lauren looked around to see if anything else of use could be found in this little oasis. Maps, for instance--Iowa was almost the center of the country, so from here she could go pretty much anywhere. Southwest to California, South to Texas, Southeast to Florida--she couldn't be the only one alive. The odds were too strong against it. Hell, if some animals survived a meteor hitting the planet 250 million years ago, there had to be more than just Lauren with an immune system robust enough to survive a killer flu.

Then she saw it. She had avoided looking behind the counter, knowing from the smell that there was a body behind it. But, also, that body had once owned a huge freakin' AV receiver. Mounted on the wall, in the middle of a pretty elaborate media array, was a Pioneer receiver with signal booster. Lauren stepped around the counter and was greeted with the rictus grin of what used to be the clerk. That was all she could tell--the body had almost liquefied, soaking through the jeans and red plaid shirt. The flesh on his face and hands were all but gone, a treat for the insects, rodents, and scavengers who now ruled the area like some bad B movie. Trying not to slip on the putrefaction that oozed from the body, Lauren turned on the radio, flipped the toggle for the signal booster, and got nothing. No power.

Cursing herself for jumping ahead, Lauren left the store through the back exit in search of the generator.

 

[wit.riles]

Naomi continued her journey east, driving past neglected fields across the rest of Nebraska into Iowa. When she reached Des Moines, the first city she's passed though in her day of driving that once had a population greater than 5,000, she finally felt like she found civilization again. But there didn’t seem to be any signs of life around here either.

And now she saw how large the impact the plague truly had. Instead of a few random cars pulled over, cars were everywhere and it was difficult to get through the streets. All the stores were dark, and the windows of many stores were broken. It was like a scene from a horror movie. It got Naomi wondering, if a city this size could be decimated, how could have her Chicago fared?

Naomi pulled over at the nearest building, a branch of some bank. There was a payphone in the parking lot. She called every number that she knew and they all rang. Up until that moment she had been confident that someone would be there for her. Now that she could see the devastation at the city scale that belief was shaken to the core.

She sat on the hood of her unchi’s station wagon and began to cry. Despondent, heartbroken tears. This was the first time she had cried since the outbreak. Now cried for future she wouldn’t have, she cried because she didn’t know what to do, and she cried because she was alone.

 

[bigladypleaser]

dawn

steve jerks awake, being kissed over and over again.....what the hell? he opens his eyes to find his new friend squatted on his chest, tongue going a mile a minute.

"oh, okay buddy" , laughing, "i'm up, i'm up. what's first? eat or poop?"

steve swings the door open and the pup bounds out, sniffing at last nights empty cans before relieving himself. still laughing, steve walks a few steps away and follows the pup's lead.

"lot to be said for a men's only club, isn't there. just whip it out and pee wherever it pleases you." the words had only just passed his lips when steve realizes again how alone he is. "reckon peeing is about all the workout he's going to get. not that he was getting a lot of anything else, before all this, but would be nice to have some female company with all this privacy"

the pup, unaware of his new owner's plight is only concerneed with food. licking and chewing on the cans, he signals that it is time for breakfast.

"okay, i got your message....you're too young to know about what i was thinking anyway."

opening a couple of the meals, steve lets the dog dig in as he works on getting the fire going.

"screw this pioneer bullshit...next town we find, i'm going to get us a camp stove. takes too long for coffee in the morning."

once the pot is on the fire, steve nibbles on the crackers from the mre and digs out his road atlas.

"damn, boy, quite a way to oklahoma from here. looks like we need to head west towards st. louis then go south. couple, three days of steady driving. by the way, i think i should give you a name of some kind. let's see, duke, no. lassie was a girl's name, uh, maybe, i know, how about lucky?"

he reaches down and picks up the pup. "lucky good for you?" licks on the nose and cheeks seem to say yes, that will be fine.

soon the coffee boils and steve helps himself to a big cup. he can't help but begin to think again about being so alone. lucky has filled a big gap, but it would be nice to have someone to talk with. before long, he reaches in the hummer to find his old friend, "jack" behind the seat and tops the coffee off with an extra large measure of the brown liquor.

"not like i gotta worry about a dui arrest" he mutters as the warmth begins to spread out from his stomach.

finishing a second cup, now half and half coffee and liquor, he decides it's time to move on. pouring the last of the coffee on the fire, he tosses the pot in the humv and gathers up the dog. one last big pull on the bottle and he sets the pup on the passenger seat and piles into the vehicle. feeling the buzz kicking in, he turns the radio back on, hoping to hear more form oklahoma, slams in the gear shift and pulls away.

"don't know where we're going today, but no sense being late", he says to lucky, a hollow laugh ringing in his ears form his joke as they begin the first leg of their journey together.

 

[Britwitch]

Aoife Patrick, Aboard the Jet

Aoife groaned loudly, her back arching as she felt warm lips close around her nipple not long after Scott's mouth had left her neck and shoulder.
Glancing down she saw Melody's mouth at her breast. A wave of conflicting feelings rushing through her body as she lifted her eyes once more to Scott, his body sliding slowly and deeply back and forth between her spread thighs.
She was excited but nervous, aroused but unsure. Aoife's lips parted in an expression of surprise as Melody's eyes met hers.
This situation was so very alien to her, the sensation of another woman's mouth on her flesh sending thrills throughout her, some upsetting, some purely pleasurable.
Part of her wanted to ask Melody to stop but Scott's actions prevented her. His movements, his thrusts all serving to blur the already hazy surroundings even more. She was losing herself in the moments as they passed, almost surrendering to him...to them...
She could feel her hips beginning to rock against his, her sex tight around his shaft as he began to take her with gradually increasing force. His thrusts growing deeper. Aoife felt her hands rising, stroking briefly over Melody's hair before moving higher to gently hold Scott's hips. Her eyes locked with his as their bodies began to move as one.

 

[poohlive]

It became a rise in passion, as he felt her give in to his thrusts. Her body made for this, easing and stopping him. Helping in his ache to be inside of her. Those legs, so soft and warm and supple rose around his body, circled him, enclosed him like some loving snare.

Her hands, with fingernails like daggers dug into his skin. He bit his lower lip, craving her touch, needing to feel her. He bent down, stealing a kiss from her lips, tasting her as he dove inside.

She welcomed each thrust, each push inside of her. They stopped moving seperately, finding their own pleasure, and moved as one. A rhythm joining them, binding them together in this heated moment. He pushed in, she eased him, flowed back, he withdrew, pushing deeper.

His moan was against her skin, his excitement knew no bounds.

Melody played her part as well. She was into the moment, licking and touching and playing on Aoife's light skin. Fingers of touch, sensual and light danced across her sweaty dirty flesh. They pondered here and there. Scott bent down to steal a kiss from Melody's lips as well.

 

[Mayu]

She watched him pound into her, she sighed some as she stood up she could tell she didn't want her to touch her, she sat down just watching them, she sighed some looking down, in that moment she felt out of place

 

[Kuuroinochou]

The warm feeling of the sun just making its rise over the horrizon alerted Rivy to a new day. She could feel the sun's warmth but could not see anything but darkness. More darkness... had the explosion caused permanent damage after all.

Still she remained with a cloth over her eye to keep from infection. Rising from a makeshift bed in a small wherehouse on the outskirts of town she rose to her feet. Feeling around until she got to the exit. There she let the cool morning air wash over her face, bringing a small smile despite the current situation.

Unable to see, she had no clue where she could turn over some food so opted not to worry about it just yet. She still had her purse with her and some gum was in there. Pulling out a stick she began to chew it, using the motion as a decoy to her morning hunger.

Finding a place to lean against a wall she squated to relieve herself using cloth she had torn from the garment's of others. Once relieved she began walking along, not entirely sure of the direction she was going. It sucked being lost but it sucked more being blind. Still she had she had to find her way.

 

[bigladypleaser]

first contact

cruising along the road, watching the world slip by through the windshield. getting tired of the radio broadcast. it was good to hear that someone else was alive and not (he hoped) som kind of crazed killer or vigilante, but the constant repitition of the same message began to grate on his nerves. the pup would begin to whine every hour or so and a quick pit stop was taken, but then he'd play a few minutes then go back to sleep.

"at least jack is dependable", steve muttered, feeling the burn all the way to his stomach. between the constant buzz from the liquor and the boredom of no traffic on the road, he was only barely aware of time and distance passing. he had gotten used to coming up on vehicles at all angles on and off the road. between those and the occaisional bodies, those were the only distractions on the drive.

a couple of times, he'd come upon a large group of bodies with vultures feasting on the rotting flesh. he'd stopped and shot at them, killing a few of the birds. even this game grew boring quickly and he realized he was only adding to the constant feel of death hanging all around. the scenery was so pretty, but after a few seconds, the lack of human contact would intrude on the view and just send him deeper into his growing black mood. he'd reach over and caress lucky, hoping the pup would wake and want to play a bit, anything to break the drunken spell he had cast upon himself.

apart from just keeping on the pavement, the only break in the long drive was when he'd thunder up on more than one car or body in the road. he'd grip the wheel tightly and slalom through as fast as possible. even this game had alreay lost it's edge and he now had several scrapes on the fenders where he'd not completely missed the stalled vehicles. worse than that, he had begun to not worry so much about the bodies he'd come upon in the road. "just like the possums i used to see back when" he grossed. "little puddles of mashed flesh that amounted to a biological speed bump." even in his black mood, he found no humor in that thought, horrible as it may be. "like i ever cared what anyone thought about me. no need to apologize for anything any more.

a single small body appeared on the side of the pavement, no challenge to miss. he edged the wheel a bit and had already dismissed the sight when the body moved! starled by the movement, he whipped his head around loosing track of his speed and plowed off the road, through a fence into a field. slamming on his brakes, he wondered if he had imagined the movement in his stupor or if there was a human back there alive.

he gathered up lucky who had fallen into the floor and rolled out the door. running on unsteady legs, he followed his tracks back through the fence to the road. he had been going so fast it was several hundred feet back to the form he could now see again. as he hurried his way along the road, hoping and praying it was really a live person, he wondered if he should have brought his gun along. his last human contact had nearly gotten him shot. he slowed his pace, staring hard at the unmoving form.

"hey! are you alive?" he yelled. no responce. "don't fuck with me, i have a gun" he bluffed, fearful now he left his pistol in the hummer. only a few paces now from the prone form, he stopped, sure now it had only been a drunken mirage he had seen. he bent to pick up a piece of gravel to throw at the body when lucky began to bark. the pup wiggled in his hand and, freeing himself and ran to the body. "hey, lucky, don't!" steve yelled. to his amazement, lucky began licking on the face of the young woman lying there. even more amazing was the fact that her body moved, her hands coming up to shield her face. "you are alive!" steve yelled and came to kneel beside her.

her face was bruised and cut with a bandage over her eyes. as he reached out to touch her, she pulled back, a quiet moan escaping her lips. "easy now, i won't hurt you. she stirred and turned her face toward his voice. "i have water in my hummer, lay still and i'll be right back." he ran back to get water and his first aid kit, leaving lucky with the girl. hurrying back, he found her sitting up, the pup squirming in her lap as she looked to the sound of his approach.

"my name is steve, here i have water for you." putting the bottle into her searching hands he watched as she gulped down the cool liquid. "i damn near ran over you just now. are you able to walk?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Rivy sighed the sound of a car coming up the road was the only alert she had gotten before trying her best to sit up and wave the rider down. Her movement although slow at first had at least caused the driver to start, she heard the wheels screech then the driver plowed off road.

She lay there listening, wondering if she hadn't attracted some crazied maniac to her attention. Still the walking that morning had gotten to her. She had grown ill and was quite warm. Was it the effects of her feet being clawed at by particles of glass, the unattended cuts and bruises causing her sickness or was the plague still making its slow gate through her body. She hoped it was the lesser at least she could ride it out.

When she heard the voice of a man she stiffened. Should she move or play dead there was no telling but when the warm tongue of a puppy began licking at her she couldn't help but move trying to sheild herself. Soon the puppy won out and she sat up completely a few sighs and hard to come by giggles. It was refreshing to have an animal about.

She heard the man speak but her lips were to parched to get a word out. Licking her lips she heard the man leave and then he returned handing a bottled water to her. Salvation at last. Drinking the liquid down she fought against the pup who seemed as thirsty as she and she allowed him to lick some of the water from the bottle's tip before drinking more for herself.

"My name is Rivy." she spoke softly barely above a whisper as she tested her vocals. They were working but had been unused for hours that she wasnt' sure they would work again. She moved her legs nodding. "Yes I think so. I'm terribly sorry for the fright, I did not mean to startle you. Are you okay?" she questioned handing his water back to him. It was unlikely he had more but she didn't want to take his supplies. She reached behind her trying to grab hold of something, wanting to get to her feet. Stumbling a bit she was thankful for Steve's assistance as he helped her to her feet, her legs a bit shakey but they were usuabl. Moblie again...freedom and salvation. "Where are you headed?" she asked hoping to get out of here.

 

[bigladypleaser]

new friend

"easy now. no need to try to run." steve put an arm around the woman and helped her as she walked unsteadily with him.

"tell you what, just sit here and keep lucky busy and let me back my hummer up to you. pardon me for being blunt, but you look like you've been through a meat grinder".

he eased her to the ground and sprinted off to reteive his vehicle. his herat was pounding like a jackhammer. first the pup, now this woman. she really did look like she was in bad shape and it brought out the white knight in him.
he backed the hummer to where the woman and pup sat in the middle of the road. old habbits die hard and he caught himself looking both ways in case of oncoming traffic. he found it made him happy to not see anyone else just then. here was a chance to help the girl and not have her blow him off for someone else better looking or with a better line. not that he saw her sexually at that moment, she looked so frail and in need. more like being on a deserted island where he could be king of all he surveyed. besides, now he had another human to talk to.

grabbing another bottle of water and his first aid kit, he walked back and sat down next to the pair. lucky was being lucky and trying to lick her to death. her hoarse giggles were like music to his ears.

"here rivy, have some more water. i've got plenty in the old tank here and plenty to eat if you're hungry" taking time to study her as she drank, he saw cuts and bruises everywhere that wasn't covered with her tattered clothes. she had slipped off her shoes and he saw her feet were also covered with cuts. most prominant was the dirty bandage over her eyes. how did she get out here?

"uh, i'm no doctor, but i can clean up the cuts i see. me and lucky are headed to oklahoma if you want to ride along. i have to ask, though,what in the world happened to you?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

She giggled again as Lucky found it appropriate to to lick her half to death. She didn't mind so much it was nice to have human and animal life around. Another laugh would meet his ears as he jogged away, "Yes I do look like crap I suppose." When he was out of ear shot she sighed deeply. "Unfortunately I cannot see... is it that bad boy?" she asked the pup but didn't expect an answer.

At the mention of more water and food no less she was eager to parttake of these treats. "Please I haven't eaten since early yesterday. I'm quite famished." she said taking another drink of the water.

Lucky began licking her again to which she could only laugh it was welcomed. She managed to settle him down though as she rubbed his belly, his little legs twitching with excitement of another human presence. "He's so adorable. I wish I could see him. What kind of dog?" she asked.

Stretching a bit she let her legs gain some circulation as Steve seemed concerned over her haggered state. "I think its best to clean the cuts out, I do't want them to get infected." She said softly.