IC: This is how the world ends

[Incubusknight]

.....

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Tara

Tara smiles, relieved that asking him over with and relieved that he’ll be joining them. Tyler is wonderful and she loves him dearly, but he is just a dog. It will be nice to see a human face and hear a human voice.

“Well, if we didn’t want you along we would have just put you to sleep with a fully belly and snuck off in the middle of the night.”

She waves her finger, “I have an idea about a vehicle. In the garage, or the service bays, we might be able to find something serviceable. The lot has been destroyed but the buildings were left alone, so there might something inside. Something here for inspection or an oil change, or maybe a company van or truck, complete with logo on the side.”

“Its getting to cold to go very far on foot, even during the day. We will need transportation, if we are going to find shelter. And if worse comes to worse, the vehicle will provide shelter too.”

“But we can worry about this tomorrow; it will seem easier after some sleep and then some breakfast. You’ll see.”

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam...Weatherford Oklahoma

Adam smiled as he walked out the radio station the generater was working well and the signal was still strong he'd re-programmed the list of music mixed his message in and now all that had to happen was have someone actually show up.

That would be a blessing and the smile vanished as he wondered just how likely it was that anyone would even pick it up ...how powerful could the signal be oh yeah he knew the network strenched from Chicago to LA and he knew his fellow American's enough to know that they would at some point view Route 66 as something that had to be travelled along , it was just a question of when they would get that desire and whether he would be here when they showed.

Still he intended to be here for at least another 14 days and then alone or as part of a group he would have to make some decisions about just where was the best place to live whatever future life he could.

As he jumped into a jeep he noticed for the first time a small shop a few hundred yards away , he'd not seen it before or at least not registered it, but Sam's Adult Bookstore struck a nerve.

Yeah ,if he didn't meet a woman he was going to go nuts

 

[molly_hunter28]

Alley Martin....Entering Oklahoma

Alley saw the welcome to Oklahoma sign. Welcome, she thought, yeah a welcome would be a voice, a person to say hello. As it was she hadn't seen anyone. She felt like she was going insaine.

For some reason she decided to try the radio. It worked there was a signal, someone was playing music. That would mean someone was alive. There was someone she could talk to, maybe drive with. If he was a man she might just jump him on sight, hell if she was a woman she might as well. Not having any physical contact made a person yearn for it.

She listened to the radio hoping it would give her a clue as to how to find this person, whomever was running it.

 

[bigladypleaser]

steve's mind was in a whirl. jubilant at having found this woman, but the old terrors of his past trying to push into his pleasure. was she just making small talk or was she really interested in him? his mother had preached all his life that women were nothing but greedy whores and sluts who only took from you and gave you nothing back. all the local women knew him from his childhood and none of them had ever seemed willing to spend time with him, much less have a real relationship. he had never learned to be comfortable just talking with a woman. the whiskey made him bold.

"well, there isn't a lot to tell you. i owned my on real estate business. made good money, but that means nothing now. i lived with my mom, taking care of her. never went out much, i don't know that many people, i mean didn't know that many people," he blurted out.

it all sounded so small, so dull to his own ears. so much for the "bond, james bond" kind of intro. no wonder he had never been successful in dating. should he have made up some kind of exciting life style to dazzle her with? does she even care one way or the other? feeling sorry for himself, steve took another very long pull on the whiskey. right now, i'm just a meal ticket and a ride with a pup to play with. desperate for anything to say he goes on.

"that's the reader's digest version. not many stories to tell if you aren't into real estate. when we get on the road, i'll find some better food and a camp stove in the next town we come across. we heard a radio broadcast from oklahoma last night. i was trying to tune it back in when i nearly ran over you. i see lucky is done eating and he's taking care of his other business right now. full belly and a quick poop and he's all set. do you need to, uh, relieve yourself before we start out? i'll help you out of the hummer and give you some privacy if you do. and i won't peek, i promise."

god, could he sound any more sophmoric?

"i'd like to hear about you, if you don't mind. i bet you've got lots of fun stories to tell and i'm all ears."

real smooth mr. bond. go pee and tell me your life's story. no wonder the women were lining up for you.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

After finding the car that he had heard a few minutes earlier, Malcolm was sadly let down. The car had belonged to one of the last people to die off as they attempted to escape from the city. Getting the body out of the car, Malcolm decided that a car was a far better means of transportation than his bicycle. It also gave him access to a radio, and he smiled when heard a faint signal coming through and began to sing along with what he knew of the song. In only a short period of time, Malcolm mananged to work his way through California and ending up somewhere in the middle of Nevada, deciding once again to set up camp, hoping that someone would come along and find him. He set up camp, lighting a fire and cooking some of the food he had brought with him. Every few minutes he would yell out again, letting anyone around know where he was.

 

[Mayu]

She wondered what was so special with this girl since she wasn't getting any attention from him, she closed her eyes as she let out a small moan as she gripped the chair arm rests, her breathing got pretty bad, the moment she felt her nipples in a warm place that was it, but as she just about cried out.

 

[poohlive]

He moved his hands down, behind Aoife, beneath her, to the squirming woman below. His fingers traced upon her skin, lightly touching as much he could. There was another woman, writhing on his cock in between...

But, it didn't matter. He touched both, his hands skirted across them, from one to the other, the soft caresses left behind stirs of pleasure.

His words whispered in Aiofe's ears, as he ground into her, pushing them both. They were all apart of it now, growing together. The heat rising, passion building.

"Say you want her," He whispered, cooing, "Oh, tell her. She wants to hear you, those dirty words coming from your mouth. Tell how how much you want this."

Each word stressed by his cock, plunging into her depths, searching some spot which he had missed, exploring the confines of her cunt over and over again.

 

[Incubusknight]

.....

 

[Britwitch]

Aoife Patrick

Aoife fondled Melody's nipple, drawing it deeper into her mouth, flicking it lightly with her tongue. Caressing it before moving to the other and back again. Kissing the flesh inbetween, stroking one nipple while her mouth tended to the other and then switching.
Her body writhing from Scott's deep strokes, moaning and whimpering around Meoldy's hard nipples.
"Say you want her...Oh, tell her. She wants to hear you, those dirty words coming from your mouth. Tell how how much you want this."
Aoife looked up, meeting Melody's eyes shyly, unsure if she was doing things right, if she was pleasuring the other young woman.
"I...I want you..." She whispered, pushing back against Scott and moving her mouth slowly down over her stomach, kissing the skin, grazing her flesh with her lips. Their eyes almost never breaking contact. "...I want to taste you...to feel you..." Aoife sighed as her mouth reached the apex between Melody's thighs and for the first time, Aoife's tongue stroked along the sex of another woman. Tasting her, licking softly and gently, the warm smell of her arousal surrounding her as she licked up and down her lips before tentatively parting them and searching out her clit.

 

[Mayu]

She closed her eyes relaxing a bit hearing the other woman admit she wanted her, she moved her head back moaning, her body was untouched, until now, she looked down at the woman and smiled running her fingers Thur her hair and sighed contently, gazing into her eyes she was very happy. "Your doing just fine" She moaned to the other woman.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"I'd like to hear about you, if you don't mind. I bet you've got lots of fun stories to tell and i'm all ears."

real smooth mr. bond. go pee and tell me your life's story. no wonder the women were lining up for you.

Rivy giggled he was quite funny and it showed that his rushed words were a form of nervousness. She supposed she'd be nervous to in his situation. Finding life after so long being surrounded by death, the need for companionship was definately a comodity.

"Actually I'm fine for right now. I think getting on the road is more important. As long as you're ready to go that is." she said covering her mouth from giggling again. She was in more of a happy state having found some life as well and his nervousness was refreshing. It reminded her of just how human and fragile anyone could be.

From his story about himself she already had it in mind that he was a man of the world but it seemed from his dejected response that his world wasn't so touch and go as that. As she settled herself in the seat waiting for him to get behind the wheel she thought over her own life, nothing much spectacular there either. Petting Lucky she began to relay a little of her life to him.

"In all honesty I've lived an eventful life I suppose. My family was the most important to me. My brothers and sisters... after my mother left us my father lost a peice of himself. And with that our lives were spent walking on egg shells mostly trying not to set him off from one moment to the next. I did my best to keep my younger siblings protected. Most of the time I was the brunt of my father's anger but it was better than letting them suffer." She scratched Lucky behind the ear. "I finished high school and went straight into a community college, I didn't have money for full time college so worked odd jobs to save money and provide for my family while my father spent his money on booze. I was so close to winning an academic scholarship but the epidemic broke out and well here I am..." she sighed. "That's all to tell."

 

[bigladypleaser]

away we go

those giggles were just the tonic he needed. it made him feel warm all over. after all, if she were like all the women from the past, she wouldn't have been so at ease. between the liquor buzz and the rush of emotion, he wanted to jump out of the hummer and run in circles, baying at the moon! well, baying at the sun, anyway. it was the middle of the day.

"then just sit back and leave the driving to us," a huge grin on his face. "we will look for some clothes and anything else you need before dark, then figure out the best way to head to oklahoma."

dropping the hummer into gear, he pulled out onto the road. the world seemed brighter now than it did just an hour or so ago. were it not for the cars and bodies that seemed to be around every turn, it would have been a glorious ride. suddenly a dark thought crossed steve's mind.

"all those cuts and bruises. i mean, it looks like someone has beaten on you. i don't figure you walked all that far , your feet all cut up and not being able to see. i ran into trouble a couple of days back with a group of vigilantes. is the town we are coming up on dangerous? i'll protect you, but we do need to get you some stuff for the trip."

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Tara and Gary

"Sounds like a plan to me...but umm where am I going to sleep?"

Tara thinks about this for a moment… the couch looks comfortable, inviting, especially after a string of nights spent sleeping on the hard ground.

"I guess I can sleep on the floor... or if you need the privacy I could sleep outside so long as I'm sheltered from the rain I should be fine."

She smiles, that settles it for her. To her it sounds as if he really expects her to kick him out of the warm snug room into the cold lobby. He is worried, afraid and does not want to be alone, yet he is worried about giving her privacy, how sweet is that… Her smile widens.

“Not at all, you’ll sleep in the couch, think of it as a transition from your comfy bed to whatever we end up sleeping in next. I think can even pull the cushions off the chairs, I won’t need anything more than that. Tyler and I are happy enough to be warm and dry.”

Tyler licks his lips.

“Yes, Tyler, and well-fed too.”

Thunder clashed suddenly following lightening that must have struck very near. Tyler whined and Tara reached out to pat his head comfortingly. she murmured a soft, "There, there, its just a big noise... nothing to worry about."

"heh heh..I'll be fine... a little thunder never hurt anyone."

“That's right, we will all be fine. Now, make yourself at home, if you see anything you need, use it. Don't wear anything wet to sleep in, just put the bag on the couch and slide into it. You'll be nice and toasty in there.”

She turns her back to him, giving him as much privacy as the little room allows. She works quickly at pulling together some of the chair cushions and building a nest of them in the corner of the little room. Tyler hops into it and makes himself at home before she has a chance to finish her construction. After an exasperated roll of her eyes, she gives him a nudge or two and settles in next to him. She draws her coat up to her shoulder and over most of the big black dog.

Before rolling over to get some sleep, she lifts her head off the cushions and smiles, “Good night Gary, see you in the morning.”

After a few hours of sleep, Tara is up early making a breakfast of oatmeal, dried fruit, and tea. Her mind is already busy with all the tings that need doing today; it may be too much for one day. Better gear for Gary should be first, since he’ll need that even if they find transportation but especially if they don’t.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Lauren Rutherford ~ Guthrie, OK

Bleary-eyed, Lauren limped the Land Rover over yet another deadfall. It had been a grueling trip and now she was drawing on the last of her reserves. 600 miles or so shouldn't have taken two days, but she had forgotten to calculate just how many souls would have attemped Route 35 in their vain attempt to escape the contagion. The highway, a major artery throughout the midwest, was choked with cars, as dead as their occupants. She assumed she would encounter this to some degree--hence the decision on a Land Rover with 4-wheel drive--but not on this scale. Every inch of the highway was littered with cars, both tangled and intact, all rendering the road impassable. The only advantage she found was a plethora of gasoline to be siphoned once her gas cans ran empty.

Last night had been spent in the Intercontinental Kansas City at the Plaza, a gorgeous 4-star hotel that, under better conditions, would have suited Lauren's style perfectly. Ignoring the occasional body putrefying in the lobby, she had to admit that it was spectacular. Large, tastefully decorated lobby with plenty of marble, spacious lounge, immense fireplace, well-stocked bar. Her only regret was the inability to open any of the room doors for a peek. With no electricity, and no idea on how to operate the key-card machine if there were power, she was denied. However, the stench wafting through some of the hallways made her realize that perhaps it was for the best. She had made the best of it for the night in one of the meeting rooms, acquiring pillows and blankets from a maid's closet on the ground floor.

After a decent night's rest, she had pushed forward towards the spot marked on her map: Weatherford, OK. The radio had been on throughout each leg of her trip, a steady stream of bad "Lite Rock" punctuated by the repeating message of someone being alive. Every once and a while an anxiety would gnaw its way to the surface--why never a live broadcast? Was he still alive? But she quickly fought it back down. Dead or alive, it did not matter. The goal was the radio station and, if she found it deserted, she would broadcast her own message to the next page in man's history on the planet.

One in which she would surely play a prominent role. After all, why else would she still be here while all around her the rabble had dropped like flies.

"Survival of the fittest", she said aloud, as she deftly navigated yet another washout. Guthrie, Oklahoma was a pimple on the butt of the midwest, but, according to the map, it was only a stone's throw from Weatherford.

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam (Weaterford , Oklahoma)

Adam's eyes opened suddenly as light poured into the room he had chosen, for a few seconds he just starred at the ceiling thinking thru his day ahead.

He'd go to the Radio Station first and if someone was there great if not back to the Rv for some breakfast nothing fancy, beans and some home made bread, it wasn't very good bread he hadn't quite got that bread maker right but it filled the stomach.

Check the gas level to the RV next , real mundane stuff really but all needed just to maintain a reasonable degree of sanity.

Adam got up and dressed selecting jeans and a T with a jumper , the advantage of being in a place with clothes shops and no buying competition he had a small stockpile of clothes to choose from.

BUt the real hard work was ahead, there were three distribution centers within Weatherford stocked full of products, if it was just him then he'd be VERY busy but if there were others out there they had a chance to survive the next year or two before having to learn to be self reliant in all things, that would be interesting and not for the first time he asked himself

'How do you make light' it summed up a lot of the problems he would face in the future, for now he started the jeep up put on the free 400 dollar sunglasses on and headed to the radio station.

' Please someone be there'

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"all those cuts and bruises. i mean, it looks like someone has beaten on you. i don't figure you walked all that far , your feet all cut up and not being able to see. i ran into trouble a couple of days back with a group of vigilantes. is the town we are coming up on dangerous? i'll protect you, but we do need to get you some stuff for the trip."

Rivy turned her head, still unable to see clearly her eyes were all ablur. The guestures she made in her body language were as clear as it would have been in her eyes. "I was ambused by some vigilanties...I was on a trip cross country to be with my mother. But my siblings had lost their lives along the way I'm not sure why I wasn't taken either. There's been no word of my mother the last I called her.. my cell was stolen, money, clothing... other stuff." she said evading the obvious.

But her solemn nature turned for the better as she turned toward him. "I would love some fresh clothing if its possible but anything is most appriciative. And possibly a shower if there is one available in the next town. Something to comb the naps out of my hair." She giggled again trying to comb her fingers through the mats but it wasn't working.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Lauren Rutherford ~ Weatherford, OK

According to her map and the sign on the highway, Lauren had made it to Weatherford. Beautiful, downtown Weatherford, whose only claim to fame was home of Southwestern Oklahoma State University. Yee-ha, she thought derisively. Why she had exerted so much time and effort to find herself in this backwater eluded her. But, she was here now & was standing on top of the Land Rover's roof, looking for the radio transmitter. After a few minutes under the warm sun (a welcome change from her memories of the early November chill of Minnesota), she decided to rummage through her rucksack for her binoculars.

Scanning over the rooftops, she caught sight of a tower which could either be the transmitter, a cell tower, or both. Deciding to take her chances, she crawled back into the SUV and drove off in the general direction.

Here, in this small midwestern town, the morass of abandoned or crashed cars, bodies, and debris from the subsequent looting abounded. The open highway was bad enough, but here everything was---concentrated. As though Weatherford had acted as a funnel and everything was all clogged right at the bottom. The putrid odor on the air was almost overwhelming, so Lauren cranked the AC and closed the windows, gingerly guiding the SUV towards the tower she hoped was the station. She tuned it in on the car radio, as though the signal would get stronger as she got closer--acting like a geiger counter.

"I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world..."

And she was bound and determined to find that transmitter, if nothing else but to smash that goddamn CD!!

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam Weaterford OK

Adam reached the station and opened the doors the air conditioning was on and the his little message played before the next song came on.

He smiled ,recognising it and wondering how many other left alive would

'I can see tomorrow
I can see the world to come
I can see tomorrow
Hear the pandemonium

I ask her of her next of kin and loved ones in her care
She gestures all around her then she whispers "everywhere
"There is no nuclear family required any more
"My parents are the village and the village is the law"

She said "unlearn you must forget the values that you hold "'

The song seemed apt even if it was shouted out in a blast of base and drums.

Adam checked the generator which was still working smoothly and then began to make his way back to the entrance, he needed someone to speak to , anyone.

And as he exited the station he looked at the entrance to the adult book store and another urge touched him.

Such a beautiful day such a hell hole...14 days , in 14 days he was out of here.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Lauren Rutherford ~ Weatherford, OK

Thankfully, the treacly Carpenters' song ended, only to be replaced with that never-changing message. Lauren wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Right now, post-Flu, consistency was reassuring. But if the message remained consistent, unchanging, what did that say about its author? Was he still alive? Did he still remain in Weatherford?

Abruptly the music format changed from 70's FM to a middle-eastern melody swirling around a throbbing bass. She was unfamiliar with the song, but assumed it was from the de facto DJ's personal collection. It certainly didn't fit in with the rest of the playlist she'd been listening to for the past two days. She decided that was a good sign--for two days the radio station pinned at 90.5 had played FM standards. This new introduction must mean that whomever was transmitting was still alive and very much active. She drove on the sidewalks through what must have passed for the center of town--the main roads were hopelessly blocked--and headed for the transmitter.

As she turned the corner, narrowly avoiding a fire hydrant and a knot of decaying bodies spilling out of the police station, she saw it. Next to a Dollar General was a low, white building with the sign, "KAYM - 90.5, American Family Radio – Something Good in the Air". She stopped the SUV and put it in park as she experienced of wave of--what? Apprehension? Relief? Excitement? All of the above? Before she can pinpoint her exact emotion, the song begins to fade,

"cymbals that crash and pipes of pan awaken from your trance
there is no retribution here see how the heathen dance"

And before that monotonous recording can begin again, she sees a tall slim boy with dark hair come out of a store across the street and enter the station building.

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam (Weatherford Oklahoma)

Ever the optimist Adam thought to himself as he entered the station again armed with more bottles of water for any new arrivals.

And if they didn't show?. Well, if that happened then he'd have some water handy when it was time to leave, of course when that happened he'd have a lot of other things to take and he wanted to continue to practice with a rig.

Placing the water on to the counter of the reception he took a bottle and started to leave once more.

It was time for breakfast, then the gas level , then yeah more practice or maybe, just maybe someone would show.

Leaving the station he took a mouthful of water looked around and 'holy cow' someone was there not 30 feet from him, a woman , a PRETTY woman part of his brain told him and his eyes took a brief journey up and down partly to further enjoy the veiw mostly to comfirm the view was real.

"Hi " he said a little nervously " Hi " it came out more certain this time " I guess my radio message worked... " don't freak her out the thought came "... Hungry? , I'm about to have breakfast nothing fancy just beans and badly made homemade bread..." rambling , he stoped unsure what to say next then he realised what he hadn't told her

" I'm Adam" he smiled a genuine smile "It's really great to see you"

 

[poohlive]

That's it... that is what he wanted now, for them both to work together, love and lust and taste scraping against the bodies hot flesh as they touched. His hands moved between them, from one pair of breasts to the other. Cupping and squeezin, getting those perky little nipples so hard, so when they touched one another, a wonderful sigh escaped the two of them.

He wanted more though. Love and lust and all was not enough, but more to be had. How important was he? This was Scott King after all, the man who could find a threesome even in the world's last apocalypse.

He led Aiofe up, so she straddled Melody beneath her, letting her legs spread, shifting, pushing her down upon the girl's soft body. He moved them both, so one was atop the other, so their pussies were aligned perfectly.

With a soft pop, he left poor Aiofe's dripping wet cunt, and pushed his cock toward's Melody. She had been hot too, cum clinging to his already wet cock, the sound of passion flowing on both of them now. He pushedinto her, hard, forceful, bottoming out... his stomach coming and pushing against Aiofe on top of her, all three of them moving with his rhythm, taking it.

"Oh god!" He bent down, biting against Aiofe's back, his nails running down her side, cutting against that smooth flawless skin she had.

 

[Britwitch]

Aoife Patrick

Aoife groaned softly as she felt him moving her mouth away from Melody's sex, positioning her body on top of hers, their faces almost touching, their bodies pressed against one another. Another soft moan followed as she felt Scott withdraw from within her, her aching sex still throbbing and aching for release.
He entered Melody and his body began to press down on her own, forcing her down onto Melody, their nipples brushing one another. Unsure quite how to continue but knowing her body was obeying Scott's command before her own thoughts, she lowered her mouth and gently kissed Melody's jawline and neck, her soft lips grazing the skin as Scott took her.
"Oh god!"
Aoife whimpered, her breath tickling Melody's skin, as she felt Scott's teeth against her skin, biting and scratching, sparking new tingles across her body. Her back arching, pressing her breasts against Melody's, her head lifting up, flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder, cascading down her back in dark curls as she writhed between the two of them.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Lauren Rutherford ~ Weatherford, OK

Lauren could scarcely believe what she had seen. A boy, roughly early 20's. That's who's been broadcasting for at least two days, calling to her over a wasted world. Another lifetime ago, she wouldn't have been surprised to see him going to class at the local college. But here he was, sending a beacon to whatever humanity still existed.

And then she wondered coolly--why him?

Why had he survived, this college kid? What made him so special? She reached for her gun, checked to see that it was loaded, and quietly got out of the Land Rover. It was obvious he hadn't seen her yet--he had simply taken what looked like water bottles into the station building without once looking around. She assumed that was from the prolonged solitude--you got used to the idea that no one was around, so why bother looking anymore? Walking around the front of the SUV, gun in hand ready to be brought up to fire if necessary, she thought of her next move.

But before she could do anything, the boy emerged from the station and instantly saw her. He dropped the water he was drinking and just stared for a moment. Lauren still had the gun and was prepared to use it if necessary, but had to stifle a laugh as she saw him look her up and down. She knew she was pretty, but this kid, who had probably been on his own for as long as she, sees his first human in days and the first thing he does is play, "Is She Hot or Not". Cute.

"Hi, I guess my radio message worked... "

He was nervous and Lauren sized him up before answering him. He was tall, athletic, and wiry. He could easily overpower her, but his nervousness, and his initial reaction to seeing her, told her he was most likely harmless. She put on her winningest smile, reserved for disarming the most irate bank customers, and kept her voice light and airy, so as not to frighten him.

"Hi, yourself. Nice job you did with the transmitter. I wouldn't have found you otherwise. And, because of your ingenuity, we both now know that we're not the last people on Earth." Flattering him, she reasoned, would endear herself to him, making the thought of any violent action less likely. He smiled a bit and blushed at the compliment, obviously not knowing what to say next.

"Hungry? , I'm about to have breakfast nothing fancy just beans and badly made homemade bread..."

He was rambling, even more nervous now. Luckily, thought Lauren, he hasn't seen the gun. She discreetly hid it behind her, tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. She would pack it in the rucksack as soon as she could without him seeing. She neither wanted to scare him off with the thought that she was armed, nor did she want him to get any ideas on taking it and using it for himself. Smiling warmly, Lauren slowly approached the boy. After all, she was genuinely happy to see another living soul and, based on her own Darwinian survival, there must be something more to him than met the eye. Natural selection was supposed to be notoriously finicky.

"I'm Adam", he said with a smile. "It's really great to see you."

Lauren closed the distance between them and held out her hand to shake his.

"And I'm Lauren. Nice to meet you."

 

[Eiselmann]

Adam (Weaterford , Oklahoma)

Adam took her hand and shook it, she was a little older than him early 30's maybe that fact held a lot of positives for the immediate future as decisions had to be made.

This close up she was even more beautiful, Adam guessed that part of this was because she existed when there had been a real fear that he would always be alone , but most of his opinion was formed by simple fact.

"You're right Lauren its nice to know we're not alone in this world, it gives hope that there are others out there" he released the hand feeling like he had held it for longer than normal and instantly missed the connact.

"So ah I'm staying at a house about half a mile up the road " he pointed to the north " It's big, it doesn't smell of death and it has big beds " Adam blushed " ...ah I mean big bedrooms who ever owned it had really good security no vandals nothing..." rambling again

"Well I know I'm hungry care to follow me?"