On the run (open to one woman)

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Spencer Kaiser
Age :21
Height 5’10”
Weight 155lbs
Physical appearance: thin with a light build, light complexion with sky blue eyes and short blonde hair 3 inches long. Smooth face, straight, pearl white teeth, rounded chin. No tattoos or piercings. Not married nor children. Formerly an office worker, but an avid outdoors man.

This group, or rather my group, was moving on foot through the mountains of the Sawtooth National Park North of Boise carrying only the items on our backs. We left everything else behind when the country went south. We don’t know what happened or what led up to this. I just know that my neighbors were trying to kill me and each other one morning when there was a lot of gunfire and fires as homes were torched, so I left Boise and tried to find a solace of my own.

Along the way I met others that were trying to do the same and figured it was best to stick together. I don’t know if it was some new civil war or an invasion by another country, or even a zombie uprising, but when I started hearing gunfire at that magnitude and the news report showing people dying in the streets I figured to be better safe than sorry and fled. Call me a coward but I had no family left, the only child my parents were deceased and no immediate family that I knew of I worked at a small retail office in the back checking inventory and hated it because there was only five other people that worked with me and they were sexist brats and when I heard that people were dying I hoped that they were the first casualties. Call me cruel but I defy anyone that they thought like that one time or another.


For a week we have been living in the woods and on the mountains, eating what we could catch and hunt and moving towards a small cabin that my friend owned. It was the only place that I could think of that was isolated and secure. That is what I kept telling them as we went, the cabin had three bedrooms, a large kitchen, a scenic view of the mountains and deer would graze in the yard. That is what I kept focusing on as well, but getting there was always a tough journey.

There were four of us, two men and two women, strangers all of us. They were college aged folks, twenty three years old at the oldest and the youngest was 19 from the Boise State University, but they looked to me for guidance because they had little knowledge of the outdoors life thus I had to catch rabbits and butcher them for the meat as well as the fishing. I didn’t mind doing that because I loved fishing though I had to do so lying in the tall grass and laying traps for the rabbits.

I was lucky to find them; they were on the side of the road huddling together against a cold winter wind at night. They thought I was some sort of rapist and Clyde wanted to fight but looking down the muzzle of a shotgun he listened as I explained my intentions. We agreed to work together to get out of here. The cabin that I spoke of was one hundred miles north of Boise and with the roads no doubt being watched we had to go by foot. We stayed that night in a shack next to a radio tower to keep warm and the next day began moving and found a series of stalled vehicles on some unnamed road and we went through them for supplies. Whoever was here left in a hurry. We found a couple hunting rifles, ammunition, lots of dried and canned food, water, camping equipment including tents rope that would be useful for climbing.
Leaving the vehicles behind we went into a grove of trees and began to divide up the equipment. Everyone had to carry something. I got a Winchester lever action rifle and a old Colt. .45 ACP and Clyde had a double barrel shotgun. The women were given smaller .22 revolver pistols, it was all we had left but they liked the light weight. Those things would only be useful if our targets were at point blank range.

Megan was the youngest at 19 she was naïve and eager to please. She was a petite woman with long flowing sandy brown hair and hazel eyes and perky breasts and a bubble butt. Very fine looking but I wasn’t focusing on her too much. She was a sophomore in college, intelligent in graphic designs and had never camped before so when was out hunting she was asking questions about everything and nearly scared the deer away.

Clyde was 23 a senior, he was a tight end for the college football team but had been sittiing out most of the year. He could use a rifle and wasn’t a brute or thick headed as a stereotype of a football player, but eager to learn. He had only been camping as a kid and remembered that he hated it.

Donna was 21, she had a bit of meat on her because she sat around after class and played a lot of video games instead of exercising but she was rapidly losing the weight with all of our walking. She complained, yes, but we all were about the weather and the fact people were actually hunting us.


One the next day of our journey, that was the most interesting thus far. Before this we had not seen another person and going over several hills in a biting wind we found another grove to rest in and cook our lunch when Megan came to me and said she heard someone at the summit of the hill. All four of us went up to have a look, taking our weapons. The mountain was rocky and steep but we picked our way up slowly and silently until we reached a small plateau and heard voices. Raising my head up just enough for my eyes to peak over the surface there was a woman standing with her back to me, wearing dark short-shorts and climbing boots. It was unusual but she had her hands raised and then came the shouts of a man in front of her followed by several others brandishing weapons.

“Now, now, gents. I’m just passin’ through,” she said. The five men looked at her as though a hungry wolf saw a wounded lamb. They approached with their rifles aimed at her, but they weren’t going to shoot, they were looking to do much worse to that fine body. I could tell what they were thinking, men wouldn’t just let something like that get away from them.

“Sure, lady. Just keep your hands raised. Drop that belt and those holsters to the ground and kick them over to us” their leader smiled. “Where are the others.”

“There are no others, love, just me,” the woman replied.

“I don’t believe you,” he spat.

Megan whispered to me, “We got to do something. We got to help her.”
Donna didn’t agree and Clyde wanted to help but I suspect that he was expecting a warm ‘thank you’ from this woman. Cylde moved himself up beside me and carefully poked his shotgun through some brush as the two continued to talk, the woman was seemingly trying to stall for time and themore she did so the more the man became agitated.

“I got him” Clyde whispered aiming at the chest of the leader. He was aiming to the right of this woman and believed that he wouldn’t hurt her and I would take the two of the left. It was going to be tricky but before we could think about it further the man aimed his rifle at her and Clyde and I fired as the woman did a tumbling roll to the right, clearing our field of fire. OO buckshot at fifteen feet ripped apart the man’s chest and he fell onto his back and I fired the Winchester, two shots and my two targets dropped. The last two men standing turned and tried to run and the stranger produced her own pistols and fired two shots and dropped both of them with rounds between their shoulder blades.

Turning her pistols towards us, erecting her body, and slowly stepping back the woman commanded us, “Come on out, all of you.”

“Easy” I replied coming out with my rifle raised above my head with one hand.
“Thanks,” giving a half smile whilst holstering one pistol but keeping the other in her right hand. She was suspicious of us, for good reason. Wiping her forehead with the back ofher left hand she looked at us, “Who are you guys? More of them?” pointing to the five bodies.

“No” I called out. “We’re friendly.”

She didn’t believe us. Walking over to her backpack she threw it over one shoulder, “Well, lads, thank you for the show but I really must dash.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Megan came out, “we’re going to a cabin up in the mountains. Its safe and there’s deer that graze in the yards!” spouting out before anyone could stop her.

“A cabin you say?” furrowing an eyebrow, “Well, that certainly sounds better than going into town, I must say. Mind if I tag along?”
As group leader the others looked at me and Megan begged, “Please? I like her. She’s good with guns.”

“Alright,” nodding, “What’s your name?”

“My names Lara Croft.”

“That’s a pretty name” Megan smiled.

“Thank you, dear,” Lara smiled before holstering her pistol. We stripped the bodies of the dead and made our way out of there as quickly as possible. Lara didn’t know the area well so I took the lead with Clyde following behind her. He didn’t mind, his eyes were glued to her swaying hips and so close he could feel his breath on the back of her neck for a couple of miles she turned and said, “If you’re going to keep riding at my arse, will you at least pull my hair?”

My idea for this is to incorporate video game and movie characters into this story but have them be real life characters, such as Lara Croft is a real woman. If you’re interested or have questions send me a message and we can discuss it. I’m open to changes such as bringing in your own characters. I want this to have a serious tone to it as the tension builds up as the group tries to find out what is causing this chaos and fighting to survive.

 

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Picking our way through the mountains we avoided any structures or any semblance of human life for the sake of keeping our movements secret. As much as we wished to link up and make a large group we couldn't trust strangers though we were now in the company of a Lara Croft. Since leaving behind the five slain men and moving about ten miles to a depression at the base of a hill that gave us some shelter from the winter we made camp just before night fall.

We set up our tents, they were large four person family tents. One person would be on guard every two hours and Clyde had picked the short straw. We cooked our small dinner with a propane stove. It was dried food with water added, eggs and bacon. Though not the best it was still filling and we entered our tents. Donna, Megan, and Lara had their own tent and Clyde and I would have our own. It was cold, but not freezing, and sitting inside the tent with a blanket drawn over my shoulders I looked over the map and started to calculate our position using a compass and reference points. I had plotted our course since the start and found that we had covered thirty-nine miles of the about one hundred. Not bad considering our path and we had enough food to cover our journey that would, by my estimate, take another week, but when it came to staying at the cabin we needed to find a good, reliable, food source. Since the group was looking at me for guidance I had to think. There was plenty of game and fishing, but there was the fear of others the further we left the cabin.

The closest settlement was Cascade right on Lake Cascade, a small resort town. I've been there a few times but not for very long. We had no news of the outside. The only radio we had was lost when Megan accidently dropped it into a river, something she was very sorry about, but it wasn't her fault, she lost her footing on a slick rock.

With this new person, Croft, I was naturally suspicious of her and I knew that Clyde wanted to bone her, but she was very strong and didn't appear to be wanting any of it. She, like us, didn't know what was happening in the world, just that people started turning against one another.

 

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Croft slept with one eye open. she didn't trust us, for good reason, we didn't trust her, but Megan seemed to like her. Still Clyde came in after his shift was up and we changed positions. The temperature was dropping so my neck was wrapped in a thick, cotton, scarf and pulled over some protective glasses as the wind was blowing ice particles through the branches. It wasn't very rough as I found a little dugout in which to hide inside that covered most of my body except my head and shoulders and my eyes were carefully going over the ground around us.

In the back of my mind I had the route we were going to take in the morning, or at least proposed. we had to go over everything so that everyone knew of this and could give their own two cents. we didn't know much of the area outside the highway, but if some memory came back of a road stop or some place that had good stuff then it might be a chance to stop on by.

Once my two hours were up I went over to the woman's tent and slowly unzipped it after whispering, "Megan? Donna? It's Kaiser. Donna, its your turn."

There was a bit of groaning until Donna replied, "Yeah, i'm up." She rolled out of her sleeping bag and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and grabbed her pistol and wrapped herself up tightly in her jacket and cap before crawling out of the tent, trying not to disturb everyone else.

 

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Thus our night was spent, it was cold and later on became windy. Donna traded our her spot with Megan later on, but said to her not to give her post to Lara when her time was up, instead to give it to me. She didn't trust this woman and feared that she would run off when given the chance. Still, Megan reluctantly agreed to do so. She wasn't the sort to not trust people but she did as she was told.

In the morning, we were up just before dawn and had a quick breakfast and headed on our course after a briefing. Lara was quiet in most respects, saying that it was our show, but heading out we had this strange feeling that there was someone close by. Ever have that feeling that you're being watched? Well, I had this feeling. A couple miles into our endeavor we were cresting this hill and saw a couple on a farm to market road. Lying on our stomachs and taking out a pair of binoculars I trained my eyes on these two, one was a woman, petite looking wearing Air Force ACUs and Ta-50, but she was on her knees and standing before her was a tall, well built, man holding a rifle over his shoulders and the woman was taking in his rod. It didn't appear to be force, he wasn't aiming his rifle at her and she had her own rifle across her waist, holding it with one hand as the other rubbed over his length. The man was Caucasian wearing done up winter jacket and trousers and winter boots compared to the less so Air Force airman. Not sure if they were boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, but they were clearly together. She took him in, flicked her tongue at the tip suckled his sack and deep throated him like there was no tomorrow then he put a hand behind her Kevlar and pushed her in so that his length went down the gullet.

"What is it?" Lara asked. Handing the glasses and putting them up to her brown eyes she saw what I did and smiled, "Oh my."

We passed the glasses down to Clyde whom saw it and looked over at the brunette adventurer and said, "Like it?"

"Oh tosh, you're not my type" she scoffed.

After a couple of minutes watching the show the two finished up their business and began walking. We watched them off but didn't want to go down after Lara whispered, "No, don't. Trust me on this."

"Is it a trap?" I asked.

"No, but it will be a serious mistake to expose yourself to them," she replied.

We waited until they were gone before moving on. We crossed that road and continued on. "Lara, was there anyone else in your group?"

"No, love" she replied, "I prefer to travel alone. No teams or camera crew, or any of that rubbish. That way I can go at my own pace." Clyde still couldn't help but keep his eyes on her backside, the woman wore dark jean short shorts that showed bare leg down to her mountain boots, no necessarily the best outfit for this environment, however, she wasn't bothered by the cold.

A couple of miles later we stumbled across what looked like a side of the road restaurant and laid down to scope it out.

 

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Laying on our stomachs in the snow we put our eyes on the restaurant. Nothing was stirring about it but the power was still on. No vehicles were around it either. Place looked empty. I passed the binoculars over to Croft whom saw her herself as her dark eyes looked around the snow surrounding the place. "I don't see footprints or trails. That means something," she replied, "I'd say we head down, but two go in first and the rest hang back and keep an eye out for any new arrivals.

I agreed but Lara insisted that she go in and I was going in as well.

Closing the distance to the place we moved from tree to tree, taking our time and our ears and eyes open to our surroundings. The birds were out, they were chirping up in the highest branches, the sky was overcast gray and the wind was still. We could hear the snow crunching underneath our feet as we moved at a deliberate but slow pace to avoid exerting ourselves and sweating.

There was a slight rise in the back of the place that was closed off by a chain linked fence. "Megan, Donna, and Clyde, wait here," I whispered. They nodded and hid themselves as Lara and I climbed over the fence. Being thin and athletic Lara was able to scale the fence to the other side with ease, more of a jump and throwing her legs over than it was for me to shove my toes into the rings and climbing up and feeling the aluminum structure shaking under my weight.

The back door unlocked. It was rather unusual but we went in with our weapons ready. The outside lights were on but inside was dark, colder, and still.

 

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Having Croft around was a real step up, she was confident and able compared to Donna and Megan and Clyde was cocky but not very experienced. We swept the building and found it to be empty, someone though had been through here as the large fridges in the back were open and the cool air spilling out into the interior making it colder than the outside. Lara closed the fridges and went to the front doors and ensured that they were locked as I went out the back and summoned the rest inside.

There was enough frozen and canned food to fill up everything that we had thus we were all happy and greedily looked through the menus and read the labels to find anything that struck our fancy. Megan's bag was bursting at the seems with all sorts of Chef Boyardee products that I had her set it down and start looking through it and packing it properly. This was going on at the tables of the restaurant as Lara and Clyde were behind the register, Clyde was trying to pry it open to get at any cash as Croft was looking through some of the bins for more food and there was a run in of sorts. Lara was bent over showing her nice backside and Clyde 'accidently' bumped his crouch into her.

Lara was stern but only to Clyde, so it seemed. Every time he was near her, those almond shaped eyes looked at him with disgust, sometimes she rolled her dark brown eyes and left the room, but as I was helping Megan load up her backpack with more food and water there was a sudden bark from the adventurer, "Listen you. I don't fuck any wanker just because he asks. I'm not some porn star. Sod off," she spat then slapped Clyde hard enough that he stumbled about with a beet red cheek as Lara stomped towards me, "Let's get going."

 

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We left the area and moved another ten miles and set up camp for the night. Clyde was still pissed about Lara's attitude towards him thus he went on duty as sentry as Donna ad Megan went down to a small stream to collect some fresh water and to wash some clothes. That left Lara and I at the camp just 100 feet away on a small plateau. With our small tents set up I was sitting outside looking up at the overcast sky and heard Lara whisper to me to approach her tent and she beckoned me inside. Hesitant at first she just said, "relax, silly, I'm not going to hurt you."

Stepping inside and zipping up th flap Lara had m lay down upon her sleeping bag whereshe immediately straddled me and ran her finger tips up my body nd gave a delicate kiss to my lips before slowly dragging her adomen down my hard chest, her handing breasts going with them and her hot breath until reaching the fly of my trousers that she opened and pried apart. Without saying aything she reached inside and fished out my meat and held it in her palm and kissed the cut tip and delicately washed the length with that slippery eel then gently blew sending a cold chill up my spine before opening her mouth and taking in the tip. Pullingback ith her pursed lips wrapped tighty about she pulled and let down and my meat fell with a thud against my pants.

Lara was hungry. She wrapped her gloved hands with the naked fingertips and started stroking, one hand aove the other. She would kiss and lick the tip, spitting to lube it up, "come on, ya bastard" she smiled as she hovered beside me, bent forward at the waist, her balloons touching my hip as she worked. Lifting up the right hand I touched them and she smiled and lifted the skimpy shirt and showed what was underneth,a solid black bra that was stretched because of her mounds. "You like them? Most do" laughing again.

I felt eac breast, soft, heavy, mallible, very real and she moaned at my touch, rolling hr head bac as that English drowl flowed out. "Give it to me, big guy."

"You like this American cock?" I couldn't help but jive.

"Oh, yes!" She laughed, "and you love these English tits". She was right. I do.

A few more strokes and she leaned in to kiss the length and I erupted. Days of pent up waiting flowed up the vein and splattered against her face and Lara exclaimed in surprise as a river stroke her chest and spattered her chest. "That's it. Give it. Give it. Come on" encouraging every last drop out by still eagerly stroking the shaft until the very last drop was out.