Zombies, Slave Masters, & Other Monsters

[LetUsWrite]

Zombies, Slave Masters,
and
Other Monsters

What is this?​

Brent Thompson
32 years old
5'10", 185 pounds; good shape with a touch of year round "winter fat".
Sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes.
Handsome and charismatic when he wants to be.
Can seem creepy looking when he's upset.


Brent always thought of himself as a pretty normal guy. He had a job, he had a girl friend, he had an Ex-wife, he had a home ... or at least he had until the Great Recession, the loss of his job, and the foreclosure on his beautiful suburban ranch style house.

For the last six months, he'd been surviving on unemployment and partial disability, living in a basement room of a house occupied by a cadre of constantly-partying, college Jocks & Jerks, and biting his tongue while he just waited for life to improve.

When the Zombie Riots began, Brent's first thought was Now, the REST of you get fucked!

The mayhem did scare him, of course, but he'd been riding on such a low for so long, the thought of the end of the world as we know it was almost a relief. The Jocks & Jerks had all been at the football game when the rioting broke out, so Brent ended up with the entire house to himself. He watched the news, amazed at the madness.

When evening neared, Brent was still alone, secure behind the wrought iron fence encircling the building. He'd already begun searching the rooms of the other tenants, finding all the trappings of youth: drugs, booze, and porn. One of the freakier of the Jocks had a dresser drawer full of sex toys, including vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, and other bondage toys; and one of the Jerks had something Brent had never expected to find: guns.

The majority of his time not spent watching the television news was spent carting his booty down to the basement, where -- behind the metal fire door that had once protected the rest of the house from a long abandoned oil furnace -- Brent knew he would be more secure than anywhere else on the property.

He had no intentions of going out there, out into that Madness. Brent had enough food to last him two, maybe three months; and -- not surprising at all since it had been a weekend -- the fridges and cupboards upstairs had been full of beer and hard liquor, too.

Brent was one happy camper. Wasn't nothing going to draw him outside...

Until he heard the scream and the call for help.

He hurried over to the tiny, barred basement window and saw her at the gate, shaking it furiously and calling the name of one of the Jocks who lived -- had lived -- upstairs.

He remembered her, of course. He should have: he'd asked her out on, what ... two, three occasions? She was the friend or sister or cousin or something like that of one of the guys, and Brent had had the hots for her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her months earlier.

As soon as he'd realized she wasn't dating one of his housemates, he'd asked her out. She said no, politely of course. The second time she'd been a little curt. The third time -- Yes, it had been three, he remembered -- she flat out said that she would never go out with him and he could stop asking her.

And he did. Three strikes and your out, he could remember thinking.

And now, here she was trying to get into the property, screaming for which ever guy to whom she'd been connected. Brent considered going back to the news and letting her move on, once she realized there was no one here to open the gate.

Then...

A thought. A socially unacceptable thought.

He hurried up the basement steps, down the hall, and out onto the porch. Once there, he slowed to a casual walk, nearing the gate from behind the Laurel bush, out of her sight. He stepped out into her view and, when she made eye contact with her, smiled.

"Hi again," he said politely, not making any move to enter the code that would unlock the gate. "What can I do for you?"

 

[Iscaa]

Name; Tia Diaz
Age; 19
Parents; Jaun and Carmin Diaz
Occupation; student studying nursing

Appearance;
Eyes; chocolate brown
Height; 5 ft. 2 in.
Weight; 120 lbs.
Build; slim, athletic
Skin color; olive
Hair; dark brown, softly curly, half way down the back, ( usually worn in a pony-tail )



Tia had been hiding in an old abandoned tool shed half way between the stadium and library most of the day, so far she had been lucky that none of the monsters running all over the campus had stopped to look inside. She had quietly pushed as many heavy objects against the door as she could. Then she found a dirty old tarp pulled it to the far corner and hid underneath it waiting and praying for the running and screaming to subside.

As Tia sat under the dirty tarp, she thought over what had happened earlier, when she had tried to get into the library. She had screamed and banged on the door but they were too scared to let her in. She had no time to wait for them to decide if she was one of those Zombies or not, they were coming after her. She had to keep running until she gave those monsters the slip and had found this tool shed.

Finally hours later Tia lifted the corner of the tarp brushing the dirt off her cheek, listening carefully. Hearing no more screams she pushed it away looking around the darkened shed. Heart thumping in her chest she thought, (It must be near sundown now, if I can make it over to Robby's place, (her brother) I know I will be safe. I can't be more then 8 blocks from there.)

Shaking uncontrollably she slowly made her way to the barricaded door, moving the lawn mower and other heavy objects quietly away so that she could open the door a crack. Every little noise made her heart thump wildly. Finally she was able to open the door enough to see that the area was free of both people and those creatures. Looking around Tia spotted the handle of a broken shovel. Picking it up, she prayed that she could make it to the house and be safe. Pushing the door open a little more she was finally able to slip out of the shed.

Looking around continually she slowly moved forward trying to keep to the shadows as much as possible. Holding the broken shovel in front of her she made her way first one block then two. Sweat was pouring off her forehead, her lips moved as she mouthed, (two down, only about six more to go...) That is when she heard movement behind her, Tia was able to drop down slipping behind a parked car. She watched as a Zombie ambled over to the car and stop just inches from where she was hiding. She closed her eyes and held her breath praying it wouldn't find her. Finally it moved on shuffling awkwardly towards what looked like a woman laying on the ground, but there seemed to be only a few pieces left of her.

When she saw it bend down and take what looked like an arm, Tia started shaking again, putting her hand to her mouth and biting it so she wouldn't scream. After a few minutes the Zombie straightened up and moved off in another direction. It didn't seem to have any set plan...just kept shuffling. Tia let go of her hand and cautiously stood up and moved along side the car, then she made a short sprint to the next parked car. Stopping to look around before going for the next one, she was able to keep this up for another two blocks when her luck ran out.

Running for the next car she saw from the corner of her eye another Zombie, it turned in her direction just as she made it to the car. Now she knew she had to run, it was quickly making its way over to her. Tia was able to sprint another block before she had to turn around with her shovel and face the thing. Breathing heavily from fright more than anything she backed up and made ready to swing her shovel as hard as she could at it's head. She missed the first time but hit it square on the side of it's head the second time. She saw it fall to the ground blood and gore pouring out of the head wound. Dropping the shovel in horror she then turned around and ran for her life.

Tia ran the next three blocks without pausing, she could hear more of them coming after her now. Her chest was hurting from her efforts and when she swallowed she could taste blood. Then she saw the house, frantically she hit the gate, it was locked. She started to scream for Robby to let her in, she looked behind, they were coming , at least four of them now. Redoubling her efforts Tia hung onto the rails shaking them frantically.

Suddenly a man stepped in front of her making eye contact then he casually smiled and said,

“ Hi again.....what can I do for you?”

He didn't make a move to unlock the gate, Tia desperately shook the gate screaming,

“Let me in, the Zombies are right behind me....LET ME IN!”

 

[LetUsWrite]

Brent hesitated for a moment, making a point of leaning conspicuously to his left to look past the beauty at his gates. Less than a hundred feet behind her, a pair of slow moving, fed Zombies were shuffling toward them. They weren't much of a danger yet, but beyond them -- twice the distance away -- a rapidly moving trio of yet-to-eat Zombies were moving at almost a sprinter's pace.

He stepped up to the gate she was shaking in her clenched fists, tapped in the code, and pulled it open. Tia surged inside, and Brent slowly closed the gate behind her. Beyond it, the fast moving Zombies shot between the slower moving ones and slammed against the wrought iron fence with growls and snarls.

Brent's heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't show it to his new guest. Instead, he pulled the 9mm pistol he'd found in one of the rooms upstairs, raised it, and pumped a bullet into the forehead of each of the three fast movers. One after another, their heads jerks, their brains splattering the slower moving Zombies that were only now catching up behind them.

The three Speedies dropped to the ground. Brent studied them for a moment, then repeated his attack on the Slow Pokes. He searched around the neighborhood for witnesses, afraid that more Zombies would have seen the action and made their way this direction. But there were no others in sight.

 

[Iscaa]

By now Tia was sobbing, pleading,

“Please....Please let me in...I don't want to die!”

When he finally tapped in the code and pulled the gate open Tia bolted in and fell on the ground a few feet away. Gasping for breath she looked back to see the gate barely closed before three Zombies threw themselves at it snarling their frustrations. She screamed and tried backing away, then to her horror she watched as the man pulled out a gun and calmly shot the brains out of the once three human beings. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, all she could do was whimper and watch him finish off the other two. Once he was done he looked around for more, giving Tia a chance to recognize that this was the man who had kept asking her out....Brent...Brent something or other.

When he turned to her Tia looked up at him crying out,

“Where is Robby...Robby my brother?”

 

[LetUsWrite]

The world as ending, Zombies were chasing down Humans and eating their flesh, and yet all Brent could think of was how sexy this woman was ... and of how he'd longed to have her in ways her cousin Robby wouldn't have approved.

Brent stuffed the 9mm into his belt at the small of his back and stepped closer to Tia. He offered his hand out, saying softly, "He's not here. I don't know where he is. I'm sorry. I'm sure he will show up soon, as soon as these creatures thin out a bit."

In reality, he hoped her cousin was lying in a gutter somewhere with his eyes eaten out. It took the mentioning of Robby's name to refresh Brent's memory of the man. Robby had been okay, compared to the others. But the two men had exchanged words on occasion, too. Brent had once caught a very intoxicated Robby peeing off the second floor balcony into the vegetable garden Brent treasured; and another time -- after Brent had failed to secure a date with the man's beautiful cousin -- Robby had pressed him up against the wall of the community kitchen and told him to keep his dirty hands and dirty mind off Tia.

They'd never talked again, not really anyway. Four, maybe five months Brent guessed. They saw each other often -- almost daily -- but beyond the obligatory smile or answer to questions like "Did the mail come?" or "Did you see the bus pass by yet?", they never really conversed again.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon," Brent went on, waggling his offered hand to Tia. "C'm'on ... I'll get you inside. Get you something to eat ... some cold water."

 

[Iscaa]

Tia watched Brent stuff the gun in the back of his pants , advancing towards her at the same time. Wiping the tears off her dirty cheek, she tried to calm down thinking, ( this is the same man that Robby told me to stay away from, that he couldn't be trusted.) She remembered totally agreeing with him.

Whenever she visited her brother she always made sure not be in a room alone with this Brent guy. Now she wished she wasn't wearing this sexy sleeveless summer dress, not only was it low cut in the front, but the skirt was way too short. Her hand moved to her throat trying to cover her cleavage.

She looked up at the offered hand, hoping that her gut was wrong and that he wasn't a dangerous man. When he answered her question that Robby wasn't in the house, her heart sank, that meant she was very likely to now be alone with him. All she could hope for was that Robby found his way back to the house ...and the sooner the better. Tia hesitated as Brent waggled his hand at her, she didn't want to take it but knew she had to stay on this man's good side. She put on a smile as he helped her stand up,

" Yes...please some water and food would be good thanks. Do you think the others will be able to get past the Zombies and make it back to the house?"

When she was standing she tried to straighten out the dress, and brush off some of the dirt as she followed him inside.

 

[LetUsWrite]

(OOC: Imagine the house in the picture without the snow.)


Brent couldn't help but ogle Tia as she rose before him and straightened out her dress. The gown was small and tight and sexy, and it revealed more of her flesh and curves than he remembered ever having seen of her.

Once she had regained her composure, Brent smiled again, stepped to the side, and said simply, "Come inside."

He passed by her and headed up the side steps of the house. He didn't look back, wanting her to feel totally open to either follow or not, as well as feel like he didn't care whether she followed or not.

But he knew she would drop in behind him. After all, she was locked behind a fence that she couldn't get past without climbing over; and even if she wanted to leave, Zombies were the only thing waiting for her out there.

Inside the house, Brent's stomach turned over. It was a mess, and much of it was his mayhem. When he'd come to realize that none of the Jocks and Jerks were likely to return, he turned the place upside down, looking for anything of value. The scene reminded him of the espionage movies where the suspects would come home to find that someone had tossed their house, searching for hidden secrets. Brent had even sliced a pair of suspect pillows open, finding drugs, which -- having no interest in -- he tossed into the toilet and flushed.

He considered blaming the mess on the JJs, with a comment, "Men, they just don't clean up behind themselves, do they?" But Tia had been here before, often, and she likely remembered that the young men living side by side with her brother had all been surprisingly tidy. It hadn't been because they were neat freaks, but because they thought it impressed the women they were bringing home for sex.

As she entered behind him and saw the mayhem, he said with a serious tone, "Looters. Six, maybe seven."

He didn't know whether she would believe him, but then again he didn't really care. He hoped she would, of course: he'd tossed her brother's room as well. He pulled a pitcher of cold, filtered water from the fridge and poured her a glass, giving it to her along with a container of store bought potato salad that one of the JJs would never get to finish.

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you like," he said. "I'm sure your brother will show up soon, and even if he doesn't... Well ... you don't have to hurry off. You're safe here."

 

[Iscaa]

As Tia straightened out her dress she could feel Brent's eyes on her, ( he really makes me feel uncomfortable when he stares at me like this.) Having no options but to follow him into the house she vowed to keep her eyes on him at all times. Looking at his back as she followed him, she realized that she was no match against his strength if he decided to make some kind of pass at her.

(Somehow...someway I'm going to have to make him understand that I am just not interested in him. When Robby gets home everything would be alright, well as alright as things could be when the world was being overrun by Zombies.)

Once Tia entered the house she stopped and just stared at the mess it had become. That is when Brent hastily explained;

"Looters. Six maybe seven."

Looking at Brent Tia felt like lifting her eyebrow and saying,

"Yeah Right!"

But she pretended to believe his excuse for this mess. Walking further inside she thought, ( I have never seen this place look like this even after of the guys' wildest parties. What the hell?)

Brent went to the frig and took out a pitcher of cold water pouring out a tall glass of it for her, handing it to her along with a container of something white. Having not eaten anything since yesterday morning she took both and sat down at the table and began to eat. She mumbled,

"Mmmm potato salad....its good."

As she ate her food Brent said,

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you like," he said. "I'm sure your brother will show up soon, and even if he doesn't... Well ... you don't have to hurry off. You're safe here."

She nodded her head swallowing , then replied,

"Thanks I appreciate it and truly hope Robby comes home soon."

Tia finished her food and took the glass and container to the sink turning towards Brent she smiled and said,

" I think I need to rest now, I am going up to Robby's room. If he comes home will you let him know where I am?"

 

[LetUsWrite]

(OOC: I am making an assumption about Tia's appearance below. If you don't like it, I can change it. Seriously. I have no problems correcting my "god moding", which I try to keep to a bare, acceptable minimum.)

Although it wasn't necessary -- and her expression told him she would have preferred he hadn't -- Brent walked Tia upstairs, as if she needed someone to show her the way or ensure she made it safely.

He occasionally glanced back to her, then -- as she passed by him and entered Robby's room -- dropped his gaze to her body once more. Brent tried to be subtle about it, but he'd never been able to hide his ogles of a beautiful body.

"Just holler if you need anything," he said, smiling politely. "I'll be downstairs ...cleaning up the mess."



It was well after dark before Brent saw Tia again. He'd spent the time correcting his pillaging, then sat in the big comfortable leather recliner that had belonged to one of the Jocks.

He noticed that Tia only came down after the noise he'd been making ended. His first thought was that she'd been waiting for him to go to bed in the basement, avoiding him. Her surprise when he said hello from the shadows convinced him of it, although there was of course the possibility that the timing had simply been coincidence.

"Sorry," he said with sincerity, standing amd walking toward her.. "Didn't mean to startle you."

Brent stopped just a couple of feet. She'd changed, donning what Brent assumed were her brother's clothes. And she looked -- and smelled -- as if she'd showered. The scent was heavenly, even if it was just soap and shampoo, like Brent presumed.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't bathed since the Riots. How long had it been...? Saturday afternoon to now, late Sunday evening: 36 hours or so, he figured. He backed away, unsure if she would pick up on his manly odor.

"I can nuke a can of something, if you'd like," he offered. "Chili. Chowder. Burritoes. Lots of burritoes. It's all the guys had in the freezer, I think."

He headed for the kitchen, then -- wanting it to seem like a total afterthought -- he added, "Unless you know how to cook, of course."

Brent hadn't had a woman cook for him in forever. He'd been divorced for years, and his current girl friend -- likely former girlfriend, now, of course -- could burn water.

Women were supposed to be the cooks. Right? he thought. They were supposed to take care of their men. Of course, Brent wasn't Tia's man.

At least ... not yet. He would work on that...

 

[Iscaa]

When Tia had told Brent she was tired and was just going to go upstairs she didn't think he would escort her. As she followed him, she frowned to herself. (He was being just a little too friendly for comfort.) When they got to Robby's room he waited for her to pass him before saying,

"Just holler if you need anything," he said, smiling politely. "I'll be downstairs ...cleaning up the mess."

She just hated the way he looked at her body, so she shut the door as soon as she was inside. Then looking around the room her heart sank, it was just as much a mess as the downstairs maybe more. Sighing, she started to put things back into some kind of order. As she folded the cloths and put them into the drawers she saved a pair of Robby's old sweat pants and shirt, thinking that after she took a shower she would wear these things. They just might discourage those creepy looks she was getting from Brent.

Taking the clothes in her arms along with a new toothbrush she had found in Robby's junk drawer , she went over to the door, opening it enough to see that the hallway was clear, then she quickly rushed over to the bathroom locking the door behind her. Leaning against it she sighed in relief, then put the folded cloths beside the sink stepped back putting her hands behind her back and undid the zipper to her dress, as it slid down her body she then stepped out of it. This just left her bra and panties, which quickly followed the dress.

Turning the shower on, Tia went to brush her teeth, while the water got to the right temp. when she was done she rinsed and put the brush in the cabinet. Walking over to the shower she put her hand in, the temp. was just hot enough to get all the grime off her body. She stepped in and proceeded to soap her body once then found the shampoo, lathering her long hair took some time, it was pretty dirty from the tarp. She did her hair once more before rinsing off all the soap from her scalp and body, then squeezed the excess water out of her hair.

Grabbing a towel off the rack, Tia partly dried her hair before, toweling off her arms, breasts and then put it over her back and pulled it sideways til she was dry. Now she dried off her bottom as well as her pussy, then last but not least her legs down to her feet. Sighing, she thought,(Now I can take on the world, including that menace downstairs.) Picking up her undies, she washed them in the sink and blotted them as best she could with the wet towel. (I'll put these out to dry in Robby's room, for now I'll just have to make do without them. Thank god that these sweats are huge on me, I'm sure Brent won't be able to tell I am not wearing my bra.)

She set the towel over the top of the shower pole to dry and took her undies in hand unlocked the door and looked out. It was empty so she quickly made her way back to her brother's room and shut the door. She could hear Brent moving around downstairs so thought to just wait until he went to bed, looking at the clock, she hoped he would go to the basement soon. She set her undies on the radiator to dry and put a few more things away until she noticed that it was quiet downstairs. (Good, he must have gone to bed, I need something to drink.)

Tia made her way downstairs and was about to pass through the main room and onto the kitchen when she was startled by Brent's hello. She tried not to step back as he stood up and walked towards her saying,

" It's alright, I startle easily after the things I have seen today. Did anyone come home yet?"

Looking around, Tia knew that no one had come home, she hoped her brother was OK, and had found a safe place to hide. When Brent shook his head and started to talk about warming up some more food she told him,

"No thanks Brent, I just wanted something to drink now and to take back to bed with me."

He accepted this as he walked into the kitchen, then as an afterthought he asked if she knew how to cook, she hesitated before replying,

"Yes I know how to cook, but mostly Latin food. I will see what there is in the cupboards tomorrow, maybe I can cook something nice for when my brother comes home."

Taking a glass from the cupboard she filled it from the pitcher from the frig. took a long drink refilled it and said,

"Good night Brent see you in the morning."

Tia then turned around and quickly left before he could say anything else. It was a great relief when she got to her brother's room, and locked the door behind her.

 

[LetUsWrite]

Monday, 18 Sep 2017; 10am:

Brent was terribly disappointed with Tia's sudden departure, though the view of her back side -- just as the view of her front side had been -- was no disappointment at all. She was wearing her brother's sweats, which hung loose on her; but the way they hung, with the top curving around her ample bosom and the bottoms curling around her shapely ass was unbelievable. Even below clothes not meant to be sexy, Tia pulled it off for Brent.

After watching her ascend to the second floor from the kitchen entrance, Brent returned to the kitchen and did just as he'd suggested, microwaving a can of the JJ's chili, then digging around in the marked sections of the two full sized fridges they all shared for perishables that held an interest for him.

Brent had always found it surprising what the JJs ate. They were all 20-somethings -- college kids, barely old enough to make their own PBJ sandwich, Brent had often joked -- and yet their sections of the fridges had always included the most exotic foods from all over the world. The cupboards were filled with jars and bottles of brand names Brent had never seen -- not even in TV commercials -- and on his assigned days for kitchen clean up, he found grocery bags in the garbage with brand names in a multitude of languages.

He stood in front of the open fridge now, looking at things he simply didn't recognize, wondering just how good they would taste ... once Tia began cooking for him.

Tomorrow, he thought to himself. We'll get out roles here hashed out tomorrow. Me, the manly stuff ... Tia, the womanly stuff.

He realized his penis was rock hard and reached to his crotch to adjust it to a more comfortable position.

It had only been six, maybe seven hours since Tia had shown up at the gates, but Brent had already envisioned their future together ... as a loving, caring, and sexually satisfied couple.



It was well after sunrise and Tia -- who obviously had been exhausted -- had slept right through Brent's entrance into Robby's room. Month's earlier, he'd learned from the internet a way to unlock the particular brand of door knob on all of the bedrooms without leaving evidence of them being jimmied.

When he knew the JJs were all away, he would sometimes peek into their rooms, just to see what their lives were like. Sometimes, particularly after one of them had been rude to Brent, he would take something from one of guy's room and put it into another guy's room, just to see if he could start a fight between them.

This morning, Tia awoke with a start at the sight of Brent standing over her, just two feet from Robby's bed. Calmly, he said, "I'm sorry, Tia. I knocked on the door and called your name, but you didn't answer."

In reality, he'd opened the door, ensured she was asleep, and made his way in quietly, carrying a tray of breakfast foods meant to impress Tia with his concern -- and fondness -- for the young beauty. If she questioned how he got in, he would simply tell her the door was unlocked. If she didn't, he wouldn't have to lie further.

He'd entered with the intent of waking her from just inside the door. But once he'd gotten a view of her, he'd stood there for several minutes just watching her sleep. He recalled the masturbation fantasy he'd had few hours earlier, the one with her naked body writhing above him, straddling him, screaming his name as she orgasmed for the third, fourth, fifth time.

He looked to the tray. "Oatmeal, toast, two types of jam, two types of jelly ... some fruit. Milk and some of that fake milk, too."

He looked to her, ignoring her expression and obvious disbelief that he was there, and smiled. "I hope you like it."

 

[Iscaa]

Tia awoke with the feeling she was not alone, opening her eyes she screamed and pulled the covers up to her chin. There was Brent standing not two feet away with a tray of food in his hands. Sitting up, she cried out in fright,

"What are you doing here? ...never mind, how did you get in here? I locked the door last night.....

Not moving an inch, calmly he said,

"I'm sorry, Tia. I knocked on the door and called your name, but you didn't answer."

She couldn't help but be angry as well as frightened , shaking her head she retorted,

"That can't be, I know I locked the door before I went to bed."

He started to talk about the food he had brought up for her, not caring about the food, she just wanted him to get out. All she was just wearing under the thin sheet was one of Robby's t-shirts and nothing else, (This is ridiculous. some ground rules will have to be established with this guy.) Trying to keep her voice reasonable when he paused she shook her head replying,

" Please leave now...I want get dressed and cleaned up before I come downstairs. I'm sure your food will still be fine when I come downstairs.....sighing.....just go!"

Tia tried to keep her hands from trembling.

 

[LetUsWrite]

Brent was surprised by Tia's reaction, and horribly disappointed. Sure, he'd invaded her privacy and her space -- or what might be her space if her brother never returned. And -- unbeknownst to her -- he'd stood there for several minutes just watching her sleep, and imagining her sleeping next to him.

But he'd also made her breakfast, bringing it to her bedside. She'd been through a lot, and she'd deserved a little pampering before she switched roles and started pampering Brent.

Screaming in surprise hadn't surprised him -- beyond the first jolt of adrenaline, anyway -- but so rudely tossing him out and passing on the meal he'd put together...? Really?

That was just unacceptable, particularly after he'd let her through the gate the day before and eradicated the Zombies pursuing her. No gratitude, he thought, unable to see even ince ounce of her side of the issue.

But, Brent did as she said, heading for the room's exit. He set the tray on Robby's dresser, opened the door, then hesitated. He turned, studied Tia for a moment, then said in a polite voice, "Come down when you're ready, Tia ... and we'll talk about your future role here ... in my home."

(OOC: If she doesn't say something that causes him to stop, feel free to write him leaving. He'll be in the basement.)

 

[Iscaa]

Tia watched as Brent turned around stopped at Robby's dresser and set the tray down, she ground her teeth thinking, (Does this guy need to be hit over the head?, how am I going to get it through his thick skull that I am just not attracted to him ?

She stared back at him when he turned and studied her before politely saying,

"Come down when your ready Tia,.. and we'll talk about your future role here...in my home."

That was it, her hot Latin blood took over, she shouted,

"My role here?....Your home? Since when is this your home and who put you in charge? Just who do you think you are Brent Thompson?

Looking around her eyes fell on Robby's small digital clock on the night table beside his bed, grabbing it she threw it at Brent with all her might, screaming,

"Get out ...Get out before I kill you!" (Salga... antes me matan!)

The small clock narrowly missed Brent's head hitting the frame of the door with a loud crash before falling to the floor in pieces.