The Last Stand

[pheliskougra]

It's a dark stormy night might be a cliché in story-telling, but it's also stark reality now: the patter of heavy rain and the crack of thunder rousing you to conscience.

You are inside your sedan, face-first into the deployed airbag. Your chest hurts a little from the yanking of the seatbelt, but besides that minimal discomfort you seem uninjured.

The car is halfway into a ditch beside the road, the left-side light still on. The engine is stopped, and the whole of the car is askew, stuck in an odd angle. There's a crack on the windshield, passenger side, and the rain is washing off what seems to be blood.

You remember... a person, running into the road right in front of you. No time to stop, and you only had a glimpse before hitting the person, losing control of the car and crashing.

Probably you should do something about your current situation.

Who are you?

Why were you going to Union City?

Comments

[aeons_crackshot]

Well, they say the journey is more important than the destination?

The continued pleasure draws all kinds of sounds from an eager Annabelle. Poor dear, she's putty in Kelly's talented hands...

[pheliskougra]

maybe, just maybe... Kelly is mean enough to interrupt all caresses while she moves down to start truly returning pleasure just like Annabelle gave her? A complete break, followed by eager but still gentle touches, in just that right way...

[aeons_crackshot]

The complete break draws an inarticulate sound of protest, but it's soon replaced by loud gasps and throaty moans as Kelly teases her in all the right ways.

Kelly's clever tongue stroking slow and fast and rubbing all the best spots is the last straw. Any attempt at muffling anything goes right out the window.

Annabelle is busy groaning loudly with pleasure, moaning and shivering with the sensations she's experiencing...

[pheliskougra]

Well, not that modesty has completely vacated the building, Kelly will gladly work Annabelle towards a climax... a deeply satisfying one.

(No surprises there, several people will cheer at the finish, and one will even call out "Can we all sleep now?")

Evil Kelly.

[aeons_crackshot]

Whoever shouted that last bit should be glad that Annabelle's rather mellow after that climax.

Annabelle shouts something in reply, but what it is is a mystery. (That's what happens when you string together several languages in a single sentence.) It's....probably not polite, judging from the hand gestures no one but Kelly is in any position to see.

[pheliskougra]

Kelly? Oh, you mean the girl kissing and holding Annabelle very close, purring her name?

That Kelly?

[aeons_crackshot]

Yes, that Kelly.

Annabelle likes it when Kelly purrs her name and holds her close. Likes it enough to pull the sheet back in place over them and start to settle in for the night.

[pheliskougra]

Settling seems like a very good idea... holding close, to sleep deep and rest fully.

After all, tomorrow will be another long day.

[aeons_crackshot]

Another very long day. Stupid damn zombie apocalypse.

On the other hand, she never would have met Kelly if not for hitting that zombie with her car, so it's not ALL bad.

[pheliskougra]

No. Not at all.

And now it's just a matter of solving this mess, and then taking a vacation with her girlfriend.

After slapping Roger for not staying put and leading them in this wild goose chase.

Well, morning comes, and what beats the feeling of waking up cuddled up to someone you really care about, right?

[aeons_crackshot]

Monica gets first dibs on the slapping, but Annabelle has certainly thought about it.

Annabelle savors the feeling of waking up cuddled with Kelly. Oh yeah, she could get used to this.