"dancing, heat and pussy"
I was leaning against the counter at Abby's place, arms crossed over my black tank, neon cargos hanging loose but ready for whatever the night threw at me. The goofy rave glasses sat perched on my head like some kind...
"He is out of time as the Zombie horde approaches."
Brock returned to the bunker, winded. “I got more ammo for the AR,” he hollered.“Good,” Brittany shouted back. “Load me up some magazines! This hunting rifle is overkill.”He loaded as fast as he could, but couldn’t keep his mind on...