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Tell her to strip out of her clothes

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 16:18:30 GMT

MrMe2:

"Strip," you say, leveling the gun with her. Angrily, she grits her teeth. "Strip!" You say, shaking the gun at her.

She nods, sighs, and sits on the kitchen floor to unlace her boots.Once she has them off, she peels her socks off her small feet, stuffing them down in the boots. Standing slowly, she takes up the hem of her shirt and peels it up slowly, up over her shoulders and off her head. Her breasts are small, perfectly rounded B cups, and her dark areola are the size of a nickel, the skin tightening there around her little stiffening nipples. She's slender, but her ribs curve out until they meet her firm stomach, curving back in until her hips jut out just slightly. You swallow hard as you find yourself staring, and she shakes her head angrily.

"You're a piece of shit," she says. You nod as you pick up your flashlight with a smile, flicking it on and shining it on her

Slowly, she unbuttons the military cargo pants, unfastening the fly, then slides the pants down and kicks them off. Beneath, she wears only a pair of cotton briefs. Nothing fancy or outright sexy, but the curves of her hips against the fabric is exciting enough. Hooking her fingers through the waistband, she peels them down her toned slender legs, and steps out of them, then puts her hands on her hips. Between her legs is a slight bush of hair, but definitely groomed. Just enough to hide the lips of her mound.

She's very pretty in a tomboyish way. No make up, no skin care, just youth and high cheekbones, with dark eyes and tender looking lips. Her neck is slender, swan-like, and her collar bones protrude gently under her dark skin. You can see goose pimples rise as you shine the light across her gorgeous breasts, studying each one a little longer than you should. You shine the light down over her rib cage, and then that firm belly, suddenly wishing you just run your palm against it. You fix the light on her bush, then you scan down her legs, looking over the inside and outside of her thighs, her knees, her shins and calves, and then to her slender delicate feet and toes.

"Turn around," you command, and she does. Your light focuses immediately on a breathtaking sight. Perfectly rounded, toned, the musculature firm but the skin still supple and soft, curving out beyond what you'd previously noticed. "Bend over a little," you order. You see slight goose pimples raise on her flesh and she slowly leans forward, and the cheeks of her ass spread open, giving you a perfect view of her tightly puckered little starfish, and the slightly parting folds of her vulva. You know what you're doing is wrong, but the excitement is just too much, and your cock is hardening in your pants.

*[[demand she pleasure herself while you watch.]]
*[[take her just like that.]]

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Tell her to strip out of her clothes

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 16:18:11 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Strip," you say, leveling the gun with her. Angrily, she grits her teeth. "Strip!" You say, shaking the gun at her. She nods, sighs, and sits on the kitchen floor to unlace h…'

Apologize and get on with it all.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 16:07:18 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Shit," you say, taking a step back. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean for that to happen. Just a reaction." You put your hands over your crotch as she scoops up her shirt and quickly p…'

"Shit," you say, taking a step back. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean for that to happen. Just a reaction." You put your hands over your crotch as she scoops up her shirt and quickly pulls it on. "Seriously," you say. "Sorry."

"Whatever," she says as she tugs on her pants. "You just like every other man I've ever met."

"I wasn't trying anything," you say. "I told you I wouldn't and I didn't."

"Get your shit on," she says, motioning to your clothes. "We need to load up everything we can carry and get out of here."

"Where to?" You ask.

"Didn't I already tell you?" She asks. "To find my mom and sister at the shelter."

"I think you did, I forgot." You say, pulling on your clothes. You can't remember if she told you are not, honestly. Your mind is still reeling thinking about her naked body, and it's hard to remember much else. "So how do we get there through this mess?"

"Well, we go out on the street and look for a car, or we go down to the basement and see if we can slip into the sewer. One or the other."

*[[Tell her you like the idea of finding a car.]]
*[[Tell her you like the idea of slipping into the sewer.]]

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Try a coy response to see how she reacts.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 16:02:15 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"I think we're just getting started," you say softly, still running your fingers through her hair, massaging at her scalp. "I told you not to try anything," she says, eyes narro…'

"I think we're just getting started," you say softly, still running your fingers through her hair, massaging at her scalp.

"I told you not to try anything," she says, eyes narrowing as she glares at you over her shoulder.

You press your luck, and push your hips forward just a little, letting the tip of your cock nestle into the fold of her ass through your boxers. "I'm not trying anything, just checking you to make sure you're okay."

She bites at her bottom lip just a bit, staring at you. Then very slowly she pushes her hips back into you, so that your hard cock goes upright between the cheeks of her ass, and she rocks upward on her heels to push against you. You reach down and around her body and cup her tits into your palms, pulling her body back into yours as you slide your hips downwards, drawing your hardness against the crack of her muscular ass. It feels like heaven.

"You're just like every other man I ever met," she says quietly. "You just want to fuck me."

"You're beautiful," you say. "You turn me on. I can't help myself."

You lean in to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, closing your eyes to relish the moment. Suddenly, she slams an elbow back into your rib cage, knocking you backward and sending the breath out of your lungs.

"What the fuck did I tell you?!" She screams, spinning around on you and lifting the pistol. "I told you not to try anything."

"I'm sorry!" You say through the pain of your ribs. "I thought we were having a moment."

"Just like my step-daddy," she says, through gritted teeth, tears welling in her eyes. "Just wanna fuck me. You just wanna fuck me."

"No, it's not like that," you say, trying to wrap your head around what she's saying. "It's really not, it's-"

But your words are cut short with a blast from the pistol she carries, the bullet speeding across the room and catching you right above the navel. The pain is immediate, and the blow spins you like a top and drops you to the floor. You groan in anguish as she steps over you, pressing the gun against the back of your skull.

"Please!" you manage to mutter, but she pulls the trigger anyway, ending your life.

The End.

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Suppress the urge and check her scalp. can't forget the scalp.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 15:49:36 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You take a deep breath and remind yourself that she does have the gun. As hard as you are, as hard as it is to think of anything else, you stand up slowly. She straightens hersel…'

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that she does have the gun. As hard as you are, as hard as it is to think of anything else, you stand up slowly. She straightens herself out as well, and you step forward just enough to reach up and put your hands in her hair. She leans her head back just a little as your fingers move through the soft hair, down to her scalp, and feel across the flesh there for any irregularities. As your fingers move, you can see the rise and fall of her chest grow deeper. You slow the movement of your fingers just a little, getting a little playful, massaging at her scalp as much as you're searching for anything. Her breath slows, and from your view, it looks as if she momentarily closes her eyes, enjoying your touch.

"You okay?" You ask softly, trying to add a little depth to your voice to lead her in.

"Your dick," she says quietly.

"What about it?" You ask coyly.

"It's poking me in the ass," she says, turning her head to look at you through narrow eyes. "You done playing around?"

*[[apologize and get on with it all.]]
*[[try a coy response to see how she reacts.]]

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Make your move now and see what happens.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 15:42:45 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You can't help yourself. You drop the flashlight, reach up and grab the cheeks of her beautiful ass, and smash your face into her, immediately shoving your tongue through your li…'

You can't help yourself. You drop the flashlight, reach up and grab the cheeks of her beautiful ass, and smash your face into her, immediately shoving your tongue through your lips and into her folds.

"What the fuck!?" She screams, pulling herself away from you and spinning around quick. You put your hands up to apologize, smiling like an idiot, and she levels the gun at you. Before you can speak a word, she pulls the trigger.

The room echoes with the thunderous boom of the gun, and the flash of light blinds you. The bullet rockets from the chamber, down the barrel, and slams just into your clavicle, tearing downwards through your spine and blowing out a fist sized hole just between your shoulder blades. The force of the impact tosses you backwards like a rag doll, dead before you hit the floor.

"You dumb motherfucker," she says quietly. "I fucking told you not to try me."

The End.

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Get your clothes on then examine Cecelia.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 15:37:59 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You pick up your boxers and slip them on, and that seems to calm Cecelia's nerves a bit. You give a smile. "I'm not going to try anything, see?" She nods, sighs, and sits down on…'

You pick up your boxers and slip them on, and that seems to calm Cecelia's nerves a bit. You give a smile. "I'm not going to try anything, see?" She nods, sighs, and sits down on the couch to unlace her boots.

Once she has them off, she peels her socks off her small feet, stuffing them down in the boots. Standing slowly, she takes up the hem of her shirt and peels it up slowly, up over her shoulders and off her head. Her breasts are small, perfectly rounded B cups, and her dark areola are the size of a nickel, the skin tightening there around her little stiffening nipples. She's slender, but her ribs curve out until they meet her firm stomach, curving back in until her hips jut out just slightly. You swallow hard as you find yourself staring, and she shakes her head.

Slowly, she unbuttons the military cargo pants, unfastening the fly, then slides the pants down and kicks them off. Beneath, she wears only a pair of cotton briefs. Nothing fancy or outright sexy, but the curves of her hips against the fabric is exciting enough. Hooking her fingers through the waistband, she peels them down her toned slender legs, and steps out of them, then puts her hands on her hips. Between her legs is a slight bush of hair, but definitely groomed. Just enough to hide the lips of her mound.

You go over and shine the light across her face, examining the detail. She's very pretty in a tomboyish way. No make up, no skin care, just youth and high cheekbones, with dark eyes and tender looking lips. Her neck is slender, swan-like, and her collar bones protrude gently under her dark skin. You can see goose pimples rise as you shine the light across her gorgeous breasts, studying each one a little longer than you should. As the light drifts lower, she arches her back to let you see the underside of each, and you suddenly remember you're supposed to be looking for wounds. You shine the light down over her rib cage, and then that firm belly, suddenly wishing you just run your palm against it. You fix the light on her bush, and look up to her. "Same rules apply, I'm guessing?" You ask. She nods.

"Just don't do anything stupid you're gonna regret." You nod back, then push your fingers into the slight curls off her pubic hair, feeling the skin beneath gently. There's nothing to be felt but the downy softness of her hair, and as you trail a little lower, she takes a deep breath. She steps one foot out to the side so that she's just a bit spread, and then reaches down slowly and puts a finger just at the tip of her mons venus, then pulls upward. Her lips spread open just slight, revealing a light pink interior that immediately causes your cock to jump to life in your boxers. No wounds. Just beautiful skin you wish you could touch.

Trying to be professional, you scan down her legs, looking over the inside and outside of her thighs, her knees, her shins and calves, and then to her slender delicate feet and toes.

You stand, and she turns around as if on cue, outstretching her arms to each side. You shine the light across the taut muscles of her back, and noticing nothing, crouch down. You shine the light across the globes of her ass, and it's a breathtaking sight. Perfectly rounded, toned, the musculature firm but the skin still supple and soft, curving out beyond what you'd previously noticed. You see slight goose pimples raise on her flesh and she slowly leans forward, and the cheeks of her ass spread open, giving you a perfect view of her tightly puckered little starfish, and the slightly parting folds of her vulva. Not so much as a scratch, but all you can think of is shoving your face in.

*[[make your move now and see what happens.]]
*[[suppress the urge and check her scalp. can't forget the scalp.]]

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Be honest and tell her that's just an added bonus.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 15:16:12 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"I mean, if we're being honest here, it's a perk, but it's not the reason," you say, smiling a little. She rolls her eyes. "Seriously," you say. "I'm not one of the bad guys here…'

"I mean, if we're being honest here, it's a perk, but it's not the reason," you say, smiling a little. She rolls her eyes. "Seriously," you say. "I'm not one of the bad guys here. I just don't want you turning on me like this other girl I helped."

"Fine," she says, lifting the gun. "You try anything though, and I will shoot you. Understand?"

"Of course." You say.

"You first," she says.

Realizing there's not point in arguing, you nod, then reach down and peel your shirt up over your head. You kick off your shoes, then use your toes to peel off your socks as you unbuckle your belt and unfasten your pants. Once their undone, you drop them to the floor and step out of them. Reaching to the waist band of your boxers, you slide them down your legs, kick them off, then step to the side, hands on your hips. You immediately notice that Cecelia is doing everything she can not to look directly at your crotch.

She picks up her flashlight, clicks it on, and comes over. You hold out your arms as she leans in and shines the light across your chest, your stomach, down both your arms, up under your chin, and across your forehead. She steps around you and runs her fingers through your hair, feeling for any sort of wound hidden in your scalp. You watch your shadow dance on the wall as she shines the light down your back, over your ass, and down your legs to your feet.

"Bend over," she says.

"What?" You ask, caught a little off guard.

"Bend over motherfucker, I ain't taking any chances. If we're doing this, we're doing this."

You nod, take a deep breath, and lean forward, feeling a little awkward as she shines the light up your under carriage. "Turn around," she says. You stand and turn on your heels, and she shines the light right on your dick. "Lift it up," she says. You do as she says, taking hold of your cock and lifting it to expose the underside. "Drop it," she says. You again do as your told. "Now don't get any fucking ideas," she says. "I warned you." You nod, and she reaches up with her fingers and presses them into your pubic hair, down to the skin beneath to feel for any sort of lesions or wounds.

"You're clean," she says, standing upright, offering over the flashlight.

*[[Cecelia's turn.]]
*[[get your clothes on then examine Cecelia.]]

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Convince her that you're better off going together than each alone.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 15:01:31 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"I'm only human," you say, putting up your hands to show you meant no harm. "So I checked you out a little. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, it was just sort of an impuls…'

"I'm only human," you say, putting up your hands to show you meant no harm. "So I checked you out a little. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, it was just sort of an impulse."

"Pffft," she says, rolling her eyes.

"I'm serious. I'm not a bad guy, and two can carry more supplies than one. Besides, you have the gun, right?"

She nods. "I do."

"You know I'm making sense. We need to check each other for bites, or cuts, or scratches, or whatever. Just in case."

"Again, I don't like the idea," she says, canting her head. "I got a feeling you just want to see me take my clothes off."

*[[be honest and tell her that's just an added bonus.]]
*[[tell her you have no interest in anything like that.]]

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Ask her why she needs supplies.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:56:48 GMT

MrMe2:

"Why do you need supplies?" You ask, checking the locks on the front door one more time.

"Because everything is going to shut down, if it hasn't already. Anyone who ain't infected is going to rush out and try and get food and water, and most of them will probably end up infected. So you get what you can carry and only when it's safe." She grabs a couple of boxes of macaroni from your cupboard and stashes them in her bag. "Food. Water. Light. Fire. Anything you can carry."

*[[ask her who she is...]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Get up, steel your nerves, and help Claire.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:53:09 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You swallow your fear and your doubt for a moment, realizing Claire is right. You get to your feet, trying not to think about the dead woman. Taking hold of her wrists, and Clair…'

You swallow your fear and your doubt for a moment, realizing Claire is right. You get to your feet, trying not to think about the dead woman. Taking hold of her wrists, and Claire taking hold of her ankles, you drag her just out the door. Leaving her outside, you head back in, and Claire locks up the door tight behind you. It's a heavy steel door with two padlocks and a chain, and it looks as safe as you could get.

The office is about ten foot wide and fifteen feet deep, with a singular desk, a small water cooler in the back corner, and two doors at the back. One is labeled "closet" and the other "restroom." Claire checks them both immediately as you slump to the floor, staring at the blood stain left by the woman you've just killed.

You know it had to be done. Still, you've never actually killed anyone before. Maybe Claire's boyfriend, but that was different. You weren't sure. You were outright defending yourself. This woman, even though infected with whatever the hell is getting to people, was unable to defend herself, and you killed her. What if there was a cure? What if the disease, or infection passed? What if-

"Hey," Claire interupted your train of thought, crouching down in front of you. "Look at me," she says. "I know that must have been difficult as hell, but you don't have time to feel guilty, okay? She had whatever everyone is getting, and she would have hurt us, or given us the disease. You did what had to be done."

You nod. You know it's true. It's just difficult to face the idea of ending someone's life.

"There are a couple of rain jackets in the closet back there. We need to get out of these wet clothes. We can't take any chances."

"I think that's an old wives tale, that you get sick from wet clothes," you say, sighing softly, trying to push the thoughts from your mind.

"You really want to risk it?"

*[[don't risk it. change out of the clothes.]]
*[[stay in your wet clothes.]]

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Use your knife.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:43:34 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Too much noise," you say, pushing down the barrel and drawing your knife. The old woman moves toward you, dragging one of her legs, apparently more wounded than she looks. She…'

"Too much noise," you say, pushing down the barrel and drawing your knife. The old woman moves toward you, dragging one of her legs, apparently more wounded than she looks.

She starts to reach for you, and you panic, having never done this or anything like it before. You slash at her hand with the knife, and lop off her pinkie and dig far enough into her ring finger to leave it hanging. She pulls the hand back quickly and groans as you take a step back.

"Mmmmmm," she growls. "Huuuuuurt me gooooood," she moans, taking another step toward you. You swing again with the knife, almost blinding, and slash her just across the top of her forearm, peeling the skin back there like you were skinning a fruit. She growls again, but keeps coming, so you slash and slash and slash madly, until you've damaged the arm enough that it falls limply at her side.

Claire gets tired of waiting for you to finish the job and steps in with you, reaching up with the butt of the shotgun and smashing the woman in the side of the head. The old woman buckles at the knees and collapses to the floor, a trickle of blood running from the ear just next to the spot Claire walloped her.

"Jesus," she says quietly, looking at you. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" She points to the woman. "Stab her in the heart or something, we can't just leave her like this."

You take a deep breath, turn the knife over in both your hands, and crouch down by the woman. Has to be done, you tell yourself. Has to. You put the knife just above her chest, close your eyes, and push it down with all your might. The old woman lets out a long slow gasp, her eyes open for a moment, and then she roll back slowly in her head.

You leave the knife and crawl back to put your back against the wall, shocked.

"We have to drag out her. I'm not staying in here with her lying there."

*[[tell claire you can't do it.]]
*[[get up, steel your nerves, and help Claire.]]

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Hide in the manager's office.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:33:04 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'The two of you slip quietly along the wall, trying to make as little noise as possible, unsure what might be inside. With your back to the wall, you reach out slowly and push the…'

The two of you slip quietly along the wall, trying to make as little noise as possible, unsure what might be inside. With your back to the wall, you reach out slowly and push the door open just a bit. Peeking your head around, you shine the flashlight in.

Just inside, a woman in a city worker uniform is standing with her back to you. Her gray hair frazzled and hanging down her back. When you hit her with the light, she turns slowly, and her face is horrid. One of her eyes hangs from the socket, blood spilling out around it and dripping off her chin to the front of her stained uniform. Around her nose and cheeks are thick blisters that seem to pulse and throb, and her forehead is marred by a thick red rash. Her eyes are glassy white, and she opens her mouth slowly, licking at her lips with a thick purple tongue. "Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeaatttt," she says, reaching up slowly to grasp her own breast.

Claire raises the shotgun past your shoulder.

*[[let claire shoot.]]
*[[use your knife.]]

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Head down into the subway.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:28:13 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'Taking Claire by the hand, you rush across the street, hop up onto the sidewalk, and take the first few steps down into the subway system. You flick on your flashlight, and find …'

Taking Claire by the hand, you rush across the street, hop up onto the sidewalk, and take the first few steps down into the subway system. You flick on your flashlight, and find rivers of rain pouring down the steps. You take each step carefully, pausing only once to wince at a crack of thunder and lighting over head. Finally, you slip down to the main platform of the subway station, and glance around.

It's dark, but there are a few emergency lights shining red along the walls, casting an eerie hue across the terminal. A train sits empty on the tracks, it's doors open, and by the scattered belongs around the exits, it looks like everyone on board left in a hurry.

You pause to take a few slow deep breaths, and look back to Claire. "So, what now?"

"I don't know," she says. "The trains obviously aren't running, so we either find a little office and hunker down for awhile and hope the weather passes, or we jump down onto the tracks and head up the tunnels."

You glance around with your flashlight, and you do see a small door in the wall just down the way marked "management." It's slightly ajar, and you fear the worst for that. Still, trudging down the tracks might not be a better option.

*[[hide in the manager's office.]]
*[[take the tunnels and continue on to the police station.]]

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Stay on foot for now.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:21:49 GMT

MrMe2:

You scream over the wind and the rain. "If the car is locked, we'll have to bust out a window, and drive around like that. Even if we do get in, what if you can't hotwire it?"

"Then what do we do?" She yells back, holding up a hand to shield her face from the driving wind and rain.

You glance around, and up the road you can faintly see a car sitting at a stop light, lights on, driver door open. Off to your left and right, there are tons of other buildings, all with the power out and most likely too dangerous to attempt, but there's also an entrance to the subway. It would be just as dark, probably, but at least you'd be out of the wind and the rain.

You yell back to Claire the options you've scouted, and she gives you a nod, waiting for you to lead the way.

*[[head for that car in the intersection.]]
*[[head down into the subway.]]

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Stay on foot for now.

MrMe2 — Thu, 23 Jun 2016 14:19:36 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You scream over the wind and the rain. "If the car is locked, we'll have to bust out a window, and drive around like that. Even if we do get in, what if you can't hotwire it?" "…'

Dive for the gun

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:41:15 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You leap across the floor and grab the gun with both hands just as she rolls over to make her move. You get to your feet, laughing just a little. You've bested her. She gets up…'

You leap across the floor and grab the gun with both hands just as she rolls over to make her move. You get to your feet, laughing just a little. You've bested her.

She gets up on her knees, eyeballing you angrily as you level the gun with her. "Whatcha gonna do now, big man?"

You pull back the hammer on the pistol and consider your options.

*[[tell her to strip out of her clothes]]
*[[tell her to get out of your apartment and never come back]]

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Punch her right in her face

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:38:45 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You let go of her wrist to raise your arm, and just as you swing down to punch her in the nose, she sticks a forearm up and blocks your shot. Then, just as quickly, she uses the …'

You let go of her wrist to raise your arm, and just as you swing down to punch her in the nose, she sticks a forearm up and blocks your shot. Then, just as quickly, she uses the forearm to push your arm aside and reaches up and clocks you square on the tip of the nose. Blood spurts from your nostrils and your vision goes blurry, and as you reach for the swollen blob that is your nose, she pushes you backwards, off of her.

You hear her pick up the gun, the metal scraping on the kitchen floor as she slides it up into her hand. "You were going to rape me, you sick fuck!?"

You mutter apologies, and try to roll over to explain yourself, as blood leaks down your lips and across your cheeks. You can barely see, but it's obvious she has the gun trained on you.

There's a loud bang that echoes off the walls, and a bright light flashes through the kitchen as the gun goes off. At first, you feel nothing but fear. Then there's a searing pain, like someone dumped gasoline between your legs and set you on fire. You glance down and see a bloody smoking hole right in the crotch of your jeans, and suddenly the pain crawls across every nerve in your body. You curl into a little ball and whimper, and the girl doesn't say another word. She takes everything you have, and leaves you to bleed to death, in horrid pain, on the kitchen floor.

It's pretty much exactly what you deserve.

The End.

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Put your hands up and surrender

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:33:08 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You immediately reconsider your move, and put both hands in the air. "Sorry!" You say. She lowers the gun, angrily, but levels it square between your eyes. "You pig," she says…'

You immediately reconsider your move, and put both hands in the air. "Sorry!" You say.

She lowers the gun, angrily, but levels it square between your eyes.

"You pig," she says softly. "Just like my step-daddy," she mutters. "Fuck you and every man like you." And she squeezes the trigger.

You see a brilliant flash of light, hear a loud boom, and everything goes black.

The End.

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Make your move! attack her now!

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:30:55 GMT

MrMe2:

You push off your heels and dive for her, wrapping her up around the midsection. Your weight drives her backwards into the fridge door, slamming the air out of her lungs. The pistol goes flying from her grasp, but she brings a fist down hard in the small of your back, struggling to get free.

You rock back and then push her hard against the fridge again, slamming her body into the door, knocking the cereal boxes on top of it to the floor. She pounds at your back with her fists, screaming in anger as you turn and drag her to the floor. Pinning her beneath your weight, you struggle to get her arms down, pinning her wrists next to her head. Her eyes move to the gun, just a foot away on the kitchen floor.

*[[punch her right in her face]]
*[[dive for the gun]]

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Make your move! attack her now!

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:30:10 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You push off your heels and dive for her, wrapping her up around the midsection. Your weight drives her backwards into the fridge door, slamming the air out of her lungs. The pis…'

You push off your heels and dive for her, wrapping her up around the midsection. Your weight drives her backwards into the fridge door, slamming the air out of her lungs. The pistol goes flying from her grasp, but she brings a fist down hard in the small of your back, struggling to get free.

You rock back and then push her hard against the fridge again, slamming her body into the door, knocking the cereal boxes on top of it to the floor. She pounds at your back with her fists, screaming in anger as you turn and drag her to the floor. Pinning her beneath your weight, you struggle to get her arms down, pinning her wrists next to her head. Her eyes move to the gun, just a foot away on the kitchen floor.

*[[punch her right in her face]]
*[[go for the gun]]

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Tell her that isn't enough for the goods.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:20:09 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"That's not enough," you say, rounding the kitchen counter. "I want to fuck you." "You best back away," she says, pointing the gun at you. "C'mon, you aren't going to shoot me…'

"That's not enough," you say, rounding the kitchen counter. "I want to fuck you."

"You best back away," she says, pointing the gun at you.

"C'mon, you aren't going to shoot me. You want the supplies, and I want to fuck you. What's wrong with that?"

"You're a sick asshole, and I'm not fucking you for food and water," she says.

You reach out slowly, trying to calm her, and she rares back with the pistol to clock you on the head.

*[[make your move! attack her now!]]
*[[put your hands up and surrender]]

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Tell her you need more or the deal is off.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:17:11 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Well this is boring as shit. I can't get off like this. You're going to have to do something else, or the deal is off." "You sure about that?" She asks. You nod, even as she st…'

"Well this is boring as shit. I can't get off like this. You're going to have to do something else, or the deal is off."

"You sure about that?" She asks. You nod, even as she strokes.

Slowly, she leans in close to you and presses her lips to her ear. "Close your eyes, then," she whispers. Her breath in your ear sends chills down your spine as she speeds her stroking of your cock. You do as your told, and suddenly feel her hand slip down the back of your pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you say, trying to shimmy away, but her muscular arms hold you in her grip. Her slender finger sneaks between the cheeks of your ass as your wiggle to get free, and with a forceful push, she's knuckle deep up your ass.

"You wanted more, motherfucker," she says quietly, wiggling her finger deeper inside you as you buck and fight to get free. There's a sharp pain as she moves her finger deeper, and then it's suddenly gone as she presses into something inside you you've never been aware of.

"Holy fuck!" You shout, pleasure welling from beneath your balls as she strokes something deep inside you, and the sensation rises along your cock. "Holy fuck!" You shout again, as your cock twitches, shooting a heavy stream of cum out across the empty air, spattering against the kitchen counter. Your knees buckle as a second string launches from the tip of your erection, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, before you actually buckle down to the floor, your weight pulling her hands free of you.

"There," she says. "We're done." She moves around to the kitchen again, using a bottle of water to wash her hands. "Deals a deal, right?"

She leaves quickly, with most of your supplies. You lock up the door and sit alone in your apartment for days, until your food and water run out. You scavenge what you can from nearby apartments, but after a month, the outside world is too dangerous, and your lack of food and water makes you weaker and weaker. Two months after you successfully negotiated that handjob, you die alone, starved, dehydrated, and afraid of the outside world.

But at least you got that one last go, right?

THE END.

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Ask her if you play with her pussy a little.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:08:30 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"At least let me play with your pussy a little," you say. "Just put my hands down your pants and-" "No, motherfucker," she interrupts. "You're testing my patience here. Hurry up…'

"At least let me play with your pussy a little," you say. "Just put my hands down your pants and-"

"No, motherfucker," she interrupts. "You're testing my patience here. Hurry up."

*[[ask her if you can play with her tits.]]
*[[ask her to suck it a little.]]
*[[tell her you need more or the deal is off.]]
*[[ask her to take off her clothes.]]

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Ask her to take off her clothes.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:06:17 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Why don't you take off some of your clothes? Let me see you naked? That would help a lot." Still stroking you, she shakes her head. "No," she says quietly. "Just hurry the fuck…'

"Why don't you take off some of your clothes? Let me see you naked? That would help a lot."

Still stroking you, she shakes her head. "No," she says quietly. "Just hurry the fuck up."

*[[ask her if you can play with her tits.]]
*[[ask her to suck it a little.]]
*[[ask her if you play with her pussy a little.]]

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Ask her to suck it a little.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:04:50 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"If you sucked my cock this would go a lot faster," you say. "I'm sure it would," she says. "Not going to happen, asshole. That's why I said handjob and not blowjob." *[[as…'

"If you sucked my cock this would go a lot faster," you say.

"I'm sure it would," she says. "Not going to happen, asshole. That's why I said handjob and not blowjob."

*[[ask her if you can play with her tits.]]
*[[ask her if you play with her pussy a little.]]
*[[ask her to take off her clothes.]]

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Ask her if you can play with her tits.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 18:03:32 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Let me play with your tits a little," you say. She sighs again. "Fine," she mutters, angrily. You reach up as she strokes you, moving to stick your hands under her shirt, and …'

"Let me play with your tits a little," you say. She sighs again.

"Fine," she mutters, angrily.

You reach up as she strokes you, moving to stick your hands under her shirt, and she stops you. "Over the shirt, asshole."

You cup the softness of both her breasts, and even through the fabric the youthfulness of her b cups is apparent. Her nipples are small but hard as rocks in your palms, and you pinch at each one playfully through the fabric. You're getting closer, imagining what they must look like hovering over your face as she bounced up and down on your hips, but not closing enough. After a minute, she's losing her patience.

"I told you to hurry."

"I'm trying," you say. "Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" She asks.

*[[ask her to suck it a little.]]
*[[ask her if you play with her pussy a little.]]
*[[ask her to take off her clothes.]]

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Accept the handjob.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:57:59 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Fine," you say, reaching down to unzip your fly. She shakes her head and angrily sighs as she sets her bag and gun down on the kitchen counter and steps around into the living r…'

"Fine," you say, reaching down to unzip your fly. She shakes her head and angrily sighs as she sets her bag and gun down on the kitchen counter and steps around into the living room area. You pull your cock free from the front of your boxers and look down at it. It's already hardening just at the notion.

"You're an asshole," she says. "you know that, right?" You nod. She stares you dead in the eyes angrily as she reaches her palm up to her lips, parts them, and spits in her hand. Slowly, she wraps her long thin fingers around your cock, and tightens her grip. Her wrist rocks slightly, pivoting her hand along your shaft. You grow harder at her touch, as she softly manipulates your cock. Angrily, she stares at you as bit your bottom lip, enjoying the attention. Stroking softly, every inch of your erection is rigid as steel.

"Hurry up," she says.

"I can't just hurry it up," you say. "There's got to be a mood, or something. Something to make it go faster."

She sighs. "Like what?"

*[[ask her if you can play with her tits.]]
*[[ask her to suck it a little.]]
*[[ask her if you play with her pussy a little.]]
*[[ask her to take off her clothes.]]

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She's going to have to pay with her body.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:50:21 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You feel a twinge of naughtiness in the fiber of your being. Maybe it's because it's been awhile. Maybe it's because you feel like a wolf with a sheep in your kitchen. Either way…'

You feel a twinge of naughtiness in the fiber of your being. Maybe it's because it's been awhile. Maybe it's because you feel like a wolf with a sheep in your kitchen. Either way, you decide to take advantage of what amounts to a pretty terrible situation on her part.

"You could let me fuck you," you say. Her eyes go wide.

"Excuse me?" She says.

"You let me fuck you, and you can take whatever you want," you say again. Her jaw tightens, you can hear her teeth grit, and her eyes narrow.

"Or I could just point this big ass gun at you and take whatever I want." She says.

"You could," you say. "You'd be stealing from me and leaving me to die, but you could do that, I guess."

She shakes her head. "You dirty motherfucker," she says. "A handjob. I'll give you a handjob."

*[[accept the handjob.]]
*[[tell her that isn't enough for the goods.]]

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Ask her what she has on her for trade

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:46:06 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"I got food an water," she says. "A zippo lighter, a box of ammunition, a pocket knife, and my pistol." She shakes her head. "Nothing I can let go. All of it I need." "So you're…'

"I got food an water," she says. "A zippo lighter, a box of ammunition, a pocket knife, and my pistol." She shakes her head. "Nothing I can let go. All of it I need."

"So you're asking me to be charitable then, and give you what you need to probably run out there and die anyway?" You fold your arms. "Meanwhile, I have to go forage for my own shit if this takes to long to get sorted out."

She sighs. "What do you want?" She asks.

*[[she's going to have to pay with her body.]]
*[[just let her have the supplies.]]

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Tell her you're fine with that, but she'll have to pay you for the supplies.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:42:39 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Fine, if that's how you want it to be," you say. "But you can't just take my food and water and haul ass." "Oh yeah?" She says. "I got the gun. I can do what I want." "You alr…'

"Fine, if that's how you want it to be," you say. "But you can't just take my food and water and haul ass."

"Oh yeah?" She says. "I got the gun. I can do what I want."

"You already said you wouldn't shoot me." You say.

"You want to test that theory?" She asks.

"No, but I know it's fair to me to let you take off with my supplies."

She sighs. Shakes her head. Looks angry. "Fine. What do you want."

*[[ask her what she has on her for trade]]
*[[tell her you trust her to make it fair to you.]]

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Tell her you'll have to search each other.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:39:13 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Oh?" She says, looking a little hostile. "Just strip naked and poke and prod at each other to be sure we're both on the up and up, huh?" "I didn't mean it like that, or anythin…'

"Oh?" She says, looking a little hostile. "Just strip naked and poke and prod at each other to be sure we're both on the up and up, huh?"

"I didn't mean it like that, or anything."

"Bullshit," she says. "I saw you staring at my tits when there were two dead bodies lying a foot away. I think maybe you and I just cut and run, go our separate ways, then."

*[[tell her you're fine with that, but she'll have to pay you for the supplies.]]
*[[convince her that you're better off going together than each alone.]]

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Ask her how you can know she isn't infected.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:36:11 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"How do I know you aren't infected though?" You ask. "I mean, I've seen with my own eyes that it takes a couple of hours before it really kicks in." She turns and looks to you, …'

"How do I know you aren't infected though?" You ask. "I mean, I've seen with my own eyes that it takes a couple of hours before it really kicks in."

She turns and looks to you, perking a brow. "I could ask the same about you," she says.

"And I think you should. We can't really just go around trusting people if things are as bad as you say. Or I've seen."

"Well, you got some kind of idea?" She asks.

*[[ask her who she is.]]
*[[ask her why she needs supplies.]]
*[[tell her you'll have to search each other.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Ask her what she plans on doing.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:33:02 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"What do I plan on doing?" she asks, turning to you. "Surviving." "And that's it?" You ask. "Just sit around and wait?" She sighs, hangs her head for a moment. "No," she says q…'

"What do I plan on doing?" she asks, turning to you. "Surviving."

"And that's it?" You ask. "Just sit around and wait?"

She sighs, hangs her head for a moment. "No," she says quietly. "Before the phones went out, my mom and my brother were on the L train, coming home. She called to say that the police were stopping the train and pulling everyone off, sending them to some shelter up on 9th street. I'm going to go find them."

"That's like seven blocks from here," you say, concerned.

"Eight," she answers.

"What about your stepdad?" You ask.

"I don't know where he is and I don't care." She packs up a few can goods and a few bottled waters. "Same goes for you. You can stay behind and sit it out, or you can come with me. I don't care."

*[[ask her who she is.]]
*[[ask her why she needs supplies.]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Ask her why she needs supplies.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:26:11 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Why do you need supplies?" You ask, checking the locks on the front door one more time. "Because everything is going to shut down, if it hasn't already. Anyone who ain't infect…'

"Why do you need supplies?" You ask, checking the locks on the front door one more time.

"Because everything is going to shut down, if it hasn't already. Anyone who ain't infected is going to rush out and try and get food and water, and most of them will probably end up infected. So you get what you can carry and only when it's safe." She grabs a couple of boxes of macaroni from your cupboard and stashes them in her bag. "Food. Water. Light. Fire. Anything you can carry."

*[[ask her who she is.]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Ask her who she is...

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:23:18 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'With the window and doors locked again, and your new friend now rifling through your cabinets, you start to wonder exactly who she is. "Who are you?" you ask. "I think I've seen…'

With the window and doors locked again, and your new friend now rifling through your cabinets, you start to wonder exactly who she is.

"Who are you?" you ask. "I think I've seen you around here."

"Yeah, I lived on the bottom floor. In apartment six. With my stepdad, my mom, and a kid brother. Name's Karen."

"Why are you up here, then?" You ask.

"Because I need supplies." She said, shooting you a look like your a dumb-ass for asking.

*[[ask her why she needs supplies.]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Ask her not to shoot the girl in your apartment.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:19:23 GMT

MrMe2:

"Can you please not do that in here?" You ask.

"Afraid of dirtying your carpet?" The girl asks, smirking. She turns back to you and points to the girl in the chair. "That girl bites you, claws you, pisses on you, anything to get her fluids mixed with yours, and you'll end up just like her. She ain't afraid of anything, and she ain't afraid of hurting herself to get out of those ropes. Don't be stupid."

"I just don't want her shot in here." You say again. "Please."

The woman sighs, shakes her head, then says "Fine," quietly. She goes over to the window at the fire escape, undoes the latch, and goes back over to the girl in the chair. With her boot, she kicks at the chair, scooting it towards the window. "You want to help me with this?"

"We're just going to throw her down the fire-escape?" You ask, a bit shocked.

"No, we can shoot her and be done with it right now," she says. Take your pick.

You go over and get down on your hands and knees, pushing at the legs of the chair to keep away from the snarling girl strapped to it. You keep your mouth shut tight and your eyes even tighter as you push, fearing even a single drop of blood. Finally, you feel the front of the chair hit the wall.

As you stand, your new friend pushes the back of the chair with the boot until it topples through the window and slams down on the fire-escape outside. Before you can say much else, she pushes again with her boot, pushing the chair and the girl over the side of the escape, cracking through the old rusty hand rails, until she falls two stories to the pavement below with a thud.

"Look at her," your friend says.

You peer out the window, and to your amazement, you see the woman, both arms broken and one leg twisted out of shape, begin crawling away from the shattered chair. "No pain, no fear. Just like I said." Then she shuts the window.

*[[ask her who she is...]]
*[[ask her why she needs supplies.]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Ask her not to shoot the girl in your apartment.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:18:31 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Can you please not do that in here?" You ask. "Afraid of dirtying your carpet?" The girl asks, smirking. She turns back to you and points to the girl in the chair. "That girl b…'

"Can you please not do that in here?" You ask.

"Afraid of dirtying your carpet?" The girl asks, smirking. She turns back to you and points to the girl in the chair. "That girl bites you, claws you, pisses on you, anything to get her fluids mixed with yours, and you'll end up just like her. She ain't afraid of anything, and she ain't afraid of hurting herself to get out of those ropes. Don't be stupid."

"I just don't want her shot in here." You say again. "Please."

The woman sighs, shakes her head, then says "Fine," quietly. She goes over to the window at the fire escape, undoes the latch, and goes back over to the girl in the chair. With her boot, she kicks at the chair, scooting it towards the window. "You want to help me with this?"

"We're just going to throw her down the fire-escape?" You ask, a bit shocked.

"No, we can shoot her and be done with it right now," she says. Take your pick.

You go over and get down on your hands and knees, pushing at the legs of the chair to keep away from the snarling girl strapped to it. You keep your mouth shut tight and your eyes even tighter as you push, fearing even a single drop of blood. Finally, you feel the front of the chair hit the wall.

As you stand, your new friend pushes the back of the chair with the boot until it topples through the window and slams down on the fire-escape outside. Before you can say much else, she pushes again with her boot, pushing the chair and the girl over the side of the escape, cracking through the old rusty hand rails, until she falls two stories to the pavement below with a thud.

"Look at her," your friend says.

You peer out the window, and to your amazement, you see the woman, both arms broken and one leg twisted out of shape, begin crawling away from the shattered chair. "No pain, no fear. Just like I said." Then she shuts the window.

*[[ask her who she is.]]
*[[ask her why she needs supplies.]]
*[[ask her how you can know she isn't infected.]]
*[[ask her what she plans on doing.]]

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Tell the girl what you have in your apartment. honestly.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:05:49 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You explain the situation your ran into in the hall earlier, and how quickly it all turned nasty. You give her everything you can remember, including telling her about the girl t…'

You explain the situation your ran into in the hall earlier, and how quickly it all turned nasty. You give her everything you can remember, including telling her about the girl tied up in your apartment. As soon as you've finished, she takes you by the wrist, and pulls you out the door behind her.

"Which apartment?" she asks. You point weakly. She marches down the hall and in through the door, pulling you in behind her.

"Shit," she says, looking at the tied up girl. You look over and see thick red pustules forming around her nose, mouth, and eyes, and dark red rash across her forehead. Her eyes are glassy, and she's growling softly at the two of you when you go in. "How long she been here?"

"Not long. Couple of hours maybe." You say, shrugging.

"And she wasn't like this when you brought her in?" You shake her head no. "So this shit moves fast. Whatever it is." She lifts her gun and points it at the girl.

*[[ask her not to shoot the girl in your apartment.]]
*[[let her do what has to be done.]]

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She's lying! try to get the gun from her.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 17:01:34 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"I don't believe you!" You shout heroically, jumping towards the girl and reaching for the gun. You get your hand around the barrel and yank it off to the side, but the girl isn'…'

"I don't believe you!" You shout heroically, jumping towards the girl and reaching for the gun. You get your hand around the barrel and yank it off to the side, but the girl isn't exactly unprepared for your attack. She balls up a fist and clocks you just inside the cheek, smashing your brains around like slush inside your head. Your lights nearly go out from the shock, and you buckle to the floor, tasting just a bit of blood from the inside of your mouth.

"Man, you stupid," she says, stepping over you and placing the gun against the back of your head. "If I was the person you think I was, I would have already killed you, dude. Don't you get that?"

You take a minute to wind back around from the pain, and realize she has a point. She had the drop on you at the beginning, and could have shot you there.

"I ain't gonna shoot you, unless you keep doing stupid shit like that. You got me?" She says. You nod slowly, figuring you've got a better chance with her than dead on the floor.

"Now," she says. "Your apartment. What's left in there?"

*[[tell the girl what you have in your apartment. honestly.]]

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Demand to know why she shot these people.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:55:34 GMT

MrMe2:

"Did you shoot these people?" You ask, pointing to the bodies. You hadn't heard gunshots, but with so many explosions outside, maybe the noise was covered.

"I did," she said, canting her head. "Had to."

"Why?" you ask.

"Are you stupid? Haven't you seen what's going on? People are getting some sort of virus, or disease, and they go crazy. They rape and murder and steal and even kill one another. You can't take chances. You shoot first, ask questions later."

"Did you know them?" You ask.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lebowitz. Yeah. I knew them. Used to walk their dog." She points to the two with the pistol. "Dog must have been infected and bit them. They were eating the dog when I came in, and it was still biting them. Mr. Lebowitz tried to come up...and..."she interrupted herself. "Doesn't matter. They were infected. Had to do it."

She turns the gun back to you. "Now, you got any goods in your apartment? Food. Water?"

*[[she's lying! try to get the gun from her.]]
*[[tell the girl what you have in your apartment. honestly.]]

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Demand to know why she shot these people.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:53:37 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Did you shoot these people?" You ask, pointing to the bodies. You hadn't heard gunshots, but with so many explosions outside, maybe the noise was covered. "I did," she said, ca…'

"Did you shoot these people?" You ask, pointing to the bodies. You hadn't heard gunshots, but with so many explosions outside, maybe the noise was covered.

"I did," she said, canting her head. "Had to."

"Why?" you ask.

"Are you stupid? Haven't you seen what's going on? People are getting some sort of virus, or disease, and they go crazy. They rape and murder and steal and even kill one another. You can't take chances. You shoot first, ask questions later."

"Did you know them?" You ask.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lebowitz. Yeah. I knew them. Used to walk their dog." She points to the two with the pistol. "Dog must have been infected and bit them. They were eating the dog when I came in, and it was still biting them. Mr. Lebowitz tried to come up...and..."she interrupted herself. "Doesn't matter. They were infected. Had to do it."

She turns the gun back to you. "Now, you got any goods in your apartment? Food. Water?"

*[[tell the girl who you are.]]
*[[demand to know why she shot these people.]]

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Tell the girl who you are.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:48:16 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You tell the girl your name. "I'm from across the hall. I just saw the door was open on my way out and wanted to see if anyone was okay in here." The girl looks you up and down,…'

You tell the girl your name. "I'm from across the hall. I just saw the door was open on my way out and wanted to see if anyone was okay in here."

The girl looks you up and down, still pointing the pistol in your direction. You both hear another explosion off in the distance, and you turn to look out the window at the fireball that rises into the sky.

"You got any goods in your apartment? Food, water, anything?" She asks.

*[[tell the girl what you have in your apartment. honestly.]]
*[[demand to know why she shot these people.]]

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Sneak up on the apartment.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:45:58 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You turn the flashlight down towards the floor, trying to give off as little light as possible as you creep along the hall. Once you get closer to the door, you pause when you he…'

You turn the flashlight down towards the floor, trying to give off as little light as possible as you creep along the hall. Once you get closer to the door, you pause when you hear distant gunshots below you in the building. Three quick pops, then silence again. You take a deep breath, steel your nerves, and peek around the doorway of the apartment.

Just inside, laying on the living room carpet, are two bodies, both of their heads blasted out by some sort of firearm. You swallow hard and put your forearm under your nose to stifle your gag reflex, then turn the flashlight away so you don't have to look anymore. Just as you do, you hear a mechanical clicking sound, and feel something cold and hard press into the side of your head.

"Name, motherfucker!" You hear a woman's voice call out. "Quick!"

"I...I...I..."you stumble over your word's realizing there's a gun to a head. "I'm not one of them! Please don't shoot me!"

Someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into the apartment, shutting the door as you enter. You flick on the flashlight quickly and turn it up to see who it is that has you pinned.

You've seen the girl around the apartments. Seventeen, maybe eighteen years old. Dark chocolate colored skin, big round almond eyes, and thick raspberry lips that take up most of the lower span of her face. Her hair was natural, a thick tuft of curls behind a bandanna wrapped around her forehead. She had the body of an athlete. Lithe figure, long legs, strong arms and shoulders, and hips just wide enough to make you pause and take notice. She wore a slim black t-shirt, and some sort of army cargos tucked into hiking boots, and you couldn't help but notice that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed against-

"Hey!" The girl shouted, waving the gun at you. "Who the fuck are you?"

*[[tell the girl who you are.]]
*[[demand to know why she shot these people.]]

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I need to get out of here. the girl is already a goner.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:35:39 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'There's absolutely nothing you can do for the girl, and you know that. Whatever she's got, you can't cure it. It might not even be curable. You sit around and wait to see if it p…'

There's absolutely nothing you can do for the girl, and you know that. Whatever she's got, you can't cure it. It might not even be curable. You sit around and wait to see if it passes and you'll be lucky not to end up just like her. Or worse. If there is worse.

You grab your bug out bag, stuff some water bottles in, a couple of cans of beefaroni, and select a sizable knife from the kitchen drawer. You throw on a coat, and your old rain slicker on top of that, make sure your laces are tight, and finally pick up your flashlight.

"I'll be back if I find help for...whatever it is happened to you," you tell the girl, unsure if she's even aware. She snarls and huffs out gross globs of snot from her nose, and your make for the door. Unlocking it quietly, you peer out into the hall. Blackness. Silence. Nothing.

You slink one foot out and flick on your flashlight. Up the hall it's only a dead end. More apartments that'll just leave you trapped, especially since you don't know who might be inside. Back down the hall is boyfriend, either out cold or dead, or maybe just lumbering around waiting to kill you.

But as you shine your light in the direction you know you need to go, you notice apartment 3C is slightly ajar. You can't remember who lives there, but you remember there's a dog there that yaps all hours of the night. Not now though. Not a sound.

*[[sneak up on the apartment.]]
*[[sneak by the apartment and get downstairs.]]

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Give her a whack from the bottle.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:28:57 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You pick up the mostly empty bottle and heft it around a bit, just to get a feel for it. You've never hit a woman with a bottle before. Not that you can remember. You grasp the …'

You pick up the mostly empty bottle and heft it around a bit, just to get a feel for it. You've never hit a woman with a bottle before. Not that you can remember.

You grasp the next tightly, rare back, and swing it around and the girl's temple, and it clinks hard against her skull. She growls and her head thrashes around, and you can hear her giggling through the gag. You rare back to swing a second time, and suddenly there's a loud thud against the door. Your heart skips a beat. You turn to look and hear the thump again, this time louder. Little splinters of wood fall from around the frame.

As you swing back to put some space between yourself and the door, your front foot slips in the copious amount of blood pooling on the floor around the girl, and you lose your footing in the panic. You fall freely, coming down hard on your back, slamming the back of your head against the floor. For a moment, you see stars, and hear the dull thud of your front door crashing in just as you lose consciousness. You never come to. Whatever's come through the door ends your life. Luckily, you never see it, hear it, or feel it.

The End

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Finish her off quickly.

MrMe2 — Wed, 22 Jun 2016 16:21:51 GMT

MrMe2:

You make a quick trip to your kitchen, and swarm through all the drawers looking for a kitchen knife. You can't take chances. The infection spreads, and you don't know how. You can't take a risk. You've seen enough movies to know that you get tough or you get dead, quick. When you finally pick out a sharp enough knife, you hear a noise behind you.

As you turn, you realize it's her. Now her mouth is snarling, and her glassy eyes have a whitish hue cast over them. Blood from her nose has bathed her face, and she closes the distance between you quickly.

You react, closing your eyes and jabbing out with the knife as she dashes toward you. The blade sinks in just above her collar bone, and slides all the way through the meat of her body and out of her back. Still, her weight slams you backwards, catching your lower back on a counter top, and it takes the wind out of you. As you try weakly to pull the knife free and give her another stabbing, she sinks her teeth into the tip of your nose. You scream in horror and pain, and doubly so when you feel her hand reach down and take hold of your balls. She squeezes with all her might as she opens her mouth again, and you topple to the floor.

As you try to rise, she slides the knife free of her own body, turns it around, and slams the blade down into the top of your skull. All the colors in the room suddenly drain out to black and white, and you taste ice cream somehow. "Did mom make the bed?" You ask, confused as to what those words even mean, before you slump to the floor dead.

The End.

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Ask what's happening in the city.

MrMe2 — Fri, 18 Mar 2016 15:31:55 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Everyone has gone crazy," Mrs. Harrison says quietly. "Violent, dirty, an doing terrible things to each other." "Police were trying to contain the violence," Mr. Harrison inter…'

"Everyone has gone crazy," Mrs. Harrison says quietly. "Violent, dirty, an doing terrible things to each other."

"Police were trying to contain the violence," Mr. Harrison interrupts. "But with the storm, I don't know how much good they're doing. Last we heard, people are killing and raping out there like it's the end of the world."

"Seriously?" You ask. Both of them nod sagely.

*[[Ask the Harrisons if they know anyone infected.]]
*[[Ask the Harrisons how they know this all.]]
*[[Ask what's happening in the city.]]
*[[Thank the Harrisons and leave.]]

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Ask the Harrisons how they know this all.

MrMe2 — Wed, 16 Mar 2016 17:52:26 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"And how do you guys know all this? Just television?" You ask. "Well, there was a little note in the paper a couple of weeks back," Mrs. Harrison says, tapping one of the news r…'

"And how do you guys know all this? Just television?" You ask.

"Well, there was a little note in the paper a couple of weeks back," Mrs. Harrison says, tapping one of the news rags on the couch. "A few sick people quarantined, and then more people day by day."

"Whatever the sickness was, it started spreading worse and worse over the past couple of weeks. It was on the news."

"I don't pay much attention to the news. It's all negativity," you say, then you sip your delicious tea.

*[[Ask the Harrisons if they know anyone infected.]]
*[[Ask what's happening in the city.]]

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Ask the Harrisons if they know anyone infected.

MrMe2 — Wed, 16 Mar 2016 17:45:33 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with '"Not personally, no," Mrs. Harrison says quietly, sitting down on the couch. "But before the power went out, we saw a few on the television. Most of them were being quarantined i…'

"Not personally, no," Mrs. Harrison says quietly, sitting down on the couch. "But before the power went out, we saw a few on the television. Most of them were being quarantined in the hospital."

"They're not saying, but I'm guessing it's small pox." Mr. Harrison said, nodding his head.

"I don't think so," Mrs. Harrison said politely. "We've been over this, Alfred. Small pox doesn't exist anymore. It's all been erad-"

"Bah, you don't know what you're saying, woman. It could be a terrorist attack." Mr. Harrison rolls his eyes and shrugs.

You figure it's best to move on. These two may not be as friendly if you keep let them arguing.

*[[Ask the Harrisons how they know this all.]]
*[[Ask what's happening in the city.]]

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Go into the apartment.

MrMe2 — Wed, 16 Mar 2016 17:29:19 GMT

MrMe2: Created page with 'You step into the apartment, and find it a quaint little place. Mrs. Harrison is pouring two cups of tea, and she smiles at you when you enter. "Warm tea?" she asks. You nod, try…'

You step into the apartment, and find it a quaint little place. Mrs. Harrison is pouring two cups of tea, and she smiles at you when you enter. "Warm tea?" she asks. You nod, trying to be polite, and then Mr. Harrison pushes a few newspaper to one side of the couch and asks you to sit.

"You have family in the area?" He asks, as he picks up his tea cup and settles into a small chair opposite the couch. You shake your head no. "So, you're all alone here." You nod. "Have you called your family today?"

"No," you say. "Phones were out. I wouldn't want to worry them anyway over a storm and...well...riots, I guess."

"Not riots, son," he says quietly. "A sickness. Some sort of disease...or..."

"Viral infection," Mrs. Harrison interrupted, leaning over the couch to hand you a cup of tea. "Passed through any bodily fluid."

*[[Ask the Harrisons if they know anyone infected.]]
*[[Ask the Harrisons how they know this all.]]
*[[Ask what's happening in the city.]]

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