Head back to Marla's place.
From Create Your Own Story
"I think you're right on the gun store. We can take your shotgun and the extra one and head out."
"What about the radio?" Marla asks.
"I don't know shit about electronics, especially archaic shit like that. Do you?"
Marla shakes her head. "Nope."
The two of you leave the radio behind and sneak back out the door in the back of the shop, into the darkness of the alley. Save for the pounding of the rain and the thunder cracking above you, there's no sound at all. You sneak back the way you came slowly, inch by inch, and by the time you've made it back into Marla's place, you're both soaked to the bone.
"Man, if this rain doesn't stop, we're not going to have to worry about anything but drowning," she says, bolting up the door behind you. "Maybe we'll get raped and murdered first, I dunno."
"That's not all that funny," you say, slipping out of your wet shoes.
"I never said it was," Marla mutters, as she kicks off her own shoes, and then reaches down to unbutton her jeans. "But it is what it is, y'know? World has officially gone fucking nuts."
You watch as she slides her jeans down her toned slender legs as if she isn't bothered by you staring. Her black silk panties cling to her every nook and cranny, and drip long beads of water down her thighs. She tosses the jeans off into a corner, and then quickly peels her shirt up over her head. Expecting to see an equally sexy bra, you're confused when you see that almost every inch of her upper torso is wrapped in some sort of bandaging.
