Sound? who cares? I want to see more of Claire's panties!
From Create Your Own Story
You ignore the sound, and get up from the floor slowly. Stepping over the desk, you lean down to get a better look between Claire's legs. Cotton. Pink. The fabric still a little damp from the rain and perfectly hugged against the shape of her quim. If only you could get the rain jacket up a little more then you could-
"What are you doing?" Claire says, pulling her legs down and covering her crotch with her hands. Her face is puzzled, a bit angry looking.
"I..." you stumble. "I was trying to...look...at the computer..."
"Well it sure as hell isn't up in there," she says, staring angrily at you. "I didn't realize you were such a creep," she says, getting up slowly and reaching for the shotgun. "I don't think I'm too comfortable with you hanging around anymore."
"No, really," you protest. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just-"
"Trying to get a look between my legs, I know, I saw." She dangles the shotgun, not at you, but in your general vicinity. "I think you need to get dressed an leave." You attempt to explain yourself again, but Claire isn't having it. This time she raises the shotgun to show you she means business. "Leave," she says quietly.
You go in and put on your clothes, feeling defeated. You really didn't mean any harm. Or did you? You can't tell anymore. Maybe you're not exactly the nice guy you thought you were. Either way, it's over now.
You head back out, pick up your flashlight and bag, and unlock the door. You think to apologize again, but decided against it when you see Claire's face. You sigh, open the door, and it all goes to shit from there.
Just outside, two bulky men, both nude and covered in what looks like blood and excrement, their hair and eyes wild, are hovered over the woman you killed. One man has her legs wrapped around his waist as he defiles her corpse with a enormous hard-on, and the other man, who was carving at the woman's face with some sort of pocket knife, immediately stands and charges you through the door, growling and howling like a demon.
You topple backwards, and he's on top of you, digging the little pocket knife deep into your flesh just beneath our breast-bone. You scream in agony as the blade sinks in. You hear Claire rack a shell into the chamber of the shotgun as the man leans down and sinks his bloody teeth into your cheek, and you hear the report of the shotgun blast through the room. You can't see it, but Claire took the time to shoot the second man before he could get through the door, and you watch as the teeth of the man on top of you wrench upwards, tearing flesh and muscle from your cheek in long stringy gory bits. You howls again, and this time Claire puts buckshot right into the man's chest, and he topples backwards off of you from the blast.
You writhe in pain on the floor as Claire steps over you, surveying the damage. "Oh shit!" She exclaims. "Ohhhh shit," she says again. "I'm sorry, but he got you. He bit you. There's nothing we can do for you now."
You wrap your fingers around the knife in your chest, reeling from the shock and the pain, and Claire lowers the barrel to your head. "I'm sorry. It'll be quick," she says.
The blast is just a flash of light and noise that quickly dissipates as the world goes black, and you fade into death.
Probably wasn't the best time to try and get your jollies, right?
The End.
