"All right, look I'm gonna just grab some of these peaches and -"Tommy stopped talking as he watched Valerie's eyes widen in fear. He slowly turned an... saw the old man Olsen standing there with a baseball bat ready to beat on them. Tommy stepped in front of his sister to protect her."I thought I told you kids to stop stealing my fruit!" The old man roared."I-I-I'm sorry sir," Tommy stammered.Valerie took a deep breath, as her knees felt weak."Run Valerie! Let's run!" Tommy screamed out.Valerie. Add all that fat on her chest and on her behind ... yeah, she would care about air conditioning a lot more than I would. That made a lot of sense. All right, back to important things."Okay, let's talk about my pecker. Should I get it reduced again?" No, it's fine if you don't change your wife any more. So, are you planning on screwing her as soon as she gets out?" No, we'll wait until tonight for that." Right. Please let me know how that goes. The med-tube gave you some nanites, that's what we. Scattered about my offered form lays the accumulated flotsam and jetsam of my half formed life; an existence that in the last 24 hours has had the fine strung cobwebs and delicate layers of dust ripped from its surface. I stare up at her through filmed pupils; her every deliberate and considered action unfolding before me in slow motion, my vision blurred as if viewing the world through a Vaseline coated camera lens. I watch palpitating as she adjusts the buckles on the fearsome strap on dildo. The mother shouted ‘Carly!’ angrily this time, but the little girl ignored her and kept running away. The zombie could hear her childish laughter. Carly thought this was a game. That was when the zombie stepped out of the woods to scoop the child up and carry her off. But the young mother saw him immediately, and her cries became terrified screams. ‘Carly! Carly! Stop! Stop!’ Carly hesitated and turned around to see her mom sprinting after her. The zombie lurched forward, arms outstretched,.