..No one's there..."What the fuck?" Stepping outside and walking down some steps, you look around and see no trace of anybody as a few cars drive past...your house. Looking at your house it’s just a small simple one-story house, near where you work. You have neighbors on both sides though you really don’t know them that well. On the north side you got a serious Packers fan as almost everything in his yard has some reference to green bay, He about mid-40s average height, short brown hair and a. The old fashioned metal bed banged and rattled as Rosemary and I rolled our way around the room. Fingers ripped clothing off, scattering it like leaves in the autumn wind. We groaned, as our bodies sought to meld together in an ecstatic union. We crashed onto the bed; the coiled metal springs registered their protest loudly at our vulgar intrusion into its silent contemplations.I wailed with lust as my back hit the mattress, and writhed happily in Rosemary's clutches, her touch made waves of. "Ain't we s'posed to like lubricate the ass or something. So's that it opens up proper. I mean, mightn't it be all shitty and tight otherwise." Yeah. I guess you're right. And I guess I'm gonna have to put a plaster over my vagina" (it sounded so grown-up to be using a word like that) "so's you can't accidentally slip it in the front. Then I'd get all that creamy stuff in me. And then I'd be pregnant or something." Yeh! Sounds like a good idea."Alison dashed off to the kitchen, wearing only the. Yet ittook an unknown something to force Matt to his feet, his shotgun stillin hand, to turn towards the horde of undead. He felt a moment ofsatisfaction that the blonde was down, but the others passed her bywithout a glance. No time to run, instead he raised the shotgun andfired once more. Five more times, each remaining shell jolting a zombieback to sprawl on the dirty gray pavement.That should have been the end, if not for his friend's ignoring thesecond rule, 'Leave him, don't go back.'.