We were in the woods, somewhere in Massachusetts. And there was a snowstorm on. Zombies like myself don’t feel pain, heat or cold. However, we requi...e sustenance to function. Since we hadn’t fed before escaping from the base, we weren’t exactly in peak condition. Still, freedom was at hand and we made a run for it. We can run no faster than ordinary humans, but we don’t get tired like they do. We will go on until our bodies give out. Hell, we could conceivably walk as living skeletons if we had. "They got my car out of the river just before I came back here. I don't remember writing it, but maybe I can use the notes in it to finish it. I've already started another book based on my whole experience. There are a lot of unanswered questions, but I think I can spin it into a good mystery. At some point during this whole thing, I was shot at." Shot at?" The publisher was incredulous.Kris pointed to his head. "Got hit right here. I wasn't just fooling around, trying to avoid you."The man. -ah yeah…this is good-After a while, as neither of us had come, I changed to cowgirl position, having him back on the bed and started riding him, while his hands were gently squeezing my boobs, arousing me more.-ah yeah baby…-After a while, we changed to the hot seat, and I started riding him again, while he was massaging my boobs and kissing my back, shoulders, neck and lips. If this is not love, what is it?-ah…yeah…i love you imad--I love you too, hameeda, my beauty queen-After some more. But a connection that caused pain seemed like something that he wouldmake other uses of as well and as she traced the now severed connectionshe thought that was a multipurpose subroutine as well. The shadowy manwouldn't hesitate to use pain in other ways as well and having a directmeans of inflicting it would be exactly what he would gravitate towards.That must be the purpose of the broken connection she reasoned.When she was separated from what she had been his ability to inflictpain on her.