“Oh, Janelle. Jordan saved my life!” Emma beamed, kissing her lover on the cheek. “What?!?!” Kelsey replied, leaning back against the counter... her hands covered in bits of chopped veggies. Jordan acted as if it were an everyday occurrence, shrugging off her heroine status. Backing up to lean against the fridge she began the tale. All eyes were fixated as she told her version of their ride. She omitted the lovemaking part, instead she described walking around the reservoir leading the horses.. He combed through the alleyways and avenues, looking for a girl just right.He finally found what he was looking for n a small redheaded girl, probably about 16 or 17 years old. She was about 5' tall and had a more or less pear figure, hardly any breasts to speak of, but a lovely round set of hips, and a plump ass that could kill. She had a cute face, with a small turned up nose, and freckles, she had soft pouting lips, and braces. Her eye lashes were long and thick, if looks could kill then. Even after a marginal recovery most companies enjoyed beyond the Dot Com boom, Blythes was having difficulty keep its head afloat. There had been three straight quarters of loss, and Jane's job was to analyze the latest projects, and cut everything as lean as possible.Jane was positive that this latest department was the place to cut. The managers claimed that they were on the cusp of something "big", but of course she had heard it before. In fact, she had heard it all before, from every. All of the undead had developed large, seeping sores and blisters wherever the water had touched them. The only one who even appeared to notice was the one that Tom took to be Arthur and his response was limited to a pained and angry glance at the sprinklers.The intruders hit the line of blue with a tremendous crash. Tom thrust his spear forward at the chest of a huge biker whose eyes were devoid of anything resembling sanity. In his peripheral vision he saw another of the bikers, impaled.