Sie trug ein blaues Kleid. Wobei es nur knapp bis zu den Knien ging. Mehr konnte ich nicht sehen, dass die Zeitschrift davor war.„Frau Schöne“ si... schaute zur mir „wir haben den Fehler gefunden.“ Sie stand auf und legte die Zeitschrift auf den kleinen Tisch. Dabei gab sie mir einen guten Einblick in ihr Dekolletee. Das Kleid sah fantastisch an ihr aus. Es lag eng an und obenrum hatte sie ein schönes Dekolletee, auch ohne, dass sie sich nach vorne beugte.Sie lächelte mich an. „Ich habe eine gute. ”“No, that’s no problem. I just hope I didn’t wake you up to early with all the noise.”“Oh no, I grew up around my dad’s job sites so the sound of men working is kind of relaxing to me,” she assures him.“That’s good to hear, it’s going to take me probably another 2-3 weeks to finish this side of the house so you’ll be hearing a lot of me.”As he is walking back through the kitchen to the back door from the living room he hears her yell, “Those fucking bastards!” Returning to discover the cause. People are dying in increasing numbers every day. It was only a matter of days until the virus spread over all of America. The virus shuts off the higher functions, and as such bypasses the conscious mind. All that is left is one basic script: Breed and Feed. In its final stages, it reworks the body's digestive system to a worm like state where enzymes break down proteins in the stomach and directly feed the "brain" Another tube feeds the same enzymes to the reproductive organs. None of that. Yet here I am, hot, sitting alone in my underpants in a nondescript hotel room, half a bottle of my dad's bourbon drained on the bedside table and a full bottle of pills resting in my left hand, its label swimming in and out of focus.It works on TV, but partway through the drink I realised they never show the details. I probably should have researched the correct way to do it. Pills first? Or drink first to line the stomach, then the pills followed by the remainder of the booze to make sure?.