I stand up and wave your hands.
"Darlene, over here!"
She sees me and staggers closer, the long legs that used to be so stunning in tiny cheerleader skirts now hoblegged with exhaustion and grime. Her hair hangs dirty, clumed, and torn.
I become conscious of the noise again. It's like a roar of a seashore or traffic on the interstate. It's coming closer, and Darlene sure isn't making it. Your eye sees the rushing shapes just as you reach out to help her naked walk.
Darlene knees me in the cunt, right through my leather miniskirt, right on the pubic bone. Fuck. Cheerleader sluts sure can kick. My vision goes half-black as I feel Darlene grab me and toss me to the onrushing shapes.
I fall on my back, legs splaying in my knee-high striped socks, miniskirt riding up gracelessly. Darlene's legging it now, and Nedra's running right behind her. Ha. Perhaps they don't need to run faster than the bear. They are running faster than me.
The lumbering shapes block my view, and decaying human teeth bite into my tit through two layers of tight shirt. |