Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 26A Chapter by wagonburnerWell, That's One Way to Figure It Out
A long moment of silence passed in the desolate street.
"C'mon, say something, or I'm outta here." I growled. She took a deep breath and started, "What are you?" I had to think about that. What was I? The Normies dubbed us as zombies and it does fit. I guess. But other than that, I had no idea what I was. She shivered as a wind cut through the street. She hugged her belly against the chill, her white shirt, clinging to her. Hello, n*****s. Yyyyup. Still a guy. I cleared my throat to get my mind off of that (with some difficulty, I might add), and responded. "Look, I don't know what I am. Your guess is as good as mine." I shifted uncomfortably as the wind shifted and she renewed her shivering. She spoke a again, a stutter creeping in, "H-how can you speak-k." How can you speak. She looked like she was really miserable, soaking wet and being frozen in the wind. And HOLY S**T THAT SHIRT WAS TIGHT! "Okay," I growled, "We need to find something to cover you up before we go on," She tilted her head and looked around, "You are very thoughtful for a monster." Huh, monster. "No, it's just that your chest is really detracting- I mean distracting." I walked over to a garbage pile and found a discarded jacket. I turned to walk back to her. She cleared her throat, now covering her chest and blushing furiously. Damn she was cute when she was blushing. I tossed her the jacket. She caught it, careful to not expose her chest. She gave me a significant look. "What?" I asked. She gestured for me to turn around. I scoffed, "Like hell I'm gonna turn around. I want another look." She glared at me, "I think you got enough of a look," she pointed at my crotch. Huh. One thing still works. © 2016 wagonburnerAuthor's Note
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