George laughed. “This is officially the weirdest work day I ever had!” he shouted, before felling two more attackers.
Amelia laughed with him, kicking a nearby undead in the chest and stoving its head in with the printer, the machine finally breaking from the stress of being used as make-shift war-hammer. “Weirder than that time the old dude dropped his pants at your register?”
George grunted, running his final spear through the socket of his last remaining opponent. “Well, yeah. At least HE didn’t try to bite me!”
Amelia chuckled again and jogged briefly to the front doors, setting the trigger to manual and shutting the security gates, locking them in place. “There, that should hold any more ‘customers’ until help comes.”
George sighed and leaned up against a palette of stacked cases of copy paper, taking stock of the carnage around the store. “Okay, so, we’ve just been attacked by a small horde of zombies, the main power is out, three of our co-workers and several customers are dead, and we’re not sure when, or even if help is coming. On the plus side, we still have plenty of snacks available, and the drinks in the cooler should still be cold, at least for now. What next?”
Amelia shrugged, peeling off her blood strained apron and dropping it to the floor, her pert breasts well-outlined under her blue polo shirt. “We could fuck.”Hope you guys enjoyed that little snippet, and if you'd like to learn more about "Felt Tips", you can check out the site here: http://felttipserotica.com/
See you soon!
Oh yeah! Can't wait to read the entirety of this... =)
ReplyDelete