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LIFE IN THIS DEAD WORLD CH2
Justin was catching this fast little bitch. He was always good at running. Unlike his three colleagues. He had to admit, he was impressed. Her pace hadnt faulted for the past five minutes. He on the other hand, was starting to run out of steam.
From behind him, Bill shouts,"stop little lady, we wont hurt you, promise." Obviously out of breath. She looked back at them as she rounded a corner and screamed as she fell. This was his chance. He hit her hard as she was just getting to her feet. Smiling as he heard the air leave her lungs from the impact.
He leans down to her ear and whispers" we love runners, gets the blood pumping." Getting satisfaction from her shudder as he licked her check. He was gonna enjoy this little piece of ass.
"Get off me you fucker" she screams at him, while trying to scratch his face. He started to wonder what he could do to subdue her when the three stooges finally showed up.
This not being their first rodeo, they got down and held her in place. With their help, he started fumbling with her pants. The shape of her hips and the tight fitting pants was causing his manhood to stiffen. She was gonna get it good.Tommy had a hand in her shirt, roughly squeezeing her breast. An evil smile on his face. And as the pants reached her knees she started to buck around in an attempt to throw him.
Dan put a stop to that by putting his skinning knife to her throat and threating her said "move again, and ill cut ya ear to ear bitch." Justin could see blood from where Dan pushed the blade in to emphasize his point. It worked, and succumbing to her fate, started to sob.
She looked away from him as he got his pants unbuttoned. Fine by him, he'd get what he wanted either way. He looked at Dan in disgust as the man had started playing with himself. Justin was gonna say something when a muted crack sounded.
Blood splattered Justin's face as a hole appeared in Dans forehead. Dan stared surprised at him for a moment then collapsed dead to the ground.
To his right, Tommy stood up and pulled his thirty eight and started waving in about. Justin could only watch in shock as two holes appeared in Tommys chest with the sound of two more muted cracks. Blood flew from Tommy's mouth as he was knocked a step back. Holding his wounds with his left hand, Tommy fired twice, then collapsed dead to the ground.
Justin was to shocked to move. Two of his guys were dead in under a minute. He looked at Ben, the newest member of his crew and saw fear in his eyes. Before Justin could tell him not to run, Ben was up and running.
Unfortunately, Ben didn't get far. A muffled crack sounded, Sending Ben, arms spread outwards, face first to the ground. A spot of red appearing on his upper back.
Justin jumped to his feet, pants around his ankles, and waved his nine about. Trying to hide his fear, he challenged,"show yourself pussy, your gonna pay for my friends." When noone stepped out to meet him he continued," I'm gonna kill this bitch unless you show yourself." Rage beginning to take over.
Still noone came to his calls. "Fine by me, her death is on you fucker." He turned around to shoot her and stopped in surprise. She was holding Tommy's thirty eight, and ontop of that, was aiming it at him. He had to admit, there was a little respect for this bitch, but she still had to die.
Puffing up, he growls "you ain't got the balls to sh...." But was cut off with the report of three loud bangs. He stared at the smoke coming from the pistol. Looking down, he saw three pools of red spreading on his stomach. The bitch had actually shot him. He couldn't believe it. How did shit get so sideways so damn fast.
Justin looks back up at the women and says through clenched teeth, "your a dead bitch now." And raised his nine at her.
Justin never heard the shot that removed half his head. His last thoughts where on the pleasure of killing the bitch who shot him. His body stood there for a few seconds, then collapsed backwards to the ground.
Thou Justin no longer had eyes to see it, a camouflaged man came to stand over his lifeless body and helped the women to her feet. After a few moments, his body, along with his three goons, would be left alone to rot with the countless other dead on that lone sorrowful street.
© MR.BOONIE
From behind him, Bill shouts,"stop little lady, we wont hurt you, promise." Obviously out of breath. She looked back at them as she rounded a corner and screamed as she fell. This was his chance. He hit her hard as she was just getting to her feet. Smiling as he heard the air leave her lungs from the impact.
He leans down to her ear and whispers" we love runners, gets the blood pumping." Getting satisfaction from her shudder as he licked her check. He was gonna enjoy this little piece of ass.
"Get off me you fucker" she screams at him, while trying to scratch his face. He started to wonder what he could do to subdue her when the three stooges finally showed up.
This not being their first rodeo, they got down and held her in place. With their help, he started fumbling with her pants. The shape of her hips and the tight fitting pants was causing his manhood to stiffen. She was gonna get it good.Tommy had a hand in her shirt, roughly squeezeing her breast. An evil smile on his face. And as the pants reached her knees she started to buck around in an attempt to throw him.
Dan put a stop to that by putting his skinning knife to her throat and threating her said "move again, and ill cut ya ear to ear bitch." Justin could see blood from where Dan pushed the blade in to emphasize his point. It worked, and succumbing to her fate, started to sob.
She looked away from him as he got his pants unbuttoned. Fine by him, he'd get what he wanted either way. He looked at Dan in disgust as the man had started playing with himself. Justin was gonna say something when a muted crack sounded.
Blood splattered Justin's face as a hole appeared in Dans forehead. Dan stared surprised at him for a moment then collapsed dead to the ground.
To his right, Tommy stood up and pulled his thirty eight and started waving in about. Justin could only watch in shock as two holes appeared in Tommys chest with the sound of two more muted cracks. Blood flew from Tommy's mouth as he was knocked a step back. Holding his wounds with his left hand, Tommy fired twice, then collapsed dead to the ground.
Justin was to shocked to move. Two of his guys were dead in under a minute. He looked at Ben, the newest member of his crew and saw fear in his eyes. Before Justin could tell him not to run, Ben was up and running.
Unfortunately, Ben didn't get far. A muffled crack sounded, Sending Ben, arms spread outwards, face first to the ground. A spot of red appearing on his upper back.
Justin jumped to his feet, pants around his ankles, and waved his nine about. Trying to hide his fear, he challenged,"show yourself pussy, your gonna pay for my friends." When noone stepped out to meet him he continued," I'm gonna kill this bitch unless you show yourself." Rage beginning to take over.
Still noone came to his calls. "Fine by me, her death is on you fucker." He turned around to shoot her and stopped in surprise. She was holding Tommy's thirty eight, and ontop of that, was aiming it at him. He had to admit, there was a little respect for this bitch, but she still had to die.
Puffing up, he growls "you ain't got the balls to sh...." But was cut off with the report of three loud bangs. He stared at the smoke coming from the pistol. Looking down, he saw three pools of red spreading on his stomach. The bitch had actually shot him. He couldn't believe it. How did shit get so sideways so damn fast.
Justin looks back up at the women and says through clenched teeth, "your a dead bitch now." And raised his nine at her.
Justin never heard the shot that removed half his head. His last thoughts where on the pleasure of killing the bitch who shot him. His body stood there for a few seconds, then collapsed backwards to the ground.
Thou Justin no longer had eyes to see it, a camouflaged man came to stand over his lifeless body and helped the women to her feet. After a few moments, his body, along with his three goons, would be left alone to rot with the countless other dead on that lone sorrowful street.
© MR.BOONIE
