Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

Upon feeling his fingers curling inside her, she couldn't help but have a wider smile. It was kinda funny that he was moving as though he could somehow find it if he just searched her slick tunnel.

"You might think it's inside me, but that's where people say the "g-spot" is. Honestly, I don't know if that really exists or if it's a myth because sources are divided on that front. The sex-toy industry would like you to think that there was one, though. Helps sell more toys." Jesse rolled her eyes and let out a little chuckle. She had been planning on giving her dad the slip and buying a sex toy for herself since she just turned 18, but unfortunately that hadn't come to fruition. A decent amount of research was done on what kind of toy she should get though, and the G-spot toys were kinda suspect in her opinion.

"The clit is actually..." she smoothly pulled his hand out until only the tips of his fingers lingered upon her drenched sex, his fingers and knuckles similarly slathered in nectar. After such a rough romp, it felt nice to have his fingers to caress her so tenderly on the way out, though she knew that their destination was going to feel much nicer. Her hand guided his fingers until he had traveled up her lips to where they met at the front, spreading those two fingers and pushing them slightly down and inside so that they could feel her sensitive button in the middle of them. The attention to it made her want to grind on him, or get some kind of relief as she was very worked up by this point.

She shivered, unable to keep herself from rocking her hips forward and back for a moment, before returning her attention to him. "Oh, it's uh, right there. Between your fingers. Usually you would rub it more like you were rubbing a magic lamp, but this also feels nice. It feels even better when someone licks it, especially if you're already super horny to begin with. I... wouldn't know from personal experience though. My boyfriends weren't really into it. I guess the thought that pussies don't taste and smell like strawberries and rainbows can be a bit of a turn off sometimes." The woman shrugged nonchalantly, as though she hadn't had high expectations of her past lovers.

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Vin's comment pleased the blonde, the man smiling fondly at him and eyeing him as though saying, "oh you!" His lover was ever the sweet-talker, always having the sweetest or spiciest comebacks to things. Back in high school, his self-esteem regarding his looks had been at an all-time low because of certain events. It hadn't been easy to build it back up when he was constantly getting rejected by guys since then, but at least he was able to accept Vin's words without discounting them. In truth, he felt the same way about Vin, so he understood what the man meant when he said it.

While Vin grabbed the jar, he turned his gaze over to Quint, having felt a surge of hot anger from him. He tensed for a moment, his eyes trained on Quint's movements as he waited to see what would happen. If Quint went after Damien, he was going to have to step in and break it up as he had promised. He didn't want to smack some sense into Quint, but he would if he had to.

Fortunately he didn't have to, finally relaxing when Cora stepped. He found himself turning back to Vin with a jar of goop in his hands, having not even noticed that it had been placed there. His eyes looked at it quizzically for a moment as he found his bearings, realizing that he now had the opportunity to help Vin with his wound.

"Let me know if you need to stop or want to take a break, okay?" Sabastian said pointedly before dipping his fingers in the jar. He scooped some out, reaching up and smearing it on Vin's ear-stub as delicately as he could manage.

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While Cora had been acutely attuned to Quint's rage, Damien hadn't a clue what she had saved him from. To him, it just looked as though her brother had been about to ignore him and stomp away, or perhaps spit some vitriol in his face. Were he a bit less stoned, perhaps he would have been more observant of the signs and body language. Or perhaps he wouldn't have- it was usually a hit or miss as to whether he was able to read people's intent.

"Are you okay baby? Can you sit up for me?"

"I think Quint takes his hats very seriously. I'll have to remember to steer clear of that subject..." he mumbled to himself while staring after the angry zombie. With that, he looked back at Cora and smiled, his eyes still looking quite tired despite the previous pain of the procedure.

He strained, sitting up slowly without the use of his hands, his abs tensing where his shirt didn't obscure them. Damien wasn't one to skip ab day, so even without the use of his hands it wasn't a problem for him.

"I'm good. I think I'd like to go back to sleep though once we get back to the car... those weed gummies are no joke. I have to say though, I like how relaxed they make me feel. I haven't been this safe in... well, I can't remember." The man leaned toward her and rested his head on her shoulder, sighing. "It's like I took you in gummy form."

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Sayori waved her hand at his apology, nodding when he mentioned coming with her for protection. It made sense, especially since they really hadn't gotten as far away as they needed.

"Sounds good," she said, pointing to a bush a comfortable distance away. "I'll be over there so... shouldn't be too long." Her eyes avoided his, not wanting to make eye contact while talking about her peeing behind a bush. It was funny- she could joke about this stuff all day, but sometimes when it actually happened it was more embarrassing than anticipated.

In any case, she strode over to the bush and got behind it, taking off her pants and squatting down. Technically she could have just tried to be very careful with them around her ankles, but she didn't really want to get anything on her new pants. They were in for a long drive, and she didn't want Quint to have to deal with that all the way to wherever they were headed. From her pocket, she retrieved the test and did her business, making sure that she followed the instructions to the letter. When it was done, she put the cap back on and put her pants back on, using a cute little hand sanitizer she had swiped form the store counter at the mall before walking halfway back to where the camp was.

It took about five minutes for it to work, so she nervously started to pace back and forth. Each second felt way too long, magnified by the fact that she didn't have a watch and couldn't tell how long it had been.
 
"The clit is actually...Oh, it's uh, right there. Between your fingers."

He had been just the slightest bit distracted for a moment from what she was saying about toys, as when his dick had started to soften (then quickly harden once more), a small drizzle of his now cooling cum had begun to run down his length and pool on his skin. Tommy wasn't grossed out by it, per-say, but he definitely made a mental note to wipe that off before they continued with anything else.

The way in which she reacted with just the tips of his fingers touching and rubbing against that little nub made his cock twitch, his eyes traveling down to his hand as he furthered that experimental touch as she continued to speak.

"It feels even better when someone licks it, especially if you're already super horny to begin with. I... wouldn't know from personal experience though. My boyfriends weren't really into it. I guess the thought that pussies don't taste and smell like strawberries and rainbows can be a bit of a turn off sometimes."

He curled his fingers up just slightly, pulling back slowly before plunging them forward in a soft rocking motion, both scared of hurting her very sensitive tissue and simultaneously wanting to feel and map that little button. It felt smooth, velvety, and soft but firm. Tommy was curious how it might feel against his tongue as she spoke of it feeling even better being licked, and even though she mentioned her previous boyfriends not being into it, he couldn't imagine it really being that bad. She had just showered, and he was wasn't all sweaty and dirty himself. It couldn't be that bad.

Letting out a little laugh at the idea of human body part smelling like fruit, (though he would later love to describe it as such), his blue eyes looked up at her as his fingers pulled back slowly, toying with that cute little button.

"Kinda sounds like they were just lazy" he chuckled.

"I bet you could help me get really into it, Rockstar."

He gave her a genuine grin, his fingers still rubbing softly back and forth. If her previous boyfriends had failed in that endeavor, than Tommy was more than happy to step up and claim the trophy. Those dumb asses sounded like they had no clue what they had lost.

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"Let me know if you need to stop or want to take a break, okay?"

He nodded to ease Sabastian's worries, but Vin could care less if it hurt at this point. He already had quite the pain tolerance as it were, but even if it did sting, he couldn't imagine it being much worse than when it was actually cut off. Still, he did find himself tensing a bit as that first little swipe over the raw tissue was a bite in the ass, though it was very quickly followed by relief, the gel acting almost like a numbing cream. Letting out a little sigh, he found himself simply being able to relax and breath evenly, sitting up a bit and rubbing his eyes tiredly when his lover was done.

"That will stop the bleeding?" he asked curiously, absentmindedly wondering if he would need to change his shirt and clean up, lest his blood attract some unwanted attention.
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"I think Quint takes his hats very seriously."

A little smile tugged at the corners of her lips, finding the statement to be very amusing despite the circumstances.

"Yes, very seriously" she answered, returning his smile as he looked up at her. From there she watched him sit with little effort, her eyes being drawn to his core as those handsome muscles worked with practiced ease, the movement being as smooth as flowing water. A sudden urge to reach out and lay the palm of her hand over them almost overtook Cora, but she pushed it down. This was certainly not the place or time for such actions.

"I haven't been this safe in... well, I can't remember...It's like I took you in gummy form."

He needed his shoulder wrapped, but for just a moment, Cora couldn't help but wrap her arms around him and pull him close. A sudden swell of affection and warmth filled her, and she turned her chin down to place a soft kiss on his forehead, following it up with a whispered, "I love you baby".

For a long moment she just stayed like that. Her eyes closed, her hands rubbing his skin gently, and just taking in the peace of the moment. She was loathe to let him go, but knew they would need to move as soon as Sayori and Quint came back, so after a regretful little sigh, she pulled back from him and brought the compression wrap up. From there she unraveled about a foot of it before carefully maneuvering his hand in front of his chest. She guided him to hold it there while she wrapped a bit around his wrist-creating the beginning of the sling that she finished quickly by wrapping up over, and then under, his shoulder before using the last of the compression cloth around his torso and tying it securely. It didn't take her long at all, and she seemed to have a talent for knowing just how much pressure to apply to keep it secure, while also not cutting off the blood flow.

When it was done, she pulled him back down to her chest and let him lean on her once more, the bottom of her chin coming to rest atop his hair as she waited.
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As promised, Quint merely took a few slow laps around while she did her business, keeping an eye out for enemies as well as anyone from their own group. Once she was done and simply had to wait, he put his hands in his jeans pockets and kept his eyes trained out on the trees.

His eyes were pulled back to her when she started to pace. For a moment, he simply watched, but when she started showing little signs of anxiety, he decided to break the tension by clearing his throat gently and walking over to her.

"It should start showing pretty soon I would think" he said gently, stopping about a foot from her.

"What do those take, about five minutes? It's been about that long..."
 
"Kinda sounds like they were just lazy. I bet you could help me get really into it, Rockstar."

His grin was met with one of her own, her fondness for him only growing by the minute. He sounded so willing, excited even, to taste her and make her feel good. It felt like the most flattering thing ever- having a man thirst for her pussy.

Jesse groaned softly, his fingers sending zips of pleasure through her core with each pass. Leaning back, her back arched as she she set her hands back behind her for support. They went to his hips, her fingers spreading out slightly. Though it was odd, it felt like her pinky had dipped into something wet and viscous. She glanced back and saw that it was in the edge of a puddle of cum that had leaked down his now erect pole. Oh yeah, she had forgotten that it was wiser to remove the condom right after a dude's climax. Now it was a sticky mess back there.

Though... she figured that might actually be somewhat fortuitous. The little rocker reached over and pinched the tip of the condom, pulling it up and off before dropping it to the floor with a wet 'plop.' His cum was now smeared all over his cock as though he had stuck his dick in a bowl of icing.

Looking back at Tommy, she tilted her head and said, "There's a bit of a mess back there. Why don't I help you clean up once you're done having your own taste? Or... I mean, we could do it at the same time if you wanted."

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Sabastian nodded, "yep, that should do it. The goop basically seals off the wound and keeps it from bleeding or getting infected. I mean, it could even regrow it, but it's a long and painful process. I'm not sure if it would be worth it to you to have to mess with your ear like that everyday. It shouldn't leave a raised scar if you leave it alone, just like the faded white ones like Sayori has."

Looking down at his hand, he noticed some of Vin's blood had rubbed off on his fingers, the blonde leaning over to wipe his hand in the grass for a moment. "By the way, we should probably get you cleaned up a bit. Want me to go grab you a towel or some clothes?"

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Her sudden expression of love and the hug he was given came as a surprise to him, the man blinking as she kissed him so affectionately. "I love you too, Cora. Even more than Quint loves hats." A playful smile came to his sleepy face, his eyes having drooped from the warmth of her embrace. Though he wasn't allowed rest just yet, the man drowsily staying as still and compliant as she needed while she doctored his arm for him. Hopefully one day he would be able to wrap his arms around her once more, but for now it seemed as though Cora would have to do the holding until then.

Once it was all down, he found half of his face was pressed against her bosom. Were her boobs softer than normal? It felt like maybe they were, but he couldn't quite tell. Whatever the case was, the entire thing felt so soft and comforting to him that he soon closed his eyes and sighed, the tiredness once again coming back to him. It wasn't long before the man was snoozing against her, completely defenseless.

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Quint was merely given a glance when he cleared his throat, the pacing not relenting until he spoke to her. She stopped, anxiously turning the test over and over again in her hands quietly before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, it's probably time."

Her body was tense as she turned the test over one more time so that the result would be displayed before her. It was... negative! Her eyes widened before a big smile bloomed on her face.

"It's negative! It's negative Quint!" She let out an excited little squeal and threw her arms around him hugging him briefly before letting him go and holding her test up in the air triumphantly like a hero might weird a sword.

"Fuck you, General, you demented piece of shit! Not today!" With that, she threw the test onto the ground exuberantly, realizing only afterward that they probably didn't want to leave it there for someone to find. If he found it, he probably wouldn't really care about the results, the matter really only being of importance to Sayori. After all, the General would likely just have that ghost of a smile on his face as he thought to himself that it would happen eventually if he willed it to be so.

Bending over, she quickly scooped it back up slightly sheepishly and chuckled, "yeah, probably shouldn't leave any evidence." Her happiness was apparent, a relieved beam upon her face.
 
Her body was possibly the sexiest thing he had ever seen, her slender form leaning back and displaying those pert breasts as he continued to finger her, his eyes and ears devouring every sexy little quiver and moan. His hard cock had already grown back to full mass, so when she reached back to pull that condom off, he couldn't help but let out a needy little moan of his own, his hips thrusting up towards her ass.

"There's a bit of a mess back there. Why don't I help you clean up once you're done having your own taste? Or... I mean, we could do it at the same time if you wanted."

Oh fuck...

His lips started to form a smile, though he didn't finish it before he was using his elbow to sit himself up, his torso coming up to meet her warm chest as he tried to keep his fingers in her hot and wet cunt. There was a deep look of lust in his eyes as he sought her hot mouth out once more, his other arm wrapping around her back and pulling her against him as he groaned softly into their kiss, before he pulled back for a moment, looking down at her mouth as if he were trying to picture it.

"I really like the idea of doing it at the same time. You could let me know if I'm doing a good job" he half whispered, half chuckled, his hot breath mingling with her own.
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"The goop basically seals off the wound and keeps it from bleeding or getting infected. I mean, it could even regrow it, but it's a long and painful process. I'm not sure if it would be worth it to you to have to mess with your ear like that everyday."

He met his gaze, his hand reaching up absentmindedly to feel the quickly drying gel as he nodded in acknowledgement of what he had said. Vin thought to himself that, even if it was painful, he might go through with it to get his ear back. Could it really do that though? Grow back whole body parts? That was an impressive ability. He wondered briefly if they would become even more of a target, now, with Quint in their party. Not that he wanted to kick him out or abandon the man, but the need for secrecy seemed as if it would be a skill that they would all soon have to become very good with handling.

"By the way, we should probably get you cleaned up a bit. Want me to go grab you a towel or some clothes?"

"Mm? Yea, sure. I think I have some t-shirts in that black backpack under the-ooh" he said, reaching out and putting a hand on the side of the car. He had started to stand himself up to help look, but a wave of dizziness got the better of him and he had to slow down once more.

"Yea...blackpack" he repeated, deciding that maybe just staying there was the better option for the moment. Maybe he needed some more sleep, and to give the goop a chance to do it's magic.
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"It's negative! It's negative Quint!"

Her exuberance was contagious, the taller man hugging her back and joining in to her squealing with laughter of his own joy and relief that only doubled in pleasure as she held the test up and high and proclaimed her victory to the world. Of course, there was still a chance that it may be too early for the test to show a true accurate reading-but Quint wasn't about to kill the mood just for a gamble that he would fix either way.

"yeah, probably shouldn't leave any evidence."

"Probably not" he laughed again, his own grin matching.

"Speaking of that though, let's get the fuck out of here."
 
Jesse melted into his kiss, her wet pussy moving slightly against his fingers as they continued to tentatively rub her. The heat of his mouth combined with his fingers had her moaning into his mouth, matching his own sounds of pleasure. It was as though they were synced up, they bodies highly attuned to the other's touch. It sounded like he was pleased with the idea based on the way his voice sounded a bit breathless, his eyes looking at her instrument of pleasure that would soon be wrapped around him.

"Alright, I'll give you directions or feedback if you need it, but I think you'll be able to tell from my reactions what works and what doesn't," she replied with a wink. "Now... lay down for me, Tommy." A hand was placed on his stomach before it slid up to the middle of chest, a gentle pressure being applied until he was once again laying back down.

To be honest, she was a bit nervous, but mostly excited. She had used her own fingers on herself and had been fingered, so of course she had orgasmed before, but she heard that being eaten out was a bit different.

Carefully, she leaned over and put her hands down so she maneuver herself around. It took her a moment to back up and put her knees on either side of his head. After all, she didn't want to knee him in the face or accidentally hit his nose or something. Her pussy was now hovering above him, trim and slick with her moisture as she appraised his own member. It was really a mess, a mess she wanted to rectify right away.

Leaning down, she licked the small pools of cum at his base, gathering up his cum with her tongue before swallowing it down. She didn't mind the taste of cum, it wasn't tasty, but it wasn't bad either. She wasn't going for taste though- she just wanted him cleaned up and wanted to pleasure him once more.

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"Alright then. Let me just-" Sabastian felt a droplet of water on his hand, the man looking at it before looking up and squinting at the clouds. He was rewarded with several raindrops falling onto his face, one in his eye as well.

"Shit..." he mumbled as the rain started coming down in a light drizzle. "Let's do that in the car then. It's about to come down." With that, he gently wrapped a tentacle around Vin's waist and put his arm over Sabastian's shoulder. The tentacle was just to make sure he didn't lose strength and fall back down when Sabastian wasn't expecting it. He helped the nomad back into the backseat of the car before grabbing a couple things from Vin's backpack and giving it to him.

Closing the door, he jogged over to Cora and scooped Damien up in his tentacles, making sure to be ginger enough not to jostle his arm. "I'm going to put this sleepy fuck in the car, okay?" He quickly turned and walked over to the passenger seat, carefully depositing the grey-eyed man in the passenger seat before closing the door and retreating into the backseat with Vin. It wasn't ideal to clean up and dress in the backseat, but it was better than getting all wet.

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"Yeah, let's," she responded, blinking as a droplet of water hit her in the nose. She reached up and rubbed it dry before feeling more droplets following behind the last.

"The convertible!" she exclaimed, jogging away to their car. If they didn't. put the top up soon, they were going to have to deal with a soggy car the whole ride and that was NOT something she would allow.

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Once everyone was loaded up, the group drove and drove, trying to get as far from Kuznet as possible. As they drove, the rain was steadily coming down, but it wasn't unmanageable until a day and a half later.

The rain was now a torrential downpour, making the windshield wipers rather useless as they tried in vain to keep up with the onslaught of water. At that point, it was Quint and Cora driving respectively, as Sayori and Sabastian had taken the previous shift, the group not wanting to stop for anything other than bathroom breaks and gas siphoning.

Quint had determined the direction and route they would take, passing through a resort area due it being a bit out-of-the-way and therefore less conspicuous. The dim bright side to all of this was that the resort's driveway was pristine, the upkeep on the cement having been impeccable.

From the backseat of Cora's car, Sabastian blinked his eyes sleepily, a bit of a concerned look donning on his face. Though he had been sleeping soundly, a small bump in the road had jostled him awake, and now that he was more aware, he could sense one... two? more? Zombies such as himself and Quint.

Sitting up a little straighter he glanced at Vin before leaning forward a bit. "Cora, there are half-zombies nearby.

Damien looked back at Sabastian, his brow furrowing as he turned to the windows and tried to see through them. It was difficult, the rain basically making the outside look like a constantly shifting river of water. However, he could make out lights in the distance. It looked like the resort itself was the source of the light, perhaps being about a quarter of a mile away.

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Meanwhile in the car with Quint and Sayori, the small woman was sound asleep in the passenger seat, her seat reclined to be more comfortable. Deep in slumber, her mouth hung open as she breathed softly. Earlier she had thanked the stars that the convertible came with a top to shield them from the rain. She had taken one of her socks off and stuffed the test in there, putting it on the floor of the passenger seat before drifting off.
 
Tommy was a bit surprised to find there was a mild smell emanating from her velvety lips, though it wasn't a smell he had been expecting. It was a bit musky, but pleasant in an odd way, and he found his mouth watering a tad bit as he reached between her thighs. Using his thumb and forefinger to spread her just a bit, he took a look at where she had guided him to before, seeing a small swollen bump with a little hood hanging over. So was this her clit then? He thought it may be a bit more difficult to find, but he had heard that it could become swollen when the women was aroused. Of course, he had heard such rumors through the guys talking shit about this girl who apparently had a very large clit, and the guy was a little freaked out by it. Kyle had quipped in with a remark about him not needing to be intimidated, he was sure his pecker was almost that big too, and then they had all lost their shit laughing and dropped the conversation.

Even if Jesse had a large clit, though, the young soldier boy didn't think he would have minded. She was beautiful and he had fallen quite hard for her spunky personality and gorgeous body, and he wanted to make her feel just as good as she was now making him feel.

"Ah!" he gasped a bit, sucking in a breath and then letting it out on a little pant and he looked down between them, his eyes being draw to the sight of her tongue and lips cleaning his pole. Fuck that felt good! And the eroticism of it quickly had him turning his attention back to his own duties, his head tilting back and then, his tongue coming out for it's first curious taste.

He moved up between her thighs, boldly lapping at her clit first and finding the taste to be a bit salty, but otherwise flavorless. The feeling of her soft flesh was a major turn on for some reason, and when he felt her move, he couldn't help but get excited. Moving his hand, he brought it around front to hold onto her thigh and nudge her to move down a bit, encouraging her to be closer to his face as his tongue began to take long, slick licks of her warm hole, exploring her flower like a delicious treat.
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"Cora, there are half-zombies nearby."

She had already been on the verge of throwing on the caution lights and pulling over, the sudden turn of weather simply making it too difficult to see, so Sabastian's warning only prompted her finger to finally twitch the last inch to do it. Soon after they were rolling to a stop, pulling over towards the side of the road, though not quite off of it. Even with the monsoon going on, Cora didn't want them completely off the road. If they had to make a fast get away, the last thing they all wanted was the tires getting stuck in any mud.

Cora kept her hand on the key, her thumb fiddling with it idly as if she were debating whether to turn the car off or pull back onto the road. She was nervous; they hadn't had a chance to switch car, their idea having been to get some good ground between themselves and Kuznet so that they would have a small amount of wiggle room to not only find another suitable vehicle with enough gas, but to also ditch the other cars a bit out of the way and circle back in an attempt to throw the trail off a little. Or simply destroy the cars and get rid of the evidence altogether. She liked that idea much better, though she would miss this smooth ride.
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Quint put the car in park but didn't immediately jump out. Instead he sat behind the wheel for a moment, his knuckles squeezing the steering column a bit tightly as he contemplated the situation. After almost a solid minute, however, he hadn't come to any conclusions about the better course of action. They couldn't keep driving though, so they had to do something.

"Sayori. Sayori, wake up."

As he called out to her, he put the car in park and cranked the heater up. He was already cold, despite the extra padding he had putted around his chest in the form of a few layered tank tops, long sleeve black sweater, and army green vest, but they were likely going to have to step out in the rain to go talk to everyone else. Making his intentions clear, he pulled his hat down over his eyes a bit better, ensuring his face wouldn't get soaked, and undid his seat-belt.

"We can't drive anymore, the rain's too heavy to see through. And now there's some other half zombies up ahead..."

He looked over at her as he hand went for the door handle, pulling on it and starting to crack it open, the gust of wind making him shiver.

"We're going to have to figure out what we want to do."
 
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She had just scooped up a tongueful of cum when she felt the heat of his breath and then...

"Oh~!" Jesse whimpered softly, feeling his tongue make contact. It felt hot, slick, agile... and though the contact was brief, it had felt breathtaking for those few seconds.

Never having done this type of thing, she had been hovering perhaps a bit higher than had been ideal. Though she wasn't a larger woman, she was afraid of what might happen if she put too much of her weight on him. Jesse didn't want to suffocate him with her pussy and ass after all- that probably wouldn't be an ideal way to end his first sexual encounter.

However, when he wrapped his arm around her though and encouraged her to lower herself more, she did just that. Her legs widened on the bed as she moved closer to his mouth, that amazing mouth. She had no idea that oral sex could feel his good. She had thought that it might be somewhat pleasurable but a bit dull, as a lot of women complained about it being a bit boring at times, but perhaps it was because he turned her on so much that every movement felt so erotic. Even when his tongue wasn't anywhere near her clit it felt delicious in a way she couldn't describe. It felt like her body wanted his tongue inside her and all over her all at once. She could feel herself getting so wet, her body feeling more sensitive than it had a minute ago. It almost felt like she was burning with desire for him, her pussy literally aching when his tongue would pass by the entrance to her pussy.

"That feels... really good. It feels so, so good Tommy," she said breathlessly.

Jesse had lost herself for a moment before she remembered that she should be tending to him as well, the panting woman trying to swallow and resume. Having cleaned up all the cum around his base, she went to his glistening mushroom head and took him between her lips, that thick thing moving to the back of her mouth as she accepted him deeper. It was practically tickling her tonsils, the rocker suppressed a gag and tried to get him into her throat, but it was a no-go. Unfortunately Jesse simply wasn't cut out for having a cock balls-deep in her mouth. It was a pity- she would have liked to shock and awe the man, but it seemed that wasn't in the cards for them.

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Damien tried to make out anything out the windows, but all he could discern was a distant light, albeit just barely. He figured they were going to have to talk about their next move, but he really didn't want to leave the car in this weather. What he wanted and what needed to be done were different, but perhaps he could make it a bit more comfortable for some of them.

"Sabastian, there should be a little yellow box back under my seat next to a red one. Can you grab it for me?" Damien looked back and Sabastian cocked his eyebrow curiously, one of his tentacles coming out to move underneath the seat before coming back up with the aforementioned box.

"What's in it?" he asked, turning it over in his hands before holding it out to the front seat. He could have just opened it right there, but he didn't want to run into anything weird of Damien's. There were things you simply couldn't unsee.

"I have two large ponchos in there... I thought maybe Cora and you could wear them. If I had known we'd be a bigger group, I would have grabbed more before leaving the apartment but I thought it was just going to the two of us." The grey eyed man looked a bit regretful, as though he wished he had packed extra. Still, at least he could give some of them a bit of shelter. It would have been nice to have one for Vin, but he figured Sabastian was the one whose blood ran colder.

Opening the box, he took out one of the yellow ponchos and offered it to Cora with a smile.

Bowie had sidled up to the window, using Vin's muscular shoulder to prop himself up. The snek was looking out into the rain, his eyes fixed curiously at an upward point. The funny thing was, he was looking in the opposite direction as the lights, seemingly just staring up into the rain. His little tongue flicked out contemplatively, as though he was trying to figure something out, though what he was thinking about was anyone's guess. Perhaps he was simply enjoying watching the rain.

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"Mm?" Sayori groggily sat up a bit, reaching up to wipe her eyes and then the corner of her mouth. Had she been drooling?! The embarrassment of Quint possibly having seen her with saliva coming out the corner of her mouth got her more awake rather quickly, the woman pulling the lever on the seat to get it straight up again. Now that she was more observant, she noticed that the rain was coming down HARD. It was as though they were in one of those car washes, their view basically completely obstructed. No wonder they had stopped- there was no way they could drive in this rain.

The part about zombies was also concerning...

When he looked over with the door cracked open, she also shivered, rubbing her arms to warm herself up a bit. She supposed that there was really no avoiding it though. Once they got out there, they were going to be absolutely soaked to the bone.

"Hm. Well, we're probably going to have to wait it out, but yeah. Let's go talk about it." With that, she opened her own car door and hopped out, immediately finding herself dunked with water. It was amazing how quickly it was drenching her, especially since she had only been out there for but a few moments before her hair looked like it had been in the shower. Sayori shook her head and smoothed her hair out of her eyes, squinting through the rain so she could jog over to Quint's side.
 
"That feels... really good. It feels so, so good Tommy,"

Her whimpers and almost moaned words caused a groan to work through his chest, his cock jumping a bit before her face. He wasn't sure if it was his own saliva or her juices causing his mouth to become drenched, and he didn't really care either. All it took was a simple swallow, a bit of juice running down the corner of his mouth in the process, and then he was right back at it again-his tongue moving between her folds, delving curiously into the warm hole that had caused him such pleasure. He licked and rotated it, trying different techniques to see what might elicit more of those pleasurable moans from her sweet lips.

Tommy was just moving that slick muscle of his back up towards her little button when he suddenly felt her hot mouth engulf almost his whole cock. He dropped his head back to gasp as he felt his cock touch a harder part of her mouth, feeling almost better than when he had been fucking her. While he was still too inexperienced to know what deep-throating felt like, he got the sense that that's what she was doing and it made his abs tighten as he lifted his hips off the bed slightly when she pulled back. Of course, he caught and checked himself from actually shoving his cock down her throat, but it had so fucking good to him that for a moment, his instincts had taken over.

Almost as if wanting to show her, rather than tell her, just how good that had felt, Tommy went back to eating out her little pussy like it would be his last meal on earth. His tongue licked and toyed with every fold, and after a few seconds, his lips came in to join the game as he began to suck on her soft petals, making a quick trail up to her clit where he sucked it softly between his lips and let his tongue lash against it. His arm held her thigh down with the strength of his newly earned muscles, and the rumbles from his own noises of pleasure vibrated gently against her velvety skin.
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Quint turned his face away to hide the little smirk that pulled at the corners of his lips. She had totally been drooling, and he was totally going to tease her about it. Later, of course. For right now, he just hopped out of the car and quickly shut the door behind him, and when he saw the little women jogging up to him, he held his arm out to her so that she could try to find some shelter against his side if she wished. Not that it would help that much, they were both already almost drenched.
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Cora smiled softly as she was offered the poncho, quickly unfolding it and putting it on, though a moment later she felt awful when she saw Quint and Sayori come jogging up to her side-their heads absolutely soaked through with rain. Looking back over to Damien with a sad expression, she reached out and started to open the door just as Quint got their, then seemed to look over Damien's shoulder.

"That tree" she said, opening her door wider.

"Quint, let's go stand under the redwood!" she half shouted, the rain almost drowning out her voice.

"Like when we were kids, remember?!"

He gave her a big thumbs up, his hands shivering as he felt the chill right down to his bones. It was a good idea-though the rain would be dripping through the leaves, for the most part, it would be dry as the branches provided a good amount of cover.

Vin opened the door and started to climb out, his eyes having been looking at Bowie for a moment before setting the reptile down on the seat. There was no reason to take the cold blooded reptile out of the car, where he would have even less protection from the chill, though he wondered curiously what he had been looking at.

Following the group over, he crossed his arms and shook his short, scraggly hair out once they were near the trunk of the tree and then huddled up close to Sabastian.

"I like the cold, but this too much."

"Y-yea" Quint responded, his teeth clattering badly as he put his hands under his armpits and stood on one foot, the other coming up a bit as if by keeping it off the ground, he could somehow keep it from freezing.
 
Her hips had angled slightly when his tongue went inside her, her body having loved that his tongue was gracing her wet hole with its presence. Though she wouldn't deny that she loved wherever the tongue decided to go, the woman enamored with every flick and stroke it made against her soft petals. His gasp made her shiver, Jesse taking it to mean that he really enjoyed her mouth. Well, that was great- after all, he was going to be getting a whole lot more of it now and in the future if she had something to say about it.

While he went nuts down below, she fell into a rhythm of working her mouth up and down his cock, her lips clamped tightly upon it. It was so erotic to think that they were up on the second floor of the hospital, doing the famous 69 position. She had to slurp every now and then to keep most of her spit in her mouth, but she didn't think Tommy would mind the sounds, as she was sure he was happy with the way she was sliding along his rod so fervently.

However, when he returned to her clit and latched on like that, Jesse found herself unable to concentrate, her mind going hazy. Her hips had almost pulled back from him at the start, but his strong hold on her had kept her from running away from the intensity of his tongue. Instead, she was merely allowed to squirm and grind, not staying still for even a moment.

Jesse was having a hard time continuing to bob her head, so she couldn't help but pause and simply let him rest in her mouth. All she could manage was to suck on his dick like it like a large, hard candy, her tongue gently rubbing against that hot skin and occasionally swirling around his head. She wished she could return his enthusiasm, but it was as though his efforts had sapped her energy and capacity for thought.

She wanted to tell him how well he was doing, how close she was, how she didn't want him to stop, but all she could manage were the sounds of her uncompromising pleasure. She whined and whimpered, her eyes watering from his slick caresses. How was it this intense?! Jesse could never have imagined how much of a difference it made that it was his mouth rather than her fingers doing the work.

Soon, she could feel her climax creeping up on her, the woman's thighs starting to tremble ever-so-slightly. Oh god, this was it, she could feel it! The pleasure blossomed from her clit as she came, the tendrils of ecstasy winding up into her core and up her stomach. "-Ommy..!" she moaned loudly, his cock still in her mouth while a bit of saliva ran down her chin.

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The open invitation was well-received, Sayori jogging over to him and tucking herself against Quint. She realized it wouldn't help, but it had almost been instinctual to accept what he had been offering. In fact, it clicked for her as they were scurrying to the tree that Quint was probably having a harder time than she was, seeing as he now naturally ran cold. For that reason, she stood slightly behind him and attempted to warm him up a bit by rubbing his arms. Though her hands had started out a bit tepid, the friction got them warmer in no time and she hoped that in turn would help.

Having returned Cora's look with a slightly apologetic look of his own, Damien soon got out to head for the tree as well. If Quint was going to brave the elements in order for the group to figure out their next move, then so too would he. After all, he wanted to be involved in the discussion- or at least be informed about what was decided. Quint seemed to be trying to dictate the direction of their journey among other things, and he wasn't sure why this was rubbing himself the wrong way.

Damien had been wearing a white button-up shirt, not having expected to have to go out in the downpour of rain. Needless to say, by the time they reached the tree, his shirt was soaked all the way through. The wet fabric clung to his skin, taking on a more see-through appearance and showing off his firm chest and abs. He looked like some kind of cologne commercial model, his hand coming up to run through his dark, wet hair in order to push it back a bit. Though the man himself hadn't intended any of this, his posture nonchalant, if not a bit tense from the chill of the rain.

Before exiting the car, Sabastian had the foresight to grab one or two things before putting on his poncho and getting out. He was grateful to have something to shield him, as he knew he would be a popsicle in no time if he didn't have some kind of protection. He knew Vin could handle a bit of water for a minute, especially with how hot he typically ran. In fact, it was almost surprising that the water didn't steam off the large man.

When he got to the tree, he pulled out two towels and one hand towel from under his poncho, having known that it would be a good idea to at least try to prevent them from getting hypothermia or something. The blond tossed one to Sayori since Quint's hands were tied up and she smiled, wrapping it around Quint's shoulders. "Thanks Sabastian."

The hand towel was tossed to Damien, who nodded in thanks and wiped his face with it, happy to at least have something to help with the wet.

The last towel was kept by the blonde, the man reaching up and wrapping it around Vin's shoulders affectionately before leaning against him again. "Honestly, it sucks that we couldn't just talk on the phone between cars. We should really invest in getting radios or something, because this is ridiculous."
 
Those sloppy and slick sounds were so erotic, causing his pulse to quicken and pump throughout his whole body with intensity, his dick almost jumping to match the beat. That teenage enthusiasm and stamina was going strong, his previous orgasm being all but a pleasurable memory and doing nothing to impede another build up of hot cum for his little drummer girl. He kept his mouth working hard, even though it was becoming a bit sore and tight. The fatigue was ignored though, Tommy not wanting to disappoint after she had worked his rod so lovingly, and especially now with the way she was coaxing him on once more.

It had admittedly been a bit difficult for him to focus as she was licking and sucking his velvety skin, but as soon as he started to feel her slow, her moans and whimpers filling his ears, he threw himself into his duties with new enthusiasm. The quivering in her legs made him grip her thigh once again, locking her down against his face as he continued to lick and suckle on her nethers until he was given that ultimate reward-the sound of her cumming.

God it was hot, and intense, and very quickly Tommy found himself making similar matching noises, all but burying his face into her hot pussy as he gasped, whined, and his balls tightened a mere second before he released another thick load into her slick mouth.

"Nng! Mm!" he gasped, his hips jerking a few times in tune with his spurts as he tried not to choke from her own sweet nectar, having to at last let go of her soft petals and move his face away so he could breath properly. He laid his head down on the bed, his own body shivering as his thoughts tried to form anything significant through the euphoria.
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Quint was such a touchy and confident person that he didn't think twice about the way he interacted with Sayori, and since Cora knew him so well, she didn't think twice about it either. For as long as she could remember, barring a few years throughout their younger teens, he had always been that kind of guy that was flocked in girls, and sometimes guys as well, usually hanging out on the bed or couch in the background of the party or social gathering in a pile of comfortable bodies. Even when he had been with Sarah, it hadn't been too different-only Sarah had always been the one closest to him, and the only one he would act more playful with. With everyone else it was just mutual respected boundaries of comfort, and it was something that she truly loved about him.

When Sayori put that towel around his shoulders, he bent over a bit more and whimpered like a puppy, cuddling up to her side in an attempt to get some of that warm body heat from the little lady. Cora couldn't help but smile and chuckle in a sympathetic manner before she quickly stepped up to his other side, helping to aide Sayori in heating up their helpless pop sickle by lending some of her own heat to his other side.

"We should really invest in getting radios or something, because this is ridiculous."

Delvin gave the little blond an affectionate smile in return, reaching out and wrapping his arms around him to pull him close to his chest and hold Sabastian, helping to keep them both warmed up as they conversed.

"Oh!" Cora exclaimed, looking over towards the little man.

"I actually do have some radio's in the trunk. So much has been going on, I completely forgot about them. I should get them out..."

She had meant to continue, but her eyes had wondered over to her lover, and though the first look she had given him was full of concern for how little clothing he was wearing in this terrible weather, it soon smoothed out to simply be a bit of a controlled blank stare. She had enough sense to move her eyes elsewhere after a few seconds, as to not embarrass herself too much in front of the group, but she had to swallow when she did it. Her arms had wrapped around Quint's chest and waist in an affectionate manner, but after seeing how soaked Damien had gotten, she gave her brother a gentle rub up and down with her hands and then let him go to walk over to her lover, seeing that her warmth was needed elsewhere and Quint had Sayori to help keep him warm.

Cora gave Damien a mixed smile as she came to him, one part affectionate, and one part slightly shy. Would she ever get over him having the ability to absolutely take her breath away from a simple stance or nonchalant move? Perhaps, perhaps not, but it mattered little in either case. She loved him so much.

"Jeez you're soaked, c'mere baby" she said softly, putting those soft arms of hers to use as she wrapped herself against his side like a warm heat blanket.

Quint had just started to feel the ache leave his bones, and his chattering teeth slow to a mere tremor or two, when he felt those hands rub his side and then the heat begin to tear away from his side. He had whimpered uselessly and pushed up against Sayori, his sad puppy dog eyes looking down at Cory in mock betrayal and pleading. When they then looked over and saw what she was looking at, they quickly clouded over and seemed to take on the very spirit of the storm above them.

Fucking incubus, go back to where you came from.

"Eh-hem" Quint said while clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

"Sabastian, how many do you think are up there? I can feel at least two from where we're standing, but there might be more. I don't have as much experience with this yet either, I've only got to feel out the fully turned one's and from Laneesha's group."

To his credit, he managed to keep any bite out of his tone, getting straight down to business. Not only did he want to get out of the rain, but he wanted Sabastian's experience in this new road bump in order to strategize quickly and efficiently. They couldn't move forward, nor go back, but was it safe to simply wait it out in the cars? Quint didn't think so. He had taken the path that Francis had advised, his eyes having quickly read and deciphered the message that had been left for him in the manual at the plant. But Ray was quick. They would always have very little time to screw around, and little room for error.
 
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She felt that thick load bust into her mouth, coating her tongue in a milky coat of semen. It was a bit of a relief in a way. After all, she had been worried that he wasn't enjoying himself as much when she had been unable to continue in her voraciousness. Now she knew that despite that, he too had been carried through the throes of bliss, if only from the sporadic movement of her tongue and the suction of her lips.

With her lips sealed around him, she sucked down all of it. The result of Tommy's first blowjob was going right into her stomach, and she couldn't have been happier about it. She felt content, euphoric, and closer to him than she had before. Now that she had consumed his load, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and flop back down onto his stomach, not yet having lost its erectness. She too rested her head down, though her own head rested on his hip near his spent cock, her warm body pressed against him as well.

With that, they spent a while in comfortable silence, each of them catching their breath and letting the high of bliss settle through their bodies. She still felt sensitive, but in a very soft way. It was as though her body was at the point in which she could either wind down and be fully satisfied, or go for another few rounds. After about a minute though, Jesse softly spoke in a tone of amazement and affection.

"God, Tommy... I didn't even know I could cum like that. It was... awesome." She let out a little amused breath before closing her eyes.

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The blonde soon found himself with his back pressed against Vin's front, the man sighing slightly from the comforting feeling it brought him. Though Sabastian was wearing his poncho, not even yellow rubber could keep Vin's heat from enveloping him once the man wrapped his arms around him. What a beast.

He nodded at Cora as she spoke, opening his mouth to reply before watching her go over to Damien. What he was about to say was that they really should have gone over their inventory in preparation of something like this, but the sight of Damien made him shut his mouth and divert his gaze with a frown. For god's sake, he could see the man's nipples through his wet shirt! Damien looked like he had been plucked straight out of some romance novel, his physique painfully obvious through his flimsy clothing. Though he had no intention of ever fucking Damien even if he wasn't with Vin, it still made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't sure whether it would be more awkward if he didn't look at Damien or if he accidentally ended up staring at him.

Damien hadn't expected for Cora to come over to him, as she had seemed to be making sure her brother was warmed up a bit. He had started rubbing the towel in his hair to get out some of the moisture before he heard her trail off unexpectedly. Out of curiosity, he lifted his head and peered at her from under the towel, catching neutral look on her face as though she was lost in thought.

When she started to approach he pulled the towel down so that it was back around his neck, returning her smile with one of his own. She had no idea how adorable she looked in that bright yellow poncho. The way she looked at him made him want to be playful with her, to tease that hazel-eyed lady until her cheeks flushed and her skin warmed to his touch. Though it was a shame... he doubted he could get away with anything much given the circumstances they were in. Still, when she wrapped her arms around him, he lowered his head slightly and murmured just loud enough for her to hear, "I hear the best treatment for hypothermia is skin-to-skin contact. That doesn't seem like a bad trade-off to me." Hopefully hidden from Quint's eye, Damien's hand came up and into her poncho, though it only slid up and around her hip to rest right above it. The tips of his cold fingers teasing the warm skin of her belly.

Meanwhile, Sayori simply held Quint close, reaching around him to rub the arm that had been abandoned by his sister. Honestly, Damien was fine with the towel he had. It wasn't like he was a zombie like Quint. In any case, she didn't mind being the person to aid Quint in his mission to get warm again. In fact, she kind of liked that she was the one doing so, as though she had an important task that only she could do for him. A little smile was on her face, and though she too was soaked, she also started to feel a comforting warmth from their embrace.

Still feeling the pressure of Damien's pert nipples, Sabastian was very grateful when Quint cleared his throat and addressed him. Sabastian paused for a moment and responded, "well, I think there are probably about two or three of them, but I'm honestly not sure. It definitely feels like more than two, but I don't know if it's more than three. I'm not super confident about it, honestly. I mean... I couldn't feel you when you were down in the shed, so I don't know how reliable I am." He shrugged and then froze, looking up sharply.

“Wait, did you say you felt fully turned ones when you were with Kuznet?! That’s bad! Like really, really bad. You need to tell us everything you remember about them. Sabastian was no longer flustered, but now on edge. His face was completely serious, his body stiff against Vin as though bracing for what Quint was going to say.
 
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The feeling of her sweet tongue and lips swallowing down his load was almost enough to make him keep his erection. But he was quite exhausted after their romp and feeling a whole slew of strong emotions rising up after their intense session. He helped to move her hips and legs to his side, though he liked the feeling of her warm and soft body laying over his, so he didn't jostle her too much. Instead he simply laid his own face next to her warm thighs and snuggling up for that after orgasmic blissful comfort.

"God, Tommy... I didn't even know I could cum like that. It was... awesome."

A swell of pride and joy filled his chest, a genuine smile painting his lips at her words. If any of his peers had been around to see it, they might have described it like a golden retriever getting a 'good boy' from their favorite human. He wanted to be suave and cool, maybe even come up with some one-liner on the spot that would no doubt impress her and stick with her for years to come. It seemed as if 'suave' and 'cool' would simply not be anything in his repertoire for a while still, though. Perhaps someday. Maybe when he was in his thirties, or forties; but for now, all that came out was his own vulnerability and emotions.

"I didn't know I could either. I've never cum like that in my life" he said with affection, bending his chin a bit to kiss her skin affectionately before relaxing his head down on the bed and closing his eyes, resting for a moment with nothing but their soft breaths filling the air between them.

"Mm..." he murmured after a moment, before sighing and starting to sit up a bit.

"I don't want to, but I have to get back on duty soon..."

His light blue eyes looked over at her disheveled, beautiful, erotic form, and he smiled softly.

"I wish this was just a job I could quit, because I would do it in a heartbeat to be able to stay in this bed with you Jesse."
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""I hear the best treatment for hypothermia is skin-to-skin contact. That doesn't seem like a bad trade-off to me."

Thank god the half zombies couldn't smell much in the rain, because she was drenched in a whole different way.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and just as Damien was bringing his hand up to her hip, she turned her face into his chest and acted as if she were doing little more than seeking some body heat. In reality, her flushed cheeks were giving off more heat than her lover could have provided her in that moment. Cora didn't dare to say a word, not trusting herself to be able to whisper in such a talented, and seductive, manner in that moment. She did bring her hand up and place it over his, however, to hide his actions and prevent him from going any further. She may have been brave enough to be open in front of her brother, but that didn't mean she wanted to play with the fire. Especially since he had almost claimed a few teeth earlier.

"well, I think there are probably about two or three of them... I'm not super confident about it, honestly. I mean... I couldn't feel you when you were down in the shed, so I don't know how reliable I am."

Though he had stood up straight, Quint hadn't moved away or completely turned his attention away from Sayori. Though he had been abandoned, ruthlessly, he still took great comfort in Sayori's efforts to save his shivering form.

When Sabastian spoke, he gave a little nod as to the count, feeling a bit better in some ways that they were getting roughly the same number. He hadn't realized that he was a bit worried that he may be at some kind of disadvantage in this new reality of theirs. If it were Cora that had been the one that was more effected by the plague and had turned, and had come to find out she was disadvantaged in some way, she would have been quick to dismiss it and simply adapt in whichever way she needed to in order to keep going with Damien and her friends, not letting it define her or give it so much thought as to let it get the better of her. And while her brother could be very adaptive to many situations, he tended to hit the panic button on different situations, but especially anything to could put him at risk in what he considered to be a tactical situation. They had both fought many battles in unique ways, but Quint's had consistently been more militaristic over the years, so he naturally feared things that set him up for failure and it was partly what played into his need to push so hard, and push his body to the limits of not only what he knew he was capable of, but whatever more it could give to him if it meant he could be standing victorious when the smoke cleared.

"Well I was doped out of my fucking mind, so that doesn't surprise me a whole lot with our abilities being mental and all. I was so far out in space, I doubt you even knew where to start looking" he said with a chuckle, though it was cut off pretty quick when another huge shiver ran up his spine and put his composed posture to the test.

"Wait, did you say you felt fully turned ones when you were with Kuznet?! That’s bad! Like really, really bad. You need to tell us everything you remember about them."

His brows scrunched up in confusion, though a bit of a confused smirk twisted his lips.

"Heh, what?" he asked, chuckling in a confused manner.

"They were in the cells next to you, could you not feel them? We walked by them constantly, how did you miss that?"

Vin had become a bit stiff as well, though his instinct had been to squeeze onto Sabastian just a bit tightly. Whether it was to comfort himself, comfort his partner, or perhaps a mix of both, was a bit unclear. However, upon watching and hearing Quint's reaction, he couldn't help but relax his arms and chuckle. It didn't earn much affection from the other half zombie, as Cora's brother gave him a bit of a disgruntled look.

"What?" he asked, the annoyance obvious in his tone as he took Vin's laugh as somehow teasing or making fun of what he had said. In a way he was, really, but Quint wasn't sure how to feel about the nomad just yet, so any show of unfriendliness wasn't going to be taken well.

"Those are normal zombies, Quinton" Cora giggled, turning away from Damien's hard chest and just slightly out of his grip, to clear up the confusion that she suspected was going on.

"We've been calling the people who changed, but have fully violet eyes, 'fully turned', and we've been calling people like you and Sabastian 'half zombies'."

"...oh" Quint said, a bit of embarrassment touching his features.

"Well how was I supposed to know? I've been stuck in a hole, in case you forgot El Stupido."

"You already used that one today."

"When?"

"This mornin-"

"Anyway..." Delvin said, interrupting the twins before they got too far off track.

"We need a plan. Are we avoiding or greeting?"

Sharp blue hazeled eyes glanced back over to Vin, though he remained quiet for a moment before looking to Sabastian.

"My only experience so far is that they have all their marbles. I think it's worth the risk, especially with your strength and my communication skills. And Bowie. I mean, who can resist Bowie?" Quint asked, smiling and peaking around them into the window of the car, where the snake was looking out at his human's and bobbing his head affectionately.
 
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Jesse scooted over a bit when he sat up, letting her own body lay sideways while nestling against the side of his. It was nice, feeling that balmy post-coitus satisfaction, and she thought to herself that she could get used to that kind of comfort. He was so warm physically, but there was also something about his presence that was so soft and made her feel so connected to him. She didn't even feel self-conscious, laying there naked with him. In fact, she would have also liked to stay that way all day if she had been given the chance. Though she would probably thrown in several more romps for good measure.

It made her immeasurably happy to know that Tommy's first time had been deemed a success, that he had literally been blown away. She just hoped that he would always be satisfied with her, and that he wouldn't ever seek another woman's comfort just to see what it was like. Jesse had heard women talk about that sometimes, especially with partners who hadn't had a lot of experience with relationships.

"Mm... *sigh* I don't want to, but I have to get back on duty soon...I wish this was just a job I could quit, because I would do it in a heartbeat to be able to stay in this bed with you Jesse."

"That's too bad... because Jameson gave me the rest of the day off till after dinner, and I think I'd be more than happy to have a stay-in-bed day. I have to report to him after reflecting about what happened though." She blew a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and smiled, "Don't worry though. I think we'll be able to get away sometimes here and there."

She paused before looking at him with a slightly coy, slightly embarrassed look. "Would it make me look thirsty if I said I wanted to meet you again later tonight for a part two?" A lot of guys liked to say that they'd love a horny girlfriend, but sometimes she knew that doing stuff like that all the time could be exhausting and emotionally draining, whether one was a dude or a chick.

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Quint's large shiver caused Sayori to reach up and restate the towel that had slipped down his shoulders slightly, her arms going back around him afterward. One went around his chest while the other went behind him so she could rub the arm opposite to her. In all honesty, she was cold too, but she doubted that she was anywhere close to where he was in that regard.

"Heh, What? They were in the cells next to you, could you not feel them? We walked by them constantly, how did you miss that?"

Even though Quint seemed a tad confused, Sabastian was also provoked into frowning at Quint a bit due to the way he seemed to be teasing him. Of course he had felt those zombies, it wasn't like his radar was broken or anything. Vin's chuckle of realization got a confused look from Sabastian until his brain brought him up to speed on the fact that Quint thought those were the "fully turned" ones. When he looked back at Quint, his face was a bit smug, being certain that he wasn't the one who had been mistaken.

He didn't condone the look Quint then gave Vin, but he understood that he probably felt pretty stupid in that moment.

Cora's grey-eyed lover also couldn't help a small smirk from perching on his lips, as much as he tried to contain it. He knew Quint might not take kindly to it, but it was as though the smirk refused to be stifled.

Sayori hadn't really known that there was anything other than normal zombies and zombies like Quint and Sabastian, so she had to say this was pretty new information for her as well. It made her wonder what the fully-turned ones were like.

"My only experience so far is that they have all their marbles. I think it's worth the risk, especially with your strength and my communication skills. And Bowie. I mean, who can resist Bowie?"

None could deny the cuteness of the little noodle, all of them turning to look at his adorable little head-bobs. What was odd was that Bowie soon stopped in his tracks, seeming to look at something above them.

There was a flapping noise before a bird landed on a lower branch near them. It shook itself, ruffling its feathers and getting some flecks of rain off of its splendidly black plumage. If one was observant, the bird actually made a "brrrr!" noise as it did so. Its talons shuffled on the branch as it got more comfortable and it fixed its violet eyes upon them.

There was a little purple bag in its mouth, hanging by one of its tassels. However it was soon carefully transferred to one of its hooked talons to free up its beak. Though she was fairly close to them, one would have to have tremendously good eyesight to be able to make out the writing on the little gold ribbon that was loosely dangling from it. At least, that would be true if the ribbon didn't come off and flutter to the ground in that moment.

"Wow! Chilly chilly chilly!" Truffle cocked her head to the side a bit, the large black bird seemingly trying to engage them, her gaze going to each of them to see who would be the first to speak up.

Sayori flinched and looked at Quint with concern before looking back up at the bird. It was shocking to see another fully-turned animal, and it unnerved her to hear it try to talk with them. It was one thing to have intelligent animals like Bowie, it was another to have intelligent animals who could literally speak.

Nearby, Damien had reflexively squeezed Cora closer to himself and turned her slightly away, eyeing the bird with suspicion. Sure, Bowie was a good egg, but it didn't mean that any other turned animals were going to be friendly. It seemed to want to start up a conversation, but who knew what the bird was really thinking.
 
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"Don't worry though. I think we'll be able to get away sometimes here and there."

The soft smile lingered, turning into a little grin. He had a good handful of ways to sneak away.

"Would it make me look thirsty if I said I wanted to meet you again later tonight for a part two?"

His eyes widened just slightly in surprise before the grin returned, a bit of his teeth showing this time. Before he said anything though, he moved his young body to the side a bit, and then turned himself around, carefully crawling up Jesse's side with his own playful twinkle in his eyes.

Tommy stopped to lay a few soft kisses on her silky skin as he made his way up to her soft neck, where he laid down another kiss, his strong arms holding his body up off of her before he moved up to her pouty lips. Once there, he met her eyes briefly, that smile still holding on his face before he looked down and claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. He took his time, 'mm'ing softly against her mouth before pulling back slowly, as if it were extremely difficult for him to do.

"Not at all. I would like that very much...[/i]"

Man, he needed to ease up. His dick was sensitive after their romp, but her warm thigh was pressing so deliciously against his tip...
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Quint ended up re situating his arms around Sayori as she wrapped her own around him. It was simple science that two people could warm each other up more quickly than trying to do it alone, and he felt so comfortable that he didn't think much of it. He happened to catch the smirk on Damien's lips and while it pissed him off, there wasn't anything he could do about it right at the moment. Besides, Bowie's adorable head bobs was much more entertaining and deserving of his attention at the moment.

The sudden appearance of the bird drew Vin's attention immediately. For just a second, he didn't immediately feel apprehension, but upon glancing over and seeing the way that Damien had pushed Cora behind him, he felt his throat go dry. He grabbed Sabastian's hand and shuffled him towards the base of the tree, nearer the rest of them, as his brown eyes looked all around the branches of the tree. Crows and Raven's never traveled alone...

Cora gave in to Damien's hands as if it had been her own feet moving her, her body fluidly moving to where he needed her. She stared up at the bird, the same apprehension filling her as she saw her brother glance down at Sayori and shuffle them towards the tree as well. It felt a bit more comforting that they all had their back to something solid, but at the same time, she now felt trapped.

"Brr indeed..." Quint answered warily, his eyes also taking a quick look around the tree tops. He didn't see, nor sense, anything, but that didn't mean much. Bowie had easily blocked him out earlier, so he could only assume that if there were more of them waiting, they wouldn't be able to spot them until they were already getting attacked. His creamy white tentacles has come out instinctively, wrapping around Sayori's back as best he could when he had pushed her behind him and walked them both back. With a bit of hesitance, he took one of those tentacles back and carefully reached forward, his eyes never leaving the mysterious bird as he quickly snagged up the ribbon and brought it back to them, for all their eyes to see.
 
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Jesse wanted to say that she was satisfied, but truth be told she was riled up in a way she hadn't been before. True, she had just experienced a really nice orgasm and had felt a bit tired afterwards, it was as though her body was already bouncing back with a vengeance. It felt like her hormones were going strong, the desire to keep him to herself for a few more rounds becoming more and more irresistible. It didn't help when Tommy did things like kiss his way to her lips, her heart fluttering from the way he hovered over her.

Her eyes had followed his gaze as he worked his way up, her mouth slightly open as though breathlessly anticipating that he would eventually find those soft lips of hers. She wasn't disappointed, the girl following his lips as he tried to pull away, only drawing back once he was out of reach.

With a sigh that was halfway frustrated, halfway playful, she said firmly, "go. If you don't get out of here right now I'm going to jump you and make you late for other stuff... Tommy." She gave him a little smirk, the rocker blowing a bit of hair out of her face again.

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Ms. Truffle

"Miss Truffle?" Sayori murmured out loud, her voice trailing off slightly from where she was peaking out from behind Quint. As she hadn't seen Francisco's handwriting, she didn't recognize it. The handwriting itself was very textbook, as though the person who had written it had been to a prestigious school. Neither Damien nor Sabastian could place it either, each of them taking a gander at the damp ribbon displayed before them.

"Rr! Beauuuuutiful Truffle! Wow! Pretty pretty! Good good, wow!" The bird straightened up and puffed out her chest slightly. Though her head tilted slightly upward in her pose, her eyes seemed to look at them eagerly, as though anticipating a particular response.


Damien raised his eyebrow, now realizing that Truffle seemed to be the bird's name. It could have been suggested that the bird was praising someone else, but the way it puffed itself up to show off indicated that it was indeed talking about itself. If it had a name, then that meant that it was likely someone's pet. Ravens could travel quite a distance, so it wasn't obvious whether its owner lived in the resort, or further away.
 
He laughed at the way she threatened him, finding her stray hair to be adorable, especially with her unending battle to get it off her face.

"Alright, alright..."

Why did he have to be such a responsible young man? It was painful to climb off the bed, retrieving his clothes from where they had scattered them. When he saw her stray lingerie he was tempted to snag a piece and shove it in his pocket for the rest of the day.

Pulling his pants on, he soon had himself belted and buckled once more, lacing his shoes up, and then walking around the room bare chested for a moment before he was able to find his shirt. Glancing down at her, he gave her a shy grin as he pulled it over his head, his lean muscles flexing as he pulled the sand colored cotton down over his chest and situated it. The last item to complete his wardrobe was his hat, his good hand pulling the bill down comfortably before he made his way over to Jesse and gave her one last kiss.

"Do you want to meet up here later tonight? Or someone else?"
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Something about that writing was giving Quint a little itch, like he should recognize it. Turning away slightly, he reached in his back pocket to try and pull out the piece of foil from the gum he had chewed on earlier, but when his fingers moved it up out of his jeans, he found the small paper to be soaked through and tore easily. Completely useless...and a useless thought, too. There was being careful, and then there was just being paranoid. The likelihood of that handwriting matching was ridiculous, it was just a random messenger bird, possibly even belonging to someone up ahead.

"Rr! Beauuuuutiful Truffle! Wow! Pretty pretty! Good good, wow!"

Cora hadn't spent time around Francisco in years, and while the writing did feel familiar in an odd since, it was also so far out of her thought process that she didn't even consider connecting the two. It was also a very intimate note it seemed like, so she felt slightly uncomfortable continuing to read it, instead turning her attention up to the bird when she began to speak again.

While at first she had been fearful and wary, it was soon shook off rather quickly as 'Ms.Truffle' puffed herself up like a spring rooster, obviously enjoying the praise. Her shoulders relaxed and she couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and easy smile being given to Truffle.

"Yes, you are very pretty."
 
As Tommy dressed, Jesse's eyes followed him the whole time while she lay on her side. Tommy might not have noticed, but he had a nice ass that was very pleasant to look at. Not only that, but his chest was veritable eye candy as well, Jesse feeling almost as though she was witnessing an underwear commercial being filmed. Especially the way he pulled that shirt down over his smooth skin. It was kinda funny to think that she now knew what he looked like under all those clothes, and she had to say that she would really have to concentrate on not daydreaming about him throughout the coming weeks.

"Do you want to meet up here later tonight? Or someone else?"

Jesse kissed him back before shrugging. "Here's as good as any place. I'm not sure we'd be able to get away with it anywhere else. It'd suck to be in the middle of things and have someone like Dave come up." She rolled her eyes, "I bet he would have the most shit-eating look on his face."

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Still holding his hand Sabastian squinted at the bird. Did she just brag about herself? Admittedly, it made her seem less scary due to the seeming naivety of the raven. He still didn't know if he trusted it yet though.

Truffle cooed appreciatively.

"Pretty girl," she seemed to be directing that at Cora specifically, as though trying to return the compliment. The bird seemed to consider something for a moment before bending down and grabbing the little purple pouch with her mouth once more. With a slight resituation of her talons, she was hopping off the branch and gliding down toward Cora and Damien. If one was familiar with birds they would notice that while her talons were out and ready, it was more as though she was trying to land rather than swoop down to attack.

Damien unfortunately, was not familiar with birds beyond seeing them outside occasionally. The action spooked him, the man interpreting it as an intention to harm her. He didn't really have that much time to think about it, merely reacting as the bird neared Cora's shoulder.

Though he still didn't have much feeling in his hand, he reached up and waved his arm in front of her, blocking the raven from coming any closer or landing.

The bird squawked in surprise, unable to slow down enough not to bounce off Damien's arm before frantically flapping its wings to stay in the air. There was a muted little thud as the purple snack bag fell to the ground, though it was overshadowed by the squeak Sayori let out when the bird had made contact. She hid behind Quint, tucking herself against his back. Who knew it the bird's intentions had been good, but now it was likely that Damien had pissed it off.

Truffle looked around to see if there was anywhere she could go, the bird likely panicking slightly from the shock of being rebuffed. Her eyes landed on Vin, and she made the split-decision to flap over to him in the hopes of landing on him. Sabastian quickly raised a tentacle in the air though, poised to smack the bird if necessary.
 
"It'd suck to be in the middle of things and have someone like Dave come up."

Annoyance lit up those blue eyes at the idea of it, his face then turning to look over his shoulder as if to double check they weren't being spied on now.

"Yea he probably would. We'll it's a good thing we can lock the door here."

Looking back at her, he stared into her eyes rather dreamily for a moment. The young lad was still a bit high on puppy love and having his first time be so intimate, and he knew that if he stayed much longer, he was going to put his foot in his mouth and say some things that he had no business saying so soon. So with a sudden grin, he practically books it over to the door, opening it swiftly and then getting his body about halfway out before he turns and gives her one last lingering gaze.

"I'll see you later Jesse" he says softly, a smile on his face as he shits the door and heads down stairs.
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Cora hadn't expected the bird to want to come down to them, although it wasn't exactly unwelcome. She wasn't sure how she felt about holding it though, and as Truffle begins her flight towards them, she found herself a bit frozen with awkwardness, unsure on what she should do. Was the bird going to land on her head? That had happened to her once in school, with a students cockatiel and it hadn't been a very fun experience for her. Truffle was much bigger than a cockatiel, however. She found she was actually a bit relieved when Damien stopped her from landing, although she felt guilty as well. That startled squawk made her frown sympathetically.

While Quint got a laugh out of the way Truffle seemed to have scared Damien, he didn't particularly want to feel those talons on him, and he definitely didn't want that beak anywhere near his face. The animals down in the lab hadn't been nearly as powerful as he knew some of them were capable of, so he could only imagine that Truffle could crack his melon open like a good walnut. For this reason, he put his hands up to gently block Truffles access to his shoulders or head, knowing the bird would land eventually.

Meanwhile, Delvin had watched quietly from the sidelines, soon coming to feel somewhat at ease with the birds presence as well. It seemed as if she were going to be a threat, she would have tried to eat one of them already. And while he wasn't too surprised by everyone else's reactions to her, he recognized that she had taken a liking to them and was only trying to come closer.

"Hang on Bastian" he said gently, quickly reaching up and putting a hand on his tentacle.

"She's just trying to land."

Vin stepped around and with his other arm, offered her a perch, putting a bit of his elbow out towards the bird as the rest of his arm stayed at an angle. Likely she was going to scratch his skin up a bit, but he was quite used to holding animals that had claws.
 
She wiggled her fingers at him coyly and replied, "See you later, Tommy."

Once the door shut, she sighed dreamily and laid back onto her back. The way he looked at her was filled with such warmth and adoration, it made her want to melt into the mattress like a slice of cheese under a broiler. He made her heart pound like mad, made her body tingle all over with excitement and she couldn't get enough. It was a shame they both had responsibilities... Speaking of, she thought to herself that she should probably think about what to say to Jameson.

With another sigh, she started to contemplate it, trying to dig deep for the answers her superior was looking for. No, what she was looking for.

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A few moments after his arm had been offered, Truffle landed on it. While Vin might have expected something sharp, it never came. Instead, he would feel blunted claws gripping him with a gentle firmness as she not-so-gracefully steadied herself upon him.

Sabastian could have sworn that the bird's talons had looked extremely sharp and pointed while it was perched on the branch, like something out of a graphic novel. He thought they had looked like they could gut someone in seconds, but he was starting to doubt whether he truly had seen them like that. The blonde lowered his tentacle and marveled at how badass Vin looked with a large black zombie bird on his arm. It took guts to offer one's hand to a strange bird, even if it was just a normal bird of that size.

Once she was balanced, her eyes turned to the rest of the group and said, "Rr! Ouch! Ouch!" It was less as though she was actually saying she was in pain, as her reproachful tone indicated that she was more offended by her reception. If a bird could give dirty looks, they would certainly have gotten one.

Damien felt a bit bewildered, as though the bird expected him to feel guilty after what had just happened. Honestly, he felt like he had take the right course of action, even if it did turn out okay for Vin. There was no way to know whether the bird was swooping down to attack or not. Glancing down, he saw the purple pouch, the man bending over and picking it up. Curiously, he opened it up to find that it was filled with different kinds of uncracked nuts.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" Truffle protested, flapping her wings in objection once before shuffling on Vin's arm.
 
Cora reached up to brush some of her hair behind her ear, simply frowning again when the bird gave them such a dirty look.

"I'm sorry Truffle, but you scared us!" she stated with exasperation, and now a bit of impatience. It was freakin cold out here and she wanted to either get going, or get back into the warm car.

"Mine!"

She heard Quint snicker from the sidelines, and if she had a stick, she would have beat him silly with it. If he thought he could stand there and let that...was it a raven or a crow? In any case, the black bird, harm her man, then he needed to screw his head back on straight.

"You should probably give that back to her Damien, and apologize" Vin said, after having held his arm out a bit to avoid her angry wing flap. When she shuffled more towards his chest, he took the opportunity to reach over and feel her talons with the back of his knuckle, his brows furrowed in curiosity and misbelief. He was pretty sure his eye sight was still good, and he thought he had seen what Sabastian had. At the very least, Delvin thought his skin would be feeling a nasty sting, but her claws were now surprisingly smooth and very comfortable.
 
Cora's statement seemed to placate the bird, but just a little bit. It seemed as though she was still a bit prickly about the fact that Damien had her possession in his hands. While she felt what Vin was doing, the bird didn't recoil from his knuckles, still focused on her own issues with Damien.

The grey-eyed man shot Quint his own dirty look when he heard that little snicker. This wasn't funny- it wasn't like he had meant to anger the bird or anything. Though while he was reluctant to do so, his better judgement told him that Vin was likely right about him apologizing.

With a sigh, the man walked over to Vin and held out the bag impatiently.

"I'm sorry."

Truffle seemed to narrow her eyes at him suspiciously as she cocked her head slightly to the side, perhaps picking up on his tone.

There was a moment of silence before Damien realized that the bird wasn't accepting his apology. It wasn't attacking him either or making an angry display. It just seemed to be... waiting.

It dawned on him that as aggravating as it might be, he would have to make more of an effort. With a twitch of an eyebrow, he knelt one knee onto the soggy ground in front of Vin and the bird.

"Okay, okay. I'm really sorry. I was just curious. You're the prettiest, most beautiful, gorgeous bird with very sleek, glossy feathers, and I wanted to know what was in your pretty bag. Here, I'll give this back to you, Miss Truffle." Damien held out the bag within reach of her beak. This was... embarrassing to say the least. Why did he have to apologize and flatter this bird? He felt ridiculous, talking to the bird out loud despite knowing it likely had a decent understanding of what he was saying.

From behind Quint, Sayori snickered, having peeked out to see the scene. It looked as though Damien was proposing to his long-lost bird lover or something.

Truffle seemed to be swayed, the bird puffing up a bit and cooing, "Pretty Truffle." She reached out and took the bag with her beak before transferring it to one of her talons. Once it was there, she looked up at Vin and said, "Rr. Warm nest soon. Wow! No chilly chilly." The bird then turned her head and pointed with her beak in the direction of the resort, as though indicating that she was suggesting they follow her.
 
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The fact that Sayori was able to stand behind him and giggle at the person who had kidnapped and abused her just tickled Quint pink, and he couldn't seem to stop himself from letting out his own hard laughter. His hands went down to slap his knees as he bent over a bit and continued for a few more seconds before he was able to stop long enough to say something.

"You look pretty good down there Pretty Boy! If I had known that's all it took to get you down in the dirt, I would have found us a bird sooner!"

Cora gave him a dark look before she suddenly flew across the short distance between them and went for his chest, smacking him hard enough to leave a red mark even through his layers of fluffy clothing.

"Shut up Quinton!"

"Ow! No!"

They glared at each other, hard, neither one daring to break the eye contact. Quint had wanted to say 'make me', but he knew she could, so he had settled for a simple and defiant 'no' instead.

While the two twins were having a stand off, and as Truffle had made Damien grovel, Vin had looked down at Sabastian with uncomfortable awkwardness. He felt weird standing on the sidelines while all this chaos was going on, so when the corvid pointed towards the resort, he was more than happy for the direction. He reached down and offered a hand to help Damien stand up, and then he looked over towards the car.

"Let's grab Bowie and get out of this rain."

A shiver ran down his spine again, one so strong that it made his whole body tremble a bit, so he wrapped his free arm around Sabastian and ushered him forward gently.

Seeing as the party was leaving without them, Cora decided to be the bigger person and end their rivalry. With a suddenness that always took him off guard, Quint snorted out a hard laugh through clenched teeth as she crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

"Damnit Cory" he said with slight annoyance as he tried to ignore her dumb face and turn to go back to the Ferrari. They couldn't just leave the vehicles on the side of the road, for all to see, after all.

"Green flamingo."

"You already used that one" he said in an annoying voice, trying to imitate her as she started walking with himself and Sayori, apparently pretty proud that she had won their little match and still wanting to bask in her almighty glory as she giggled and crossed her arms.

"Don't be jealous."

"Jealous of what?"

"That I make better faces than you."

"You do no-"

She turned her whole torso towards him with sudden speed, putting her arms down in a relaxed manner as her face twisted into another goofy look, this time her eyes bugging out a bit as she pulled her top lip back and tried for a bucked tooth grin. The second Quint started pulling his lips up into a smile, she pushed herself forward and got up close to him, making a dumb snorting noise that made him absolutely lose his shit laughing.
 
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Quint's laughing and the way he mocked him earned him a venomous look from Damien, the man clenching his teeth while silently fuming. He might have even snapped back if it hadn't been for Cora smacking the man herself. It made him feel good that she was on his side, but it still didn't help the urge to want to stagger to his feet and punch Quint straight in his smart-ass mouth. Of course Quint hated him- they all knew that, but it seemed like picked the most inopportune times (or perhaps perfect from Quint's perspective) to fuck with him.

Damien took Vin's hand and let the larger man help him up. "Thanks," he said shortly, obviously trying not to take out his anger on Vin.

Sabastian had returned Vin's look with an amused look of his own. He wasn't going to say anything to Damien, but he had to say that watching his old boss butter up a bird to earn back her favor was kinda funny. At least Sabastian had the decency not to tease Damien when he got back up and headed toward the cars with them.

Though Sayori was exceedingly pleased with the way Quint outright laughed at Damien, she felt somewhat out of place when the twins started their little squabble. It was that distinct feeling of being a third wheel, somewhat... out of place. She wasn't going to make a big deal out of it though. After all, it wasn't like she was being excluded or anything; furthermore, she considered it childish to want to be Quint's best friend when Cora was literally his twin he grew up with his entire life. As childish as it was, she supposed it just sucked not to have a friend that was hers.

Regardless of all this, Sayori simply walked quietly and focused on getting herself out of the rain. It was pretty darn cold out after all, and she still feeling a bit tired. Though it was still light out, she assumed it was sometime in the evening based on the last time she had looked at the car clock before falling asleep. She couldn't help a small smile from creeping up her lips at the sound of Quint giggling as they walked.

As they approached the Van, Bowie's head was still up. He peeked at them through the glass, his eyes eventually locking with Truffle's. While the snake didn't hiss yet, it seemed as though the little noodle was very wary of the large bird, his body sinking down slightly in the car window like a shy child. Truffle simply looked at him and cocked her head to the side, not revealing her own thoughts about the little noodle in that moment. When Vin approached the car, she hopped off his arm and flew through the rain to the door, landing on the lip of a large potted bush and trying to ruffle the water off of herself while she waited.

There was of course a parking lot for this resort, but it happened to be about half a mile down the paved driveway. However, there were some hedges that the cars could be stashed behind if they didn't mind driving over the grass. It was determined that this would be the best option, especially since this was only a temporary solution. It was hard to tell in the rain, but it was a rather large luxury hotel, the sandy-colored stone on the outside making it look welcoming and classy at the same time. The two doors to the resort were quite large, with a beautiful gold knocker on each of them. They seemed to be just for show though, as there was a doorbell to the left.

They didn't get a chance to discuss or even hesitate, for as soon as they huddled under the covered entrance, Truffle hopped up and fluttered over to the doorbell, pushing it with her beak before fluttering back down and looking at the door expectantly.

Not a moment later, the grandiose door of the resort opened and there stood a man in black slacks, a black vest and bowtie on top of a white button-up shirt. Perhaps he had already been expecting them thanks to the bird, or perhaps he had looked out the window by chance. It was immediately apparent that he was a zombie, as his amethyst eye was not hidden beside his regular black one. His black hair was combed to the side with not a strand out of place. He wasn't quite as tall as Damien, but certainly taller than Sabastian at about 5 foot 9 inches.

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He looked around, taking quick stock of each of them before addressing the group as a whole in a clear, welcoming tone. "Hello, my name is Nathaniel, and I'm the head butler here. I'll have to ask you to leave any weapons you may be carrying at the door. If you're more comfortable leaving them in your vehicle, that would also be acceptable. I apologize for the inconvenience, but please understand that this rule is implemented for everyone's safety." He gave a polite smile, though one got the sense from his calm confidence and expectant gaze that this wasn't something he was willing to discuss. Meanwhile, his hand had gestured toward a large chest to the side of the entrance, as though indicating that they could stash them there.
 
Delvin watched the interaction between the two animals, slight concern coming to his face when Bowie ducked his head down. Of the two, he would have thought the snake would feel more confident. He was a predator and he was already quite large for a Bullsnake, but after having eaten that crazy rat that had almost killed them all, Bowie seemed to have gained another foot, if not two, almost over night. He had also become quite chunkier and muscled, almost more like a Boa Constrictor.

It had been quite the shock when they had woken up to see the large shed laying beside the serpent, and for a moment, not knowing if the reptile would take on features of the rat’s mind. As if he had been able to read the looks on their faces, though, Bowie had quickly put them at ease by bobbing his head up and down before rubbing up against his leg, just like he always did. But now that begged the question, was Bowie really afraid of Truffle? Why? He was just as powerful, wasn’t he? Maybe he was just shy…

Delvin opened the door after the bird flew away, reaching in to lift the snake up on his shoulders and waist. He wanted to comfort Bowie, but also found himself needing a little comfort himself. He had a nasty feeling in his gut but foolishly chalked it up to having to stop their mad running.



After hiding the vehicles, the group, by suggestion from Cora, had thought it appropriate to hide their most important supplies under a large boulder about a meter away from their vehicles with the two zombies help. They had two waterproof plastic totes that they were able to stack carefully down into the ground, that were large enough to hold a few days worth of dry food, their guns, a few sets of clothing, and medical supplies. Cora herself had decided to stuff everything she absolutely needed, including most of her medicine, into her backpack. If anything were to happen to their cars while they were gone, she felt safe knowing that they wouldn’t need to go looking for more of it and put them all in danger. On her person, in a ziplock bag, she brought three days worth. She couldn’t imagine them staying any longer than that, indeed, even twenty four hours being too dangerous to risk surely.

By the time they were done with those tasks, they were all thoroughly soaked through and absolutely miserable, wasting no more time in getting to the resort. Neither Quint, Cora, nor Delvin actually wanted to be held up here, but when the door opened, a collective wave of relief fell upon them. Instinct for shelter and warmth was stronger than their fear in that moment, all of them first looking at the half zombie before glancing behind him to get a look at what they could see.

Hello, my name is Nathaniel…I'll have to ask you to leave any weapons you may be carrying at the door. If you're more comfortable leaving them in your vehicle, that would also be acceptable...

Without missing a beat, Quint looked down at Sabastian and gave him a soft, playful jab with his elbow as he grinned.

“Alright, you heard the man. Get in the chest Iolus.”

His voice was full of good humor, not trying to mock the little blond but simply play with him like how they had whenever finding a few moments of peaceful joking, when they had been trapped together in the prison beneath the base. The hazel eyed zombie was also throwing a little jab at himself, knowing that he was definitely not the muscle in their crazy little group.
 
Sabastian’s eyebrows screwed up for a moment of confusion before the joke hit him. He simply gave Quint a little side-ways grin before shaking his head. While he did appreciate the joke, he was a bit too chilly and nervous to really laugh or give him any further reaction. Fact was, they had no idea what they were waking into. For all they knew, it was a building full of cannibal pirates or something. He was strong, yes, but he didn’t really want to throw down unless the circumstances were quite severe.

The butler patiently waited for them, like a mother that was standing firm until her child wiped their shoes on the doormat before coming in. He didn’t give any indication that he liked Quint’s joke other than making an effort to curl his smile up for a moment, though whether it was simply a polite gesture or not was anyone’s guess.

Were they able to fully see the resort in it’s typical splendor on the outside, they might have expected the extravagance within. Alas, the coverage of the storm had concealed just how marvelous the place was. Behind Nathaniel, the floor looked to be white marble with streaks of light grey. The room was circular, a beautiful domed skylight made of glass arching above the high walls. One could see the pitter-pattern of the rain through the panes, though with the current amount of rain it looked more like it was perched under a waterfall.

There was an elegant, modern-looking desk on the far end of the room near another set of double-doors, presumably for checking in guests of the resort. It had a placard on it that said in fancy gold lettering, “Welcome to the Eden Springs Resort”. If one was observant, they would see several pamphlets on the desk, some for the hot spring pools, some for the vineyards, and some for the casino.

Otherwise, there were four marble pillars with golden vines snaking around them from the top, their leaves glinting in the soft glow of the orb-shaped lights at the top of each pillar. There was no doubt that this place would have cost one a pretty penny to stay at, the type of place Damien might have been able to vacation at, but would be out of reach for the rest unless they saved up.

Due to their previous weapon-dump into that little make-shift cache, none of them were currently armed. It had been a chance they were willing to make to get out of the cold and wet, though Damien couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable not being able to defend himself. Not that he could fire a gun well enough at the moment anyhow.

He raised his free arm and spoke up, “we don’t have any weapons with us.” With that, he moved toward the door, but the butler stopped him, holding out an arm.

“My apologies, sir. But I am required to check.” His eyes flicked up and down Damien’s body for a moment, taking in the way his body and clothes were thoroughly soaked. The man reached up and put his white, gloved hand up to his mouth, pulling it off with his teeth before pulling the other off with his free hand. Both gloves were gently tucked into his pocket before he quickly patted Damien down. His hands didn’t linger any longer than they had to, though he paused at the end and lifted Damien’s injured hand gently in his own almost as though he intended to kiss it. The intention turned out to be only for the purpose of inspecting it slightly.

“What a shame…” he murmured. “We’ll have to get you some medical attention at the first opportunity then.”

Damien took his hand back in a swift jerk and moved to pass, pursing his lips before replying, “that would be fine.” The grey-eyed man hadn’t liked to be touched like that, but he supposed it was a small price to pay for admittance. Even more though, he didn’t like the idea that Cora had to be touched to get through as well. Once behind the man, he looked back with concern at Cora, prepared to leave if she didn’t want to allow such a thing.

The next up to be patted down was Quint, the zombie reaching out in a way that indicated that he was prepared to stop if Quint told him otherwise.
 
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