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Dec 2019

Damon straddled my legs, and I looked at him in both surprise and anguish. His grip on me was tight and it was starting to hurt. I had teased him yes, not really sure why, but my loins ached for him and my body was still healing post-birth, not really allowing me to follow through. “What do you mean, punish? Is that like some sex thing?” I uttered.

“No, it’s like some killing thing.” A wicked grin played on his face.

I am bored....Like really bored....And I am talking to myself like a crazy person.

"I’m not worried that you’ll hurt me or any of us, I’m worried that you’ll get hurt, and I’ll be left missing another person."

"The only thing she could feel afterwards was the heat of her tears rolling down her cheek, and his breathing down her neck."

@CarltonIsaac That's one interesting sentence you picked.

I opened my other eye and widened them both like a madman, "Woah, woah, woah. Woah. Wait, seven? As in seven? Seven?"

Matt gave a humorless chuckle as he opened his second can of beer. "Say that ten years ago and people think you're fucking Jesus Christ curing cancer, AIDS, and all that shit. Say it now and people think you're a murderer."

People began to stare at him as he was escorted through the city.

"The next time you mess with us will be your last time"

I knew the muffled noises escaping my mouth were pointless.

The last thing she saw was the face of the undead woman in her dreams… and she smiled.
300 undead. Open up a bottle, Matt. I’m coming.