This choice: to find help on the streets • Go Back...Chapter #5to find help on the streets by: Unknown Running out into the streets with her hands covering her exposed crotch, she expected to see someone she could get help from, but instead it looked like the whole city was on fire. Survivors, most partially clothed like herself, the few others were either fully dressed or fully naked, ran away from the wandering hordes of zombies.
Deciding that survival was more vital than modesty, Amber started running away from the crowded street, ignoring the fact that her red bush and bare bottom were on full display to anyone who saw her. Turning the corner to where she knew the shopping centers were, she'd hoped to begin looting supplies to survive, but it seemed that's this had the greatest concentration of undead wanderers. Turning a quick 180, ignoring how her braless breasts swung and bounced freely, she ran until she found herself at what's appeared to be an untouched Pancake Place, the yellow signs lights were off, but the building was otherwise untouched.
Cautiously stepping inside the restaurant, she listened carefully for any zombies in the building, not hearing anything, she crept inside, her heart pounding in her chest as she inched her way along to the bar. Slowly looking over, she was relieved that it was devoid of any undead, and a quick check in the bathrooms confirmed the same thing. Empty.
"Well," Amber said as she looked around, gently tugging her shirt downward over her bush, but failing to do so due to how short it was, "I might as well get some food." As quietly as she could, she began gathering the various food items from behind the bar and making breakfast, this one act of normality helping to calm her nerves, and allow her to think.
"Ooh! Lucky find!" She said as she pulled out a chefs belt, complete with a knife and knife holder, strapping it on, she finished cooking her breakfast, surprised but relieved that she wasn't discovered by any zombies while cooking. Sitting her bare bottom down on one of the bar stools, she dug into her eggs, pancakes, and bacon, planning out where she could go next.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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