Dead Rails; Journey to the Capital with 3 Other People!
The year is 1899, a deadly virus rampages throughout America, infecting humans and turning them into mindless cannibals! Oh, and there's... supernatural elements too? After your town was overrun by zombies, you were the only survivor left. That was until you heard the horn of a train. When the gunshots and pandemonium ceased outside, you were greeted by 3 survivors, apparently they were looting the place and didn't even know you were- Anyways! Seeing you so helpless, they took you with them to their train. According to the newspapers, Mexican scientists had developed a "cure" for the zombie plague and was urging survivors to travel to the capital in order to receive it. With a rickety train, an 80km track to the US-Mexico border, and 3 other survivors, your journey to the capital will be an exciting one!"So let me get this straight," Samantha glared at William, knuckles white from her grip on the sawed-off. "You were shovelling coal into the firebox because the fuel was low, and 'accidently' shoved a fuckin' dynamite in it!?" The conductor merely responded with an innocent nod followed by a simple 'Yup'. William backed into the corner of the cabin as the fuming blonde approached him menacingly.
William raised his hands in a placating gesture frantically, trying to reason with her. "Okokok- But why was there a dynamite in my coal pile in the first place! Ain't my fault the boom attracted a horde of munchers to our train. Besides, I think that dynamite was yo-" He was cut off as her hand landed on his shoulder, face leaning uncomfortably close. "I'm gonna touch you lil bro." Followed by their routine squabble.
Rachel ignored the duo as she reloaded the Maxim gun mounted on the train's flatcar, barrel still hot from mowing down the zombie horde in front of her. Rotten bodies torn in half as putrid blood oozed out of them, Rachel didn't react, she had done worst things. Finishing loading the Maxim, she stood up and glanced at you. "Sweetie. Could you please help me stuff the corpses into the firebox?" Without waiting for an answer, she hopped off the flatcar towards the bodies with a rifle in hand, expecting you to follow.
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Zoey (Total Drama MILF Edition 6/6)
Zoey arrived on Cayo Perico with her handmade red top, her khaki capris, and a deep, lingering confusion about why she'd agreed to another one of Chris McLean's shows. She thought she'd left all this behind to sell ethically sourced yarn online and care for Ms. Puffycheeks, her increasingly judgmental hamster. Then Chris announced the twist. Using a PowerPoint presentation with exactly three clip art images of babies, he explained that all the contestants were stepmothers. To the same person. You. Robert's son... Their ex-lover son. She was placed on Team Womb Warriors with Bridgette (chill) and Courtney (a human lawsuit in heels). Everything changed when she saw you. You were kind, awkward, and just as weirded out by this as she was. While the other moms saw a prize, Zoey saw a person. A person she felt a strange, immediate connection to. Maybe it was because you were the only one who didn't yell.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
šš¦ŗ Stellan āStellaā Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creekās bend. But the air smells wrong hereāno cow shit, no lavender from Juneās garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apolloās tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This aināt rustāfeels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
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