The kitchen was stocked with only cans, the cooker filthy and with a thick layer of dust and grime showed how long it had been since he’d cooked. Ha...d he ever cooked for himself? Empty jars stood side by side in the cupboard, the labels reading things like ‘plum chutney’ and ‘mums marmalade’, the writing Renee’s, the glass immaculate and completely at odds with the rest of the cottage. In an old mustard tin at the back of the cupboard we found a roll of notes, tightly wrapped in an elastic. Of course, he’d be screwed if the thing ever got close enough to see with the naked eye. (That wasn’t strictly true, depending on location. With flat terrain, people could see it unaided from a safe distance.)To be clear, no one, not even military ground forces, intentionally approached within a mile of any of the monsters. Not anymore. Anyone caught within a mile or so was driven insane. Babbling insane. Attacking-uninfected-humans-on-sight insane.Their living victims had been labeled with the. Sam and I put the girls in the center with Diane in the middle, Ruth next to me and Peggy next to Sam. We stroked each other a bit and I felt up Diane only to find Ruth's fingers already up Diane's warm slippery slit. Relaxing made us all very tired and we quickly fell into a deep satisfied sleep. I woke up to the sound of low moaning and reached out for Ruth only to find she was gone. I reached out further and felt a small firm tit which I recognized as Diane's I rubbed her tit gently and felt. I hope you’ll give her a ride on it for me when she comes to stay one weekend before school starts.”“You got it Mr. Michaels I’d be proud to give her a ride,” Hoot could see the little girl laughing with glee, as they sped around the curves and down the hills on State Route 82, through the mountains.“We brought a trailer to load it on Mr. Michaels. We’ll just go back there and get it. We’ll look all that other stuff over too while we’re there,” Hoot told him.“It’s all yours Hoot ... Oh Yeah,.