Danny leans against the counter and runs a hand over his face as he watches her load the washer, her sweater sleeves bunched up at her elbows and shor...t shorts bearing her gorgeous legs to him. On a normal night, he would’ve just jumped her then and there. Tonight, though, he is too pissed off with work to feel like a good fuck.“We can go to the store tomorrow,” Meg suggests, trying to break the quiet brooding that Danny is in. She’s never seen him this angry after work, and she knows she isn’t. ‘Tell… me,’ he demanded, between teasing her lips with his tongue. ‘Okay, okay. They’re mine,’ she said, surrendering. ‘I buy men’s sweats because they fit me better.’ She sighed into his mouth just before he kissed her hungrily. ‘You little tease!’ He smiled against her temple. ‘Jesse, what are we doing?’ she asked, echoing his earlier question. ‘Necking,’ he moaned, kissing her again, exploring her mouth with his eager tongue. ‘You turn me on, Dani. I’m burning up!’ His words came out in a. The city, already overrun by a few million insane, Infected humans, was going to be used as a prison. Well, not a prison exactly. A quarantine zone? Concentration camp?Whatever you wanted to call it, it was surrounded by guards and snipers who would, no doubt, kill anyone attempting to leave the city. He briefly considered climbing the fence and trying to be noticed and heard without getting shot, but no, he’d be dead long before he got within hearing range of a normal person. He needed a. Mike shook his head in their general direction, gulping down his beer. After the game of stripes and solids was over, someone at the back spoke up, addressing the patrons of the bar in general. “We’re going out to the corn maze if anyone wants to go.” It was Nancy, at one time she was the sparkle in Moore’s eye. Queen of the Harvest Moon dance year after year, cheer leader, she had a promising future. Now here she stood in her mid forties, overweight, wrinkles forming, hair bleached blonde..