However, Boone’s group have been off the trail and they all believe what the wagon-master has to say about the trail being easier than it used to be... or it could still be because they’ve seen what a raw trail is like and traveled over it.The bulk of the trail between the two forts is fairly good traveling, but it does have a few spots where the terrain is difficult and it slows them down. Some of the river crossings also slow them down. One good thing with this wagon-train is there are no wagons. Police tried their best to hold back the invading plants with gunfire and other protective means, but none of it mattered; explosing pine needles sprayed towards those their jaws could not reach, and soon the entire town was lost. If there was even a single surviving soul they had hidden so well even Santa Claus would be unable to see them. The fat, jolly man sat high upon the largest Christmas tree in town, his sparkling eyes gazing upon the chaos of his potted plants consuming everything in. Steffie stared in rapt attention. What a nasty set of pictures! Then,she wondered, if the pictures were so nasty, why was her stiff clittiefighting to be freed from her panties?She was startled from her reverie by the sound of the dryer's buzzer.She could feel her face flush as she emptied the dryer and she knew itwasn't because of the heat from the dryer! Her clittie slowly softenedas she sorted and folded her lingerie. She glanced around as she didso, and noticed that there were still a few. Gold wings jerked out from Zak’s back blocking her view. Alluna stared into his eyes and saw that they were no longer human. “I won’t lose you, Luna,” his voice growled. “I’ll keep you safe.” There was bright sunlight at the top of the stairway. Alluna looked back and screamed when she saw the devils crawling over the ceiling, getting even closer. “Zak.” “We’ll make it, baby. I promise.” Sunlight blinded her momentarily, and she felt Zak take a tumble. Somehow he kept her from hitting the.