Post by Tori Remington on Apr 14, 2018 20:20:55 GMT
The sun set across an empty stretch of road in North Carolina.
Love shack!
Two men stood in police uniforms alongside a matching dodge charger, parked alongside a diner promising the best pies in the Carolinas. Their cigarettes filled the afternoon sky with smoke, their stereo blocking out any other sounds at this particular highway junction save for the sweet music of the B-52's.
Baby, Love shack!
"Hey Davie," The baby faced man lamented to the other, taking a long drag off his camel. His uniform was stained with puke from their bender the night before. His ginger hair waved in the wind. "Think there's anything left of society out there?"
Love shack, baby, yeah!
The other man, scruffy with the distinct odor of coffee, dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. He was silent as he ran his hands over his own brown hair, pulling a flask from his pocket and taking a shot. "I don't know Robb, but I think we'll be able to build our own with that little piece back there."
Sign says stay away fools, cause love rules at the love shack.
"Yeah, I 'spose," Robb smiled to his partner. "She'll fuck a fortune ain't dat right?" He could already picture her doe eyed, those long legs, that small body, her mouth wrapped around his-
Dave stole his attention. The trunk was open. The rear driver side door was open. She was doe eyed all right in nothing but a white t-shirt and skinny jeans, with a shotgun in her hands and a shell racked in the chamber. Both men ran around trying to stop her. "Fucking shit!!!"
Well its set way back in the middle of a field, just a funky old shack and I gotta get back.
Tori blasted the back of the police cruiser full of buckshot as she tried to hit Dave through the window. She quickly racked another shell and spun the barrel around as Robb closed in. Dave lifted her up from behind before she could pull the trigger a second time and while she kicked, Robb stole the gun from her hands.
Glitter on the mattress!
A scream pierced her lips as the small blonde produced a revolver from her waist. Before she could shoot, the man crushing her threw her against the side of the car. She fell in a heap onto the tar. A loud crack spat from one of her cylinders, taking Dave in the ear.
Glitter on the highway!
Tori dragged herself under the car, her fingernails bleeding from the effort as Dave wailed in pain. She couldn't hear anything over the ringing. She couldn't see much as tears clouded her vision. Robb was already standing over her as she crawled out the other side. He dragged her across the pavement by her collar with the devil in his baby blue eyes.
Glitter on the front porch!
Tori could only concentrate on his belt as he pinned her waist to the ground. Her head felt like it was splitting open. He was going to hurt her. She reached for anything she could use to stop Robb.
Glitter on the hallway!
Dainty fingers frantically stumbled into a cigarette laying by her side, still hot from recent use. Tori grasped it and shoved the burning end into the eye of her assailant. As he stood up screaming, she bucked him and made a mad dash for the car.
The love shack is a little old place where we can get togather.
Keys from the visor into the ignition. Selector into drive. Both men railing on the windows as the doors lock. The pedal to the floor.
Love shack, baby! Love shack, baby!
Tori didn't look back to see if the men were running after the car. They were. She just concentrated on pushing distance between them as the squad roared down the road. It was hard to keep it straight, the seat too far back forcing her to hyperextened her trembling arms and legs.
Love shack's where its at! Love shack's where its at!
Moaners flew off the windshield at 110mph. Everything was a blurr and she felt weightless more then once. Tori prayed that the highway would stay straight as it merged onto the freeway. It did and she finally relaxed the throttle.
It was another twenty miles before the vehicle hit a quarter of a tank and Tori pulled off the freeway, following roadsigns to reach a cobwebbed Shell station. Steam rose up from underneath the hood of the dodge as she killed the engine and stepped out. She quickly surveyed her surroundings.
The station, a pale yellow in color, was on the edge of a small town though she hadn't seen a name for the place on the way in. Most of the houses were various shades of grey or pastel. In the distance, a burned out church tower was still giving off smoke. Lightning could be the cause. She hoped. It was too far to investigate. A small group of moaners was headed her way, and she needed to get inside before they found her.
Tori grabbed the keys and her stuff from the backseat, where her kidnappers had left it. A duty belt, cut short to fit around her petite waist, was re-equipped. Her revolver found its holster alongside an old taser, a flashlight, rusty handcuffs, and a dented cannister of mace. Along with it came a tiny bullet proof vest, and her trusty leather jacket. The blonde bit her lip as she reloaded her pump and pushed open the glass door to the building.
She hoped Robb and David were bleeding out like pigs on the side of the road for what they did to her and her group, but she knew she wouldn't have that luck. They're probably on their way here now. Tori cleared each of the aisles with her barrel, exposing nothing but expired potato chips and flat soda pops, as she made her way behind the counter. It was hard to read the numbers on the till with the sun setting, but it was obvious somebody smashed it open. She actually giggled from that one, stealing money wasn't going to help anyone in this lifetime.
Tori searched the shelves below the till hoping for ammunition, but finding nothing but more cobwebs and a box of cigarettes. Gross as heck. The girl mused as she scrunched up her face and reached to peel open the package. That's when the largest spider she had ever seen jumped out of it and touched her hand. She squeaked and jumped back, only to scream bloody murder as the back of her heel came down on a metal pad and the jaws of a trap clamped across her lower right leg.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
Her mother would have washed her mouth out with soap had she been there, but Tori was more worried about the blood trickling through her jeans as she crumpled to the floor. She knew it was a conibear from having tagged along with her dad trapping. She knew it was designed to kill small animals. She was thankful to the lord that it hadn't been big enough to break her leg or worse amputate it, but it still hurt like hell. Who sets a trap in the corner of a gas station?!
Tori's first thought after calming herself down was to try and pry it open, but she didn't have the strength and it was bleeding pretty badly. Knocks along the walls of the station signalled to her that the moaners outside had heard her scream, so time was of the essence. Using the butt of her shotgun as a makeshift paddle, she dragged herself and the trap across the length of the store, leaving a trail of blood as she slowly made her way into the station's restroom. It was the boy's bathroom but she didn't care as she yanked down all the paper towel from the floor. The blonde propped her gun against the urinal and leaned back against the wall of a stall as she applied direct pressure. Tori knew she had messed up badly, but she wasn't about to admit it.
She was caught by a damn spider.
Love shack!
Two men stood in police uniforms alongside a matching dodge charger, parked alongside a diner promising the best pies in the Carolinas. Their cigarettes filled the afternoon sky with smoke, their stereo blocking out any other sounds at this particular highway junction save for the sweet music of the B-52's.
Baby, Love shack!
"Hey Davie," The baby faced man lamented to the other, taking a long drag off his camel. His uniform was stained with puke from their bender the night before. His ginger hair waved in the wind. "Think there's anything left of society out there?"
Love shack, baby, yeah!
The other man, scruffy with the distinct odor of coffee, dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. He was silent as he ran his hands over his own brown hair, pulling a flask from his pocket and taking a shot. "I don't know Robb, but I think we'll be able to build our own with that little piece back there."
Sign says stay away fools, cause love rules at the love shack.
"Yeah, I 'spose," Robb smiled to his partner. "She'll fuck a fortune ain't dat right?" He could already picture her doe eyed, those long legs, that small body, her mouth wrapped around his-
Dave stole his attention. The trunk was open. The rear driver side door was open. She was doe eyed all right in nothing but a white t-shirt and skinny jeans, with a shotgun in her hands and a shell racked in the chamber. Both men ran around trying to stop her. "Fucking shit!!!"
Well its set way back in the middle of a field, just a funky old shack and I gotta get back.
Tori blasted the back of the police cruiser full of buckshot as she tried to hit Dave through the window. She quickly racked another shell and spun the barrel around as Robb closed in. Dave lifted her up from behind before she could pull the trigger a second time and while she kicked, Robb stole the gun from her hands.
Glitter on the mattress!
A scream pierced her lips as the small blonde produced a revolver from her waist. Before she could shoot, the man crushing her threw her against the side of the car. She fell in a heap onto the tar. A loud crack spat from one of her cylinders, taking Dave in the ear.
Glitter on the highway!
Tori dragged herself under the car, her fingernails bleeding from the effort as Dave wailed in pain. She couldn't hear anything over the ringing. She couldn't see much as tears clouded her vision. Robb was already standing over her as she crawled out the other side. He dragged her across the pavement by her collar with the devil in his baby blue eyes.
Glitter on the front porch!
Tori could only concentrate on his belt as he pinned her waist to the ground. Her head felt like it was splitting open. He was going to hurt her. She reached for anything she could use to stop Robb.
Glitter on the hallway!
Dainty fingers frantically stumbled into a cigarette laying by her side, still hot from recent use. Tori grasped it and shoved the burning end into the eye of her assailant. As he stood up screaming, she bucked him and made a mad dash for the car.
The love shack is a little old place where we can get togather.
Keys from the visor into the ignition. Selector into drive. Both men railing on the windows as the doors lock. The pedal to the floor.
Love shack, baby! Love shack, baby!
Tori didn't look back to see if the men were running after the car. They were. She just concentrated on pushing distance between them as the squad roared down the road. It was hard to keep it straight, the seat too far back forcing her to hyperextened her trembling arms and legs.
Love shack's where its at! Love shack's where its at!
Moaners flew off the windshield at 110mph. Everything was a blurr and she felt weightless more then once. Tori prayed that the highway would stay straight as it merged onto the freeway. It did and she finally relaxed the throttle.
It was another twenty miles before the vehicle hit a quarter of a tank and Tori pulled off the freeway, following roadsigns to reach a cobwebbed Shell station. Steam rose up from underneath the hood of the dodge as she killed the engine and stepped out. She quickly surveyed her surroundings.
The station, a pale yellow in color, was on the edge of a small town though she hadn't seen a name for the place on the way in. Most of the houses were various shades of grey or pastel. In the distance, a burned out church tower was still giving off smoke. Lightning could be the cause. She hoped. It was too far to investigate. A small group of moaners was headed her way, and she needed to get inside before they found her.
Tori grabbed the keys and her stuff from the backseat, where her kidnappers had left it. A duty belt, cut short to fit around her petite waist, was re-equipped. Her revolver found its holster alongside an old taser, a flashlight, rusty handcuffs, and a dented cannister of mace. Along with it came a tiny bullet proof vest, and her trusty leather jacket. The blonde bit her lip as she reloaded her pump and pushed open the glass door to the building.
She hoped Robb and David were bleeding out like pigs on the side of the road for what they did to her and her group, but she knew she wouldn't have that luck. They're probably on their way here now. Tori cleared each of the aisles with her barrel, exposing nothing but expired potato chips and flat soda pops, as she made her way behind the counter. It was hard to read the numbers on the till with the sun setting, but it was obvious somebody smashed it open. She actually giggled from that one, stealing money wasn't going to help anyone in this lifetime.
Tori searched the shelves below the till hoping for ammunition, but finding nothing but more cobwebs and a box of cigarettes. Gross as heck. The girl mused as she scrunched up her face and reached to peel open the package. That's when the largest spider she had ever seen jumped out of it and touched her hand. She squeaked and jumped back, only to scream bloody murder as the back of her heel came down on a metal pad and the jaws of a trap clamped across her lower right leg.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"
Her mother would have washed her mouth out with soap had she been there, but Tori was more worried about the blood trickling through her jeans as she crumpled to the floor. She knew it was a conibear from having tagged along with her dad trapping. She knew it was designed to kill small animals. She was thankful to the lord that it hadn't been big enough to break her leg or worse amputate it, but it still hurt like hell. Who sets a trap in the corner of a gas station?!
Tori's first thought after calming herself down was to try and pry it open, but she didn't have the strength and it was bleeding pretty badly. Knocks along the walls of the station signalled to her that the moaners outside had heard her scream, so time was of the essence. Using the butt of her shotgun as a makeshift paddle, she dragged herself and the trap across the length of the store, leaving a trail of blood as she slowly made her way into the station's restroom. It was the boy's bathroom but she didn't care as she yanked down all the paper towel from the floor. The blonde propped her gun against the urinal and leaned back against the wall of a stall as she applied direct pressure. Tori knew she had messed up badly, but she wasn't about to admit it.
She was caught by a damn spider.
