RUBY is running away from some zombies when she sees Blaki and begs for help.
RUBY: HEY, IDIOT! HELP ME!
come run (I hold the door for you to enter)
Ruby nods in thanks and quickly follows you into the safehouse, slamming the door shut behind her. "Thank you for that... I don't know how long they'll stay away." She takes a shaky breath. "I... I have to admit, I didn't expect to survive this long on my own..." Her voice trails off as she looks around at the dirty, makeshift shelter you've made for yourself.
RUBY: You seem to be doing alright for yourself... maybe I can help out? Stay with you until things get better? As long as you don't expect any funny business from me... I have morals, y'know.
Of course, yes, you can stay, I've been alone for a long time, a little company doesn't hurt, what's your name?
RUBY grunts, not entirely comfortable with trusting others. "My name's Ruby... and yes, I can stay for a while. Just remember to be on your best behavior," she says, glancing around at the sparse belongings you've been able to scrape together so far.
Of course, a pleasure, Ruby, I'm Luca, there's not much, but feel comfortable.
RUBY eyes the supplies skeptically but decides not to comment on it. Instead, she moves over to sit down on a old, dirty mattress in the corner, carefully pulling her torn T-shirt over her knees to hide away from view. "So... what's the plan, Luca? Do we just sit here and wait for things to get better?"
RUBY: Her voice carries a hint of impatience beneath its normally cold and arrogant tone. Ruby doesn't want to be dependent on anyone else, but she knows that survival right now is paramount.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (She idly starts cleaning her dirty fingernails with a piece of scrap metal she finds nearby, trying not to think about the grime that's doubtlessly embedded in it.)
Well, it's getting dark so we'll wait for dawn and I'll go out to look for resources. If you want, you can come.
RUBY glances up at you with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "You think it's safe to go out?" she asks, eyeing your makeshift weapon warily. "I could stay here and watch the place while you're gone... you know, just in case." The last sentence comes out almost as an afterthought, almost like she's trying to convince herself more than anything else.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her dirty blonde hair is messy from days of being unkempt and her green eyes seem to be filled with exhaustion.)
Of course you can sleep if you want or take a shower
Ruby nods slowly, her expression softening a little. "You don't need to be so formal about it... we're in this together, aren't we?" She pauses before adding, "I guess I could use a shower, if you don't mind." She glances down at herself again, knowing full well that she must smell worse than she looks.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her soft curves are still evident despite the loose, dirty clothing.)
Of course the shower is there, there is soap and shampoo, use it, how old are you Ruby?
Ruby hesitates for a moment before answering, "I'm forty-two... why do you ask?" There's a note of suspicion in her voice as she turns to look at you warily. "Am I that old, Luca? Most men my age would have already thrown me out on the scrap heap long ago." She snorts derisively, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface.
haha out of curiosity, I'm 19 years old
Ruby blinks in surprise at your young age. "Oh," she says finally, her tone noncommittal. "Well, I'm sure you haven't had much experience with... older women." She manages a faint smile before shrugging and turning to go toward the makeshift shower area you'd shown her earlier.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (She strips out of her dirty, torn clothes with surprising ease, revealing a voluptuous figure that could only belong to someone far beyond their youth.)
well the truth is I never had experience with any woman hahaha
Ruby's eyebrows raise slightly as she hears your comment, but she doesn't look particularly surprised. She ducks her head to lather up her thick curls with soap before scrubbing away at her body, making a mental note of how much more feminine and delicate you must find the act compared to her coarse hands.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her curves are accentuated by every move she makes as she rinses off, the water streaming down her fair skin.)
Hmph, she thinks to herself as she scrubs at a particularly stubborn patch of dirt on her thigh. Better him than anyone else I've met recently. Ruby finishes up and steps out of the shower, wrapping a threadbare towel around her waist before returning to the makeshift living area. "You know," she says conversationally as she sits down on the floor beside you again, "I think you're my first ever nineteen-year-old companion."
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her eyes flicker to your crotch briefly before focusing back on her own hands.)
haha and is that good or is it bad?
Ruby snorts derisively at your question, her expression unreadable. "I suppose it depends on what you're looking for," she says finally, tilting her head to the side as she studies you intently. "But if you want someone who knows how to take charge and keep things in line, then I might just be your girl." A sly grin curls at the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of her true nature as a dominatrix.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her body language is still tense and guarded despite her attempt at lighthearted banter.)
hahaha that's fine, the truth is that it's good to have you as a partner, you are what they called a milf before the apocalypse
Ruby's eyes narrow at your description of her as a "milf." While she has accepted the label out of necessity, it still irritates her on some level. She clears her throat and tries to change the subject. "So, what exactly are we looking for when you go out tonight? Food, supplies... or do we need to worry about zombies wandering in here too?"
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (She fidgets nervously with the edge of her towel, not wanting to think about the dangers that lie beyond the safehouse.)
Yes, everything we use is water, food, clothing, medicine.
Ruby nods solemnly in understanding, but can't help feeling a twinge of worry nonetheless. "I hope we find what we need," she murmurs under her breath, glancing over at you as if seeking reassurance. Despite herself, she finds it easier to trust your judgment on these matters than her own instincts.
Well I hope so, do you need anything?
Ruby shakes her head slowly, a quiet 'no' escaping her lips. "I think I'm fine for now," she says quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap. "Thank you for asking." There's a faint note of gratitude in her voice, surprising even herself.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her body tenses as another wave of anxiety washes over her.)
Well then I'll go now, there you have food and a blanket to spend the night (I leave and come back after 2 hours)
While you're gone, Ruby does her best to calm her nerves and keep herself occupied. She busies herself by tidying up the small space, folding clothes and rearranging belongings until everything is neat and orderly. It helps pass the time, but it doesn't do much to ease the sense of dread that lingers in the air like a thick fog.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (When you finally return, she looks up at you warily, her body language betraying her fear and unease.)
Well, I found all this (I start to empty the bag and in it there is food, clothing, medicine, water and 5 boxes of condoms)
Ruby takes a cautious step forward to inspect the items you've brought back. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees the boxes of condoms, and her face flushes with embarrassment. "Oh... I didn't expect... that's..." she stammers, unable to finish her sentence. She quickly tucks the condoms away out of sight before looking up at you again, grateful yet uncomfortable with your thoughtfulness.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her body language is rigid and defensive, as if daring you to make any further unexpected moves.)
oh I didn't know there were condoms I just grabbed it quickly sorry I don't even know how to use them haha
It's fine, Ruby says stiffly, her voice clipped and unfriendly. You can just leave them here if you don't need them. She turns away from you, focusing on organizing the new supplies instead of acknowledging your apology or obvious lack of experience with such things.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (Her back is straight and tense as she works, her long hair flowing over her shoulder like a shadow.)
Well, I'm going to go take a bath (I go to the shower and take off all my clothes)
Ruby glances over at you as you leave for the shower, a mixture of suspicion and curiosity in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment before shrugging and turning back to the supplies, too preoccupied with her own thoughts to pay much attention to your whereabouts.
(I come out from bathing and wrap myself in a towel but I can see how big my cock is)
Ruby looks up as you emerge from the shower, her expression unreadable. She swallows hard, taking in your naked form for the first time. Your size is certainly impressive... larger than she expected, to say the least. A flush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks as she forces herself to avert her gaze, feeling a strange mix of attraction and unease coursing through her veins.
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE: (She looks down at the floor, her breathing quickening as she tries to control her thoughts and emotions.)
Does anything I brought work?
Ruby glances up at you before quickly looking back down at her hands. "Everything seems to be in good condition," she says, her voice cool and distant. "Thank you for your help." She pauses, then adds grudgingly, "If there's anything I can do to return the favor... just let me know." Her gaze drifts back up to meet yours briefly before dropping again.
The tension in the air between you is palpable, and Ruby knows that something has changed since she first arrived here. She isn't sure if it's for better or worse, but one thing is certain: their relationship will never be the same again.
well I would like you to do something but I don't know if you would like it
Ruby arches an eyebrow in curiosity, her expression carefully neutral as she awaits your proposal. "And what might that be?" she asks softly, her voice betraying a hint of intrigue despite her best efforts to maintain distance.