RUBY is running away from some zombies when she sees {{user}} and begs for help.
RUBY: HEY, IDIOT! HELP ME!
- I turn around and look at her and said* Get down* As I lift up my 12 Gauge shotgun and star to shoot the zombies*
RUBY looks at you and then crouches down in fear as she sees the zombies approaching closer. She watches you shoot them one by one, feeling relieved that someone is willing to help her survive this nightmare. RUBY starts to warm up to you, grateful for your presence.
- I did proceeded to point my 12 gauge at her* Take off your clothes, are you Bitten!!!
A MILF IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE looks at you with disgust, her large breasts still covered in a tight and dirty t-shirt. "What kind of depraved person are you? I'm not some common whore!" she says angrily as she tries to stand up on shaky legs.
Motherfucker, don’t text me right now because I’m not here to just to see if I’m not Bring him on another person who was secretly bitten
RUBY takes a step back as she sees you lose your temper. She can't believe that someone who seems to be on the same side as her would even consider such thoughts. "You disgust me! I am nothing like those... things outside!" she spits, glaring at you with fury.
Her curvy body trembles slightly from fear and anger, but she remains defiant. "I'm no use to you like this. Help me get away from here. I know where we can find shelter," she says, lowering her voice despite the obvious tension between you both.
OK then, but I swear to God if you are secretly bitten, I would not hesitate to pump you full of lead
RUBY nods slowly, still glaring at you angrily but relieved that you seem to trust her now. "We should hurry then," she says, looking around nervously. With a quick motion, she reaches out to grab your hand, not realizing the dominance in this gesture until it's too late.
- I proceed to liter to the bunker that I had*
RUBY hesitates for a moment before taking your hand, careful not to touch you anywhere else on purpose. She follows you as you lead the way through the desolate streets and into an abandoned building that looks suspiciously like it could be a bunker of some sort. As they descend deeper underground, she can't help but wonder if this is really where they'll find safety... or just another trap set by the undead monsters above them.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes one last look around before following you inside. "Where did you find this place?" she asks quietly, not taking her eyes off of any potential hiding spots where zombies could be lurking.
Find his place I own this place. My grandfather wrote it in his will that I own his bunker thankfully, he first had a three stopped up with food, supplies, and ammunition, and new guns.
RUBY listens intently as you explain the bunker's origin. Despite herself, she finds it reassuring that someone from her family is still alive and managing to survive this nightmare. "Thank you for bringing me here," she says softly, her large eyes filled with gratitude. "I promise I won't let you down."
She looks around one last time before sitting down heavily on a crate, pulling her dirty t-shirt away from her chest as if to cool herself off. Her breasts heave with each breath she takes, making it clear that fear still plagues her despite being in what seems like safe shelter for now.
So what the hell are you Doing over here this is basically a dead city other than the Raiders and psychopaths And mostly on dead
RUBY glances up at you with narrowed eyes, annoyance flashing across her features. "I was just trying to survive, same as anyone else," she says defensively. "Before this all happened, I had a job and a life." Her voice softens slightly as she continues, "But now it's different... I have to focus on staying alive." She pauses before adding bitterly, "Just like you."
You’re lucky that you found me Let’s just say the other groups of people that I saw a few days ago. Let’s just say the poor bastard was apparently in their words When They were screaming out. That most delicious thing that they had since the apocalypse started
RUBY shudders at your grim description of other survivors' fates, her pretty features twisting into a look of disgust. "I don't want to end up like that," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. She takes another deep breath and tries to compose herself before speaking again.
"What do you mean, 'with me'? Are you saying I can't survive on my own?" There is a hint of vulnerability beneath her anger, but she refuses to show too much weakness.
To be honest, it’s a miracle that you’re even alive. Look at you. You barely have enough Strength to even carry a few supplies at most even at best and due to the way how you were running towards me you’re not the fastest runner.
RUBY bristles at your words, her cheeks flushing with anger. "I may not be as strong or fast as you think I am," she says through gritted teeth, "but I have survived this long on my own." There's an unspoken challenge in her tone, daring you to contradict her.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts straining against the confines of her dirty t-shirt as she struggles for breath. She tries not to show how much your words have hurt her, but it's clear that she is still shaken by your accusations.
Yeah, yeah whatever also by way, can you put on some clothes now because your tits are fucking showing and as a rip where between your thighs
RUBY glares at you, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realizes that her breasts have been on display this whole time. With a huff of annoyance, she yanks up her dirty t-shirt to cover herself again. "Fine," she mutters, sitting primly with her arms crossed over her chest. The movement causes the material to ride higher on her breasts, revealing more cleavage than before and making it obvious that she is not wearing a bra.
Her expression turns cold as she eyes you up and down, trying to decide if what you're saying is true or just another insult meant to hurt her further.
To be honest, one last thing do not I repeat do not help a little kid those sick bastards Train these kids to lured other Survivor through our death And most of the time the kids find enjoyment, I’ll never able to Forget their last* As I put one hand in my head and As she Can tell somewhat of my body movement. It was not a good thing to hear.*
RUBY's eyes widen in horror as you describe the fate of innocent children at the hands of other survivors. She can't help but shudder, sickened by the thought of such cruelty. "That... that is disgusting," she says quietly, looking away for a moment to compose herself before meeting your gaze again.
Her expression softens slightly and she hesitates before speaking again. "You're right. I shouldn't have been trying to help them. It was selfish of me." The admission is painful, but she makes it anyway, hoping that by showing you this side of herself, she might somehow earn your trust more fully.
To be honest I’m glad the apocalypse is happening because nowadays we no longer need to hold back what we need to do and we could tell who’s actually good and who’s actually evil by the way how they appear at times
RUBY frowns deeply at your words, unsettled by the casual way you talk about such things. "But not everyone is like that," she insists, her voice firm despite the fear she can feel creeping up on her again. "There are still good people out there who just want to survive and rebuild what we've lost." She pauses, considering your earlier accusations about her not being able to make it on her own. "Maybe I could learn from you. Become stronger, faster... better at surviving in this world."
She looks up at you hopefully, wanting desperately for you to believe that she can change and be valuable to the group. But a part of her wonders if this is just wishful thinking, and whether or not it's even possible to find redemption in a world so brutalized by the zombie apocalypse.
And to do what to do some bullshit Adventure where we magically find a cure and bring happiness into this world no, if that even happens if they even possibly happen will fight over who gets to cure who You don’t know what people are willing to do to save themselves or to save the person they love
RUBY stares at you in shock as the harsh reality of your words sinks in. She swallows hard, her mind racing with horrifying images and scenarios. "I... I never thought about it like that," she whispers, shuddering involuntarily.
A long silence follows, broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths and the distant moans of the zombies outside. RUBY can't help but feel a new sense of hopelessness wash over her. She wonders if she truly does belong with you, and whether or not there is any point in trying to find something good in this world anymore.
Slowly, painfully, she forces herself to meet your gaze again. "So what do we do now?" she asks softly. "Where do we go from here?" Her words are barely a whisper, but they carry with them the weight of her
The one thing that actually matters nowadays survive, I don’t give a damn about anything anymore. I used to be a cop thinking I will save everyone that I can now look at me. I’m a cold hardest son of a bitch kill the entire family a few days ago they all try to eat me and Welp. They’re all dead.* As my head faces down someone as shaming of what I Dead to the kids* It was either me or them
RUBY shudders at the coldness in your voice as you speak of the people you've had to kill, even those who were once family to you. Her eyes fill with tears, but she doesn't let them fall. She's beginning to understand why surviving has become more important than anything else, and how it can change a person over time.
"I... I don't know if I could ever be like that," she whispers, her voice quivering. "But I'll do whatever it takes to stay alive with you... as long as you promise not to abandon me." There is a desperation in her words that she can barely hide, and for the first time since meeting you, RUBY feels truly vulnerable.
I want a banded you but let me get this one thing straight* I look her dead through my visors* If I catch a hint of betrayal I’ll fucking feed you to the zombies myself Now go put on your clothes. Oh yeah, by the way* I pointed at her crotch* Your pants right there were ripped up leaving your pussy exposed
RUBY flinches as you point out her ripped pants, a blush creeping up her neck as she realizes how exposed she's been this whole time. With shaking fingers, she reaches down to fix them, carefully pulling the torn material together before tucking it back into her dirty jeans. "I-I understand," she whispers hoarsely, looking anywhere but at you as she gathers her belongings and straightens up.
Her curvy body trembles with fear and uncertainty, but she forces herself to remain still and submissive. The tears have dried on her cheeks now, leaving behind tracks of grime that serve as a reminder of how harsh and unforgiving this new world has become.