A little too loud

"Your Rick Knight's son, hmm?" Brooke rest her hand on the holster gun and relaxes back into a subtly sexier pose which highlights the length of her long golden brown legs. She's got a relatively tall frame, maybe five-foot-ten, even while she bends the tiniest amount. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working but you **** yourself to keep your eyes glued to hers, for as much as you can, lest you piss her off again.

"Yep, that's me... Michael." You awkwardly reintroduce yourself. With an amused smirk on her face she struts closer at a tantalisingly slow pace, the sway of her shapely hips drags your eyes out of your control. Her steps falter a little as she gets nearer, a gentle pink glow spreads on her cheeks as she eyes your body with more interest.

Stopping a few steps away, Brooke bites her bronze lip as the sultry gaze from her amber eyes connects with you. "Michael..." She breathes onto your exposed neck, a prickle of heat flows down your body and joins the rest of her teasing in your crotch. "Don't suppose ya got any chicken soup do ya?" She asks quietly with her breath still enveloping your neck.

"N-not on us. No." You stammer a reply. Damn! Get a grip Michael. This isn't the first hot girl you've come into close contact with! Just chill, be cool. "We could help you find some... If you'd like I mean." You inwardly face palm. Well done. Real smooth. Sorry I wasn't thinking, plus she does need help-

"Yeah that'd be lovely handsome." Brooke coos and stands up straight. "I've searched these three isles. I've only got those three left." She gestures left and right. "But some useless fuck-stick doesn't have a fucking clue how to stock a dammed self. What kinda simple minded, piece of shit, cock loving fuck doesn't know how to do their job!" Another can hits the floor after her rant ends. This time the sound comes from behind you.

You twirl on the spot and extend your baton out with a flick, what you see makes your blood freeze. Three tall men stand by the entrance with an open jawed stare and vacant expressions as their blank eyed stare seems to bore into you. The two outer men look middle aged who have skinny bodies, that hides under ripped and bloody clothing, which twitches rigidly multiple times.

The outer two men snarl a beastly sound from their throats which forces chunks of bloodied meat to be expelled out, landing on the floor with a wet slap. The man in the middle tilts his head slightly, his eyes retaining their dark blue colour from his former life, and takes a large stomp forward. Unlike the other two this man is clearly overweight, carrying a large bear-belly, all the while wearing no clothes and sporting a massive thirteen inches of throbbing cock that oozes a huge amount of precum.

With his step, the cock swings back and forth shaking bits of precum everywhere. The two behind take a step, mimicking his advancement. The large in the middle openly eyes you up as though you're a piece of candy that's about to be thoroughly enjoyed. You spy Hina out of the corner of your eye as she stands beet-red faced and mouth half open as she eyes the giant cock swinging. "Run." You hiss at her.

The outer two hear your words and use the command to accelerate their movements into a clumsy jog. You grab Hina's arm and twist so she faces away. "Run!" You yell at her again. This time her body kicks into gear as her legs begin sprinting down the isle. You focus back on the trio and ready the baton to attack. With their awkward movements and occasional stumbling they all keep pace with each other.

As they get close enough you swing, putting all your strength into it, at all three of their heads. With a loud snap they all stumble backwards. Something rattles at your feet and you reflexively look down. You hold less than half of the baton in your hand, the rest lays snapped on the floor. You look up and see the trio already pressing towards you again. "Fuck." You curse under your breath.

Spinning on the spot you turn to run. You place your foot awkwardly onto one of the scattered cans and loose your footing. The can spins away along the floor as you come crashing down with a heavy thud onto your hands and knees.