To the power plant!

You register Erin’s question, but don’t say anything in response to it, settling instead for nervously weighing the emptied gun in your hand. Ashley is standing behind you and is making a pathetic attempt to cover herself up by placing one hand over her breasts and a hand over her slit, neither effort manages to cover very much.

It’s Brittney who breaks the silence which follows Erin’s question, and she does it by storming over to you and swinging one of her arms your way while screaming out the words “This is all your fault!”
Avoiding the frantic but weak whacks of Brittney’s arms, you eventually manage to catch her wrists in your hand and try to keep her from moving, the angered blonde attempts to jab a knee into your crotch but you manage to block it with one of your own knees.
The impact of bone against bone means that you both end up hurting, though it’s better than what the alternative had been for you, and you limp away from each other while grimacing in pain and frustration.

“This is getting us nowhere!” Erin cries out, having gotten up on her feet, and the redhead grabs onto her sister’s arms and looks her straight in the eyes, adding a “Calm down!” which seems to work.
Still, Brittney doesn’t exactly happy as she casts you a glance. Meanwhile, getting so close to the hot young blonde has reawakened your penis, which now stands at full rigidity after softening during the short shootout.

“She’s right,” Ashley says of Erin, “we got to something.”
“What can you do?” It’s Brittney who snarls at Ashley, “Except sucking cock like you’re some two-dollar whore?”
The insult turns Ashley’s face red, and as she starts moving towards Brittney the word “catfight” pops up in your head before you step in and stop her from lunging at the two sisters.

“We’ll go to Indian Point.” You declare with one arm wrapped across Ashley’s slender waist.
“And what’ll we do there?” Brittney isn’t sounding any less hostile, although her anger towards you is more subtle now than it was before, “Look on as the place lights up in a catastrophic meltdown?”
“Brittney, just stop it,” Erin says before turning to look at you, focusing very obviously on your face and not on your buck-naked body, “What’s your plan?”

“Well,” you begin, “we can’t just leave, even if we manage to get out of the thing’s kill-zone it’ll still poison a lot of game and plants, not to mention streams. So I say we get a car and go up there. Once we’re inside we hope that the communications system’s still working and that there’s someone else on the other end of it.”
“And they’ll guide us through the process?” Erin asks.
“Hopefully, otherwise I’ll just have to wing it.”
“You?”
“Yeah, I was thinking that you drop me off and keep heading north.”
“I’m staying with you.” Ashley tells you, with a tenderness in her voice which catches you off-guard.
“We’re doing the same.” Erin says, as much to her sister as to you.

“I can’t stop you from tagging along to end up as nuclear waste.” You’re trying to clear conscience by not sounding all too inviting, although you are relieved that you won’t have to repair a nuclear plant all on your own.
“But first we need to get out of this place,” you go on, “anyone got any bright ideas on how to do that?”