Try to regain contact

You pace up and down the length of the pickup, each time stopping at the bumper to redial Jack.

You are about to give up and head inside with Amber and Kara when Jack picks up.

“We found her! We’re coming out now.”

You breath a sigh of relief.

In the distance you see Jack’s lanky form and short brown hair running toward you. He is carrying an aluminum baseball bat. Behind him Is Anne Marie in her black yoga pants and comfortable t-shirt. Mary is just behind her, keeping up despite four inch black platform shoes.

They are out of breath when they reach the truck.

You examine Mary’s outfit. It is a shiny black spandex one piece that looks very sexy. You give her a quizzical look.

“I know, I was trying on this dress when the shit hit the fan. It’s totally not demon apocalypse appropriate.”

Amber chimes in. “Well the gang is all here. What do we do now?”

Kara scrunches her face. “I hate to leave my baby.” She looks over at her mustang. “But, my uncle has a cabin in the mountains, and he’s a bit of a survivalist.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You nod.

Amber chimes in. “I guess we’re taking my truck. Alright, Jack, Anne Marie, up front with me. Mara, Mary, Kara in back.”

You hop in back. Just as a large, naked, muscular man, stroking his erect cock grins at you.

Amber floors it. You hold on tight as she speeds to the outskirts of the city. You bounce uncomfortably on the winding mountain road. You dare no better on the four mile long dirt road which leads to the cabin.

You want to kiss the ground when you finally stop at an old log cabin. There are no cars around and it looks like it hasn’t been used in some time.

The six of you head inside.