Welcome to Cunningham St.

The way to the traveler's destination was mostly clear of danger. One near-encounter with a nearly two-and-a-half meter tall werewolf creature possessing outrageous breasts had required a slight detour. Once Tim was satisfied that it wasn't tracking them, it was a smooth walk.

"Alright, it looks deserted. The addresses you mentioned should be down this way." Tim scanned the street for threats. It was almost painful how normal the rows of houses were. If it weren't for the unsettling silence punctuated by lusty screams and the rare, distant gunshot, you'd never tell this night from any other evening. "Do you remember which house it is?"

"Hmm...Oh! I do remember driving them here once," Crystal was looking ahead down the road while she recounted, "They were making out in the back seat. I was a little distracted when they stripped and began fucking back there. Oh, master's thick cock looked so good buried in that-"

"Crystal!" Tim interrupted the dubious memory. "Do you remember which house belongs to Ashlee or not?"

"Oh! Um...sorry. I don't. We'll need to see them." Crystal said, a little startled. Tim couldn't help wearing a small smile, and a chuckle broke through his annoyance.

"Hey, Timmy? Could you stop for a moment? There was something I wanted to do before we left that house, but we were bothered by that rude man." She asked shyly.

"Sure. What are you thinking?" Tim came to a halt, and looked at her, trying valiantly not to let his sight roam free. The nude woman stepped closer, body excitingly near, and took his hands in hers. She looked purposefully into his eyes, a warm, relaxed smile on her lips. Crystal brought his hands to her chest. Lost as he was in the intimacy of the moment, Tim couldn't react until his hands had sunk into the soft embrace of her breasts, her stiff nipples pressing enticingly into his palms. He reflexively jerked his arms back, but soon relaxed. She held him against her a moment longer, savoring the warmth that flowed from Tim's hands into her center and the little shocks of excitement from her sensitive nipples. After a moment, he was free again.

"Um..." Tim was still conflicted. Obviously, caressing the heavenly orbs that he had been admiring all day was a amazing, even better than he had expected, but it brought back a surge of arousal and it's friend, creeping doom.

"I...I'm sorry, Timmy. I just thought that since I was all clean...I've noticed you admiring them and...well. I don't know what I think." Crystal tried to explain, but she couldn't quite articulate her thoughts. Frankly, a part of her was hoping that he'd want to play with and suck on her tits for the rest of the night, but that thought likely wouldn't help the situation. They simply continued down the road silently, occasionally glancing at each other awkwardly.

Once the pair reached house number 297, the tension between them had to take a backseat. The home before them was a charming little place. Sunflowers grew in a row just behind the short little fence, and lovely purple and pink flowers lined the walkway to the front door. The whole thing put Tim at ease a little.

"You know, maybe this won't be so bad. Your master could be right inside there, safe and-"

"No, this isn't the right home. It must be next door. Let's go, Timmy." Crystal appraised the place quickly, but it was largely unfamiliar. The next house they came to, number 295, was hidden away behind a tangled mass of branches that obscured it from the street. It was concealed from the street lights too, unlit and crouched in the shadows, only touched by the wan moonlight. The faded paint seemed pale and grey, and had started to peel around the frame of the front door. The door itself was slightly ajar, revealing nothing but an unlighted void of chill blackness within.

"Oh! This is definitely the place. It looked better the last time I was here." Crystal said wistfully.

"Of course this is the fucking place. Let's take a look around before we get eaten by a grue or vampire or something." Tim rolled his eyes at the building before handing Crystal a flashlight. Taking another from his bag, he stepped inside, his companion sticking very close.

The interior was silent. Each step of Tim's boot echoed though the empty hall, unanswered. The beam of light sliced through the dark, revealing a home that had a far more joyous past, even before society had tumbled. The light played over frames on the walls holding family moments. Two young girls unhappy to be stuck in front of a camera; a newly-wed couple; two different pictures of the same girls, now older, graduating high-school. Crystal tried the light switch next to the entrance, but nothing seemed to happen. They cautiously explored the ground floor. There had been some kind of fight, that was clear. The occasional cluster of brass casings lay on the ground, and the walls and furniture had taken several hits. There was, as well, some sort of white residue stuck to the walls and floors. The infrequent and irregular patches weren't dried cum, but seemed more like a fabric had been glued on the spot then torn, leaving the end matted down.

"It looks like we missed whatever happened here. There must've been a few people with guns here; maybe two groups of looters got into a fight?" Tim speculated freely, looking over a fallen casing.

"Someone must have been really backed up to let out jizz this thick. Hmm? It's still sticky...and strandy." Crystal touched a spot of residue with her finger, pulling it away with a mass of thin threads stretching between, until they started breaking with a light crackling sound. She brought the mess near her face. "It doesn't smell like the master's. It looks a little like white cotton candy." She said the last part with a giggle. She wiped the residue off of her finger using a nearby couch; it took several attempts. "No one's waiting down here though. We could look upstairs, or maybe someone's hiding in the basement. What do you think, Timmy?"