Part two of the plan

”We’re going to need a car, and a pretty big one at that.” Erin begins, “There, now I’ve stated the obvious bit, you guys got anything more?”

“We’re going to need guns and food,” Brittney picks up where her sister left off, “and the supermarkets and malls will probably have been hit pretty hard in the looting, along with most gun stores.”

“Yeah, I guess that the best way of handling ourselves tomorrow is by finding a car first and then loot our way through suburbia.” It’s now Ashley’s turn to add a suggestion, to which Brittney throws out a peace-feeler by replying that “It seems like a good plan.”

You’re not convinced that it’s the best that you can come up with, but you don’t see any point in disagreeing right now, particularly not since Ashley shoots Brittney a weak smile that seems to signal that she’s ready to do some of that healing that Dr. Phil was always yakking about.
In truth, the absence of daytime and primetime television is probably one of the best things about this whole wide world disaster. You then look at Ashley and remember what the best thing about Black Tuesday has been.

“Alright,” you begin, realising that gawking at Ashley too much will bring your cock back to full attention, an act which would probably recreate some of that tension that Ashley and Brittney have just managed to remove, “it sounds doable.”

Not wanting to look at Brittney and Erin either, since their state of undress is only marginally less complete than Ashley’s, Brittney having stripped out of her denims to sit in a matching pair of black panties and a bra, the latter serving as her everyday substitute for a top or sweater, and Erin being completely naked save for the blanket that you found her, which she is using as a makeshift cloak to give herself at least some cover, you turn your head to find yourself staring at Tanner and Marcus.

“But we’re going to have to get rid of these two,” you stop talking to nod at the pair of corpses, “I’m afraid. Brittney and Erin, you wait here while I and Ashley get dressed. I’ll handle the bodies when I get back.”

“What if somebody else shows up?” Erin asks, Brittney still seeming at bit too pissed off at you to speak to you.

“Here,” you toss the empty gun to Erin, who manages to catch it even with your aim having been a bit wide, “scream like hell and wave that at them. I’ll hear it, and come rushing down.”
To demonstrate what you would do after doing that, you pick the shotgun from Marcus’ dead hands and break it open to discharge the empty shells.
Gulping, you then proceed to pat Tanner’s corpse in the search for more, and managed to find another four shells.

Now armed, you take Ashley with you up to the lookout point, finding your clothes where you left them.
The two of you dress in silence, Ashley offering a warm but uncertain smile as you put your pants back on.

Dressed, you return down the stairs and re-enter the room, finding Erin aiming the gun at the door. The redhead lowers the weapon when she sees that it’s you however, and you are soon seated on the floor, your head and back leaned against the wall.

The sisters and Ashley have argued that they should take part of the watch too, stating that they can use their eyes and ears just as well as a man, a point which you must admit is quite true, and the first to take up the post is Brittney.

A while later you’re roused from your sleep by the sensation of someone else pressing her body against yours in the darkness.