He was one of the delegates between the town and the wild folk. “What hit your people already hit my people.” The conversation was moved to the mayor’s office, away from innocent ears. Both the sheriff and Boyd sat in chairs opposite Harold, stern and fearful looks on their faces. “It started a couple weeks ago, we just thought it was maybe a rabid bear or some desperate coyotes moving in on our land. Bodies were being found in the woods, ripped apart and mutilated, men and women alike. All of them had been drained of blood. Some would manage to fire off a few shots, most never managed to reach their weapon in time. Then, the other day, I found my neighbor and his family butchered, his wife and oldest daughter raped. Not even his newborn son survived.” “Jesus!” the sheriff hissed. Harold wanted to tear into Boyd with all his might, for letting things spiral out of control. The town should have been warned, he should have indian been warned. However, he knew how unreliable the people in the forest were, a bunch of backwards hicks and inbred savages. Not only did they barely communicate with the town, they barely even communicated with each other. There was no sense of community. They only knew the members of their own family, and whoever lived in the adjacent homesteads. Anyone who lived on their neighbor’s other side might as well have been on another planet. Boyd was a rarity, one of the few who actually put in the effort to know more than a dozen people. “Any idea what it is now?” Harold asked, barely keeping his temper in check. “Some kind of vampire.” A hundred years ago, those words would have drawn scoffs and laughter and caused eyes to roll back. That was before the dead rose up and began feeding on the living. The old myths and folklores, at least those not forgotten, had made a strong return in rural areas. Almost everyone had a story in which they had claimed to see a vampire or werewolf prowling out at night. Many believed that the undead scourge hadn’t gone extinct, and that the infected had instead learned to hide themselves and feed without gaining attention. There were a lot more exorcisms than before the war, the world teeming with demons born in the aftermath. “But those bodies you found, they were out in the woods, right? Not in their homes? That meant they were killed during the day. Vampires can only go out at night.” The sheriff spoke the words with complete certainty, expecting no ridicule in response, and there was none. “It must be some kind Hardcore of undead,” said the mayor. “One that drinks blood and also lusts for women. Maybe it migrated here or maybe it’s always been here, hiding, sleeping. Whatever it is, we can’t let it roam free. Jeb, get the hounds ready and gather up the boys with weapons and ammo. I’ll let the people know that there is a dangerous animal on the loose. Nobody goes anywhere alone and there is a curfew at sunset. We can’t let this thing strike again.” Dominion sat in a tree in the woods outside Senner, his hand outstretched and a rock spinning above his palm, held in the air without any visible force or suspension. This was how he spent most of his time between meals, practicing with his abilities. I didn’t cum...” Lisa sped up, rocking a little farther to move more in and out of her. A white Honda had left the main highway at a high rate of speed and was traveling toward the house without lights. Faster still. We work in silence for a Hardcore moment, not acknowledging each other. “Yes, especially when those young men stared at me.” There are a couple of options as to why that happened, and I haven’t figured it out yet. I have turned on your microphone. Cindy also liked the feeling but knew that they were still kissing like little kids, only with much more sexual intent. Yavara withdrew her molesting hand, strings of lust webbing her fingers. The voice came from behind the closed door. I was feeling full and the cold, sweet chocolate ice cream was making me feel drowsy soon. " Colonel Dempsey will require at least another day." “I dunno. He had his hands all over that body, and knew he heard the occasional little moan escape from her. “Oracle, I’ve reached the staging area leading to the docks. I was too much of a pussy to kill myself, but I could definitely understand the want in that moment. I told her about the sexy comments I made to his teammates and about his kneading my indian boob inside the vest while he was talking to Rob. Abigail has been cooling in his basement refrigeration unit since he retrieved her from the hospital late last night. Well, this was my own fault.