East Waterway

(from Raccoon City Waterworks & Cistern (Eastern Most Passage))

Jack Cavanaugh trudged through the knee deep muck with a look of revulsion on his face, his 9mm Beretta Centurian in his hands, gun barrel up. The tunnels of the waterways were far more visible than the previous, dank tunnels and corridors he had left behind. I am going to come back for that gear... once I have the proper gear to obtain that gear... Jack thought, as his dark blue eyes scanned the dark water he was trekking through. Despite the fluorescent lights, he couldn't see shit past the surface of the dark grey water, the thought of trench foot or growing an extra toe running through the back of his head...

He crossed through a threshold, noticing heavy bars jutting above him held up by chains, giving him the vibe of a dungeon. Quietly he entered the oddly shaped hallway, and noticed a ladder to his right...



Jack looked up and could see it was dryer up top... but he also had a tunnel ahead of him yet. There were no obvious indications of where he exactly was other than being somewhere underneath the university. Up should be the logical answer... but its best I check out what lies ahead first, just in case. Jack rationalized, before he continued forward...

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As Jack continued to cross through the waterway, he could hear moaning... the shuffling of feet from behind him. He slowly turned around, facing the ladder that led up to the upper platform, training his Beretta upon the horizon above the top rung. He waited patiently, as the moaning got louder, the sound of a foot dragging across the concrete slab drawing closer. He could make out the shadows of two figures stretched upon the walls and was lining his sights on where he predicted the shambling former humans to stumble into when he both felt and heard the splash from behind him! He swerved around; the handgun now trained on the face of a bloated, waterlogged maintenance worker! "Graaauh!" He groaned, splashing up at him fiercely!

PING!




Jack ended him with a single bullet to the creature's face, the sound bouncing off the walls. Elsewhere, around Jack, more bodies rose up from the water! Pulling themselves up from the grey water, Jack would find he was surrounded by at least ten of the drenched zombies! The smell they emitted was horrid, and the way they had putrefied and had become bloated and purple in color made Jack queasy. God... how long have they been down here?! Jack thought, unable to discern who they once were before- their clothing having long worn away and left them naked and wrinkled in places where they weren't bloated!

Jack however, had the benefit of better lighting and being somewhat calm in spite of the sudden ambush! I can take these bloaters out! They're slow, and there isn't too many of them! He told himself, his eyes becoming a determined glare. He lined up the three-dot white luminescent sights on the short barreled Beretta 92F on the next closest target, and eased the trigger back!

PING!

The 9mm round smacked into the creature's forehead from this range, it fell back stiff and splashed into the water on its back! He turned the handgun to the next-

-Splash!--Splash!--Splash!

Jack glanced over his shoulder at the ladder, the zombies from up top had dropped down into the water with him, and he just caught a glimpse of the third splashing down before pulling itself back up! "Sure, hop in! The water's warm!" he wryly replied upon their arrival. Jack then turned his handgun onto the next closest zombie, firing again and scoring another headshot! God where was this skill earlier?! He chastised himself, taking out another zombie with a well-placed shot whilst he continued to move, clearing a path and weaving through the gaps he created! He wanted to take them out, as he planned to return and check that upper floor, but he had a plan.

Pushing aggressively past a pair of Bloaters, Jack made his way over to the other side of the tunnel, which had a slight curve. He saw another zombie shambling about but he shoved it into the wall before aiming the barrel at its forehead and pulling the trigger again.

PING!

"C'mon you nasty fucks!" he spat back to the creatures, dragging the barrel of his handgun across the bars of a wall that divided the tunnel behind him. He waited till the eight, moaning zombies splashed their way over to him. Their moans were hollow, hungry and eerie like a howling wind in an October storm. He observed them, before backing through the doorway leading into the West Waterway as indicated by the sign on the bars, and then closed the door. He checked his six, and saw it was clear, then raised the handgun through the bars.

PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!

Slow and methodically, Jack took his time and shot the remaining eight zombies. The conditions, combined with the lighting simply made them easy prey to his 9mm, but now his fifteen shot handgun had been reduced to two rounds- on in the chamber and another in the magazine. "Urgg... I really have to look around for more ammo." he sighed, ejecting the magazine, sliding it into his pack before replacing the full sized mag for one of his ten rounders. Now he had 11 bullets to play with in case anything wanted to mess with him in this section of tunnel. Thirteen bullets though... yeah I need to get back to my truck or get back to those soldiers, strip them of their gear.

Jack turned around, and proceeded into the rest of the West Waterway since he was already there...

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Jack pushed the gate open with his leg, lifting Saoirse in the bridal carry to keep her from dipping into the knee high muck he was wading through. He looked around cautiously, bypassing the floating corpses of the zombies he had put down several minutes ago. "Okay... we just need to get you... oh fuck right." Jack sighed.

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Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"Only if you let it be a sewer my dude! Shit, am I worth as much as shit water? Tsk, I'd ask for a divorce if I wasn't Catholic." she chuckled, making an attempt of the sign of the cross, but her arm was simply too weak to really articulate it, so it ended up being a 'circle' sorta. "Guess you're stuck with me, sucks to be you man, sucks to be you~" She cooed as he carried her drug addled ass through to the adjacent waterway.

Saoirse waited for Jack to make a smart ass comment back, but got nothing. Her head bobbed as he carried her closely, and she leaned her chest into him a little more for warmth, as it was getting colder now. She then heard him say something that gave cause for concern. "Hm? Whats up?" She asked, dropping her loopy banter as well as she could, blinking at him with her arms around his neck, looking him dead in his dark blue eyes with her large, inquisitive emerald orbs.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"Only if you let it be a sewer my dude! Shit, am I worth as much as shit water? Tsk, I'd ask for a divorce if I wasn't Catholic." she chuckled, making an attempt of the sign of the cross, but her arm was simply too weak to really articulate it, so it ended up being a 'circle' sorta. "Guess you're stuck with me, sucks to be you man, sucks to be you~" She cooed as he carried her drug addled ass through to the adjacent waterway.

Saoirse waited for Jack to make a smart ass comment back, but got nothing. Her head bobbed as he carried her closely, and she leaned her chest into him a little more for warmth, as it was getting colder now. She then heard him say something that gave cause for concern. "Hm? Whats up?" She asked, dropping her loopy banter as well as she could, blinking at him with her arms around his neck, looking him dead in his dark blue eyes with her large, inquisitive emerald orbs.

Jack looked at Saoirse, her pretty and inquisitive face. His heart pounding in his chest as he realized he was talking rather casually with his High School crush and blinked. Here I am, acting like a virgin on prom night...shit, get yourself together man. He mentally told himself. "Uhm," he paused, nodding over to the ladder that lead up:



"I forgot about the ladder. The other way is a dead end or rather it is now." he explained, before approaching the ladder, and looking up at the ledge. "It's roughly ten feet or so, maybe more, maybe less." He explained, before looking to her. "We can climb it together. You can keep your bad hand and arm around my neck, I'll guide you up the rungs... it'll be awkward, but it'll be doable. Not only that, but it would also put some distance between us and that monster."

Saoirse and Jack have a silent moment before he nods over to the ladder, and she nods in turn. "Oh, I see." She looks up at the seemingly far off ledge as he explains that this is the only route they can take...

"...technically we can be divorced in the eyes of the state, and I'll take that as there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to climb that." She replied. "I'll fall for sure man..." the red head whimpered, as her body felt so heavy she doubted she could even hold onto a pencil. She looked over at him, and saw his earnestness and puffed out her cheek.



"Grr... you sure this is the only way, John?" Sersh moaned, blinking her Asian lidded eyes at him.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse and Jack have a silent moment before he nods over to the ladder, and she nods in turn. "Oh, I see." She looks up at the seemingly far off ledge as he explains that this is the only route they can take...

"...technically we can be divorced in the eyes of the state, and I'll take that as there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to climb that." She replied. "I'll fall for sure man..." the red head whimpered, as her body felt so heavy she doubted she could even hold onto a pencil. She looked over at him, and saw his earnestness and puffed out her cheek.



"Grr... you sure this is the only way, John?" Sersh moaned, blinking her Asian lidded eyes at him.

Jack nodded. "We can do this, just trust me." He answered, and brought her closer to the ladder. "Besides, 'In sickness and in Health' and all that." he teased, before angling her to better shift her body around. "Okay, just put your boots there on the rung, and switch sides so your left arm can wrap around my neck," he continued, pushing her along.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse and Jack have a silent moment before he nods over to the ladder, and she nods in turn. "Oh, I see." She looks up at the seemingly far off ledge as he explains that this is the only route they can take...

"...technically we can be divorced in the eyes of the state, and I'll take that as there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to climb that." She replied. "I'll fall for sure man..." the red head whimpered, as her body felt so heavy she doubted she could even hold onto a pencil. She looked over at him, and saw his earnestness and puffed out her cheek.



"Grr... you sure this is the only way, John?" Sersh moaned, blinking her Asian lidded eyes at him.

Jack nodded. "We can do this, just trust me." He answered, and brought her closer to the ladder. "Besides, 'In sickness and in Health' and all that." he teased, before angling her to better shift her body around. "Okay, just put your boots there on the rung, and switch sides so your left arm can wrap around my neck," he continued, pushing her along.  

"John... you know we're not married, right?" Saoirse said, batting her long lashes as she beat herself up for that lame joke. Curse this damn brain, God this is why I don't do drugs man! She thought, her face pink as he forced her to step onto the ladder. "H-hey, no pushing, I'm movin, I'm movin.." she complained as she shifted her heavy legs out of his arms onto the rung, her good hand on the rail. She sat on one of the slimy rungs and reached out with her pitifully bagged hand. The bag of jerky held true though thanks to her hair ties, it was annoying though. "C'mon then lets-!" She gasped as she slipped forwards!



There, both Jack and Saoirse stared at one another. Her chest was against his, and their faces were intimately close. "S-sorry dude, I uh... slipped." she giggled, feeling blush rise to her face. She could feel his breath on her lips, which made her very embarrassed. She realized how awkward this looked, her body practically wrapped around his, or will be soon enough. Her twins rubbing up against him, she could practically feel his rapidly beating heart... or was that her? Maybe both.

She set her left arm on his shoulder, her free hand gripped the railing of the ladder, staring into Jack's large blue eyes, her mind going blank.

Jack chuckled. "C'mon, you can do this. We'll take it one step at a-" he began as she turned to him and almost fell forward! "-woah!" he gasped, taking a big step forward, keeping Saoirse from falling into the water, however:



...both were well past personal boundaries as they blinked into each other's large eyes. "N-no worries..." Jack gulped. He could feel her large breasts against his chest, and could feel her heartbeat... or was it his? He couldn't tell, maybe it was both of theirs. Granted, as he told himself with Yoko, he had to let these coincidences go without merit. They were forced into this situation; they weren't at a day spa! "R-right." Jack gulped; his face probably as red as hers. "Just, lean on me..." he began, as he put one hand on the side of the ladder. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but with her left arm around his neck now, he began to shift their bodies to better help with the climb up...

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack chuckled. "C'mon, you can do this. We'll take it one step at a-" he began as she turned to him and almost fell forward! "-woah!" he gasped, taking a big step forward, keeping Saoirse from falling into the water, however:



...both were well past personal boundaries as they blinked into each other's large eyes. "N-no worries..." Jack gulped. He could feel her large breasts against his chest, and could feel her heartbeat... or was it his? He couldn't tell, maybe it was both of theirs. Granted, as he told himself with Yoko, he had to let these coincidences go without merit. They were forced into this situation; they weren't at a day spa! "R-right." Jack gulped; his face probably as red as hers. "Just, lean on me..." he began, as he put one hand on the side of the ladder. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but with her left arm around his neck now, he began to shift their bodies to better help with the climb up...

Saoirse gulped as well, looking into Jack's red face with her own. Soon, she realized she had been stalling, and shook her head, literally shaking free from the momentary loss of concentration. "R-right..." she repeated, and awkwardly began to lean against him. "Okay dude, just chill out... and don't drop me, 'kay? God, so much shit happened today, hasn't it? I'm pretty sure I'm fired from the station too..." Saoirse sighed exaggeratedly, before smirking faintly. She then realized a way that could perhaps aid the man in his climb. "...You know, I've got an idea..." she says as she half sits on a wrung and then spreads her thighs. The legs felt heavy as lead yet, but she could manage this. Saoirse's face was also double the crimson shade as she looked away from him, bashfully. "Just... no weird ideas, 'kay dude? Sheesh..." she complained, before wrapping her thick, shapely legs and thighs around John's waist! She crossed her legs around him, and pulled herself close to his shoulder, looking like some oversized, ginger ass monkey! She couldn't look at him directly, but her large emerald eyes darted back to his deep blue gaze as she continued. "Now... just make a seat for me with one of your arms. Wrap one around my butt... but please? Don't make this any more weirder than it is! I'm already embarrassed with how pathetic I am right now..." she sighed miserably, turning her head away from his face; unable to look at him from the shame.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack chuckled. "C'mon, you can do this. We'll take it one step at a-" he began as she turned to him and almost fell forward! "-woah!" he gasped, taking a big step forward, keeping Saoirse from falling into the water, however:



...both were well past personal boundaries as they blinked into each other's large eyes. "N-no worries..." Jack gulped. He could feel her large breasts against his chest, and could feel her heartbeat... or was it his? He couldn't tell, maybe it was both of theirs. Granted, as he told himself with Yoko, he had to let these coincidences go without merit. They were forced into this situation; they weren't at a day spa! "R-right." Jack gulped; his face probably as red as hers. "Just, lean on me..." he began, as he put one hand on the side of the ladder. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but with her left arm around his neck now, he began to shift their bodies to better help with the climb up...

Saoirse gulped as well, looking into Jack's red face with her own. Soon, she realized she had been stalling, and shook her head, literally shaking free from the momentary loss of concentration. "R-right..." she repeated, and awkwardly began to lean against him. "Okay dude, just chill out... and don't drop me, 'kay? God, so much shit happened today, hasn't it? I'm pretty sure I'm fired from the station too..." Saoirse sighed exaggeratedly, before smirking faintly. She then realized a way that could perhaps aid the man in his climb. "...You know, I've got an idea..." she says as she half sits on a wrung and then spreads her thighs. The legs felt heavy as lead yet, but she could manage this. Saoirse's face was also double the crimson shade as she looked away from him, bashfully. "Just... no weird ideas, 'kay dude? Sheesh..." she complained, before wrapping her thick, shapely legs and thighs around John's waist! She crossed her legs around him, and pulled herself close to his shoulder, looking like some oversized, ginger ass monkey! She couldn't look at him directly, but her large emerald eyes darted back to his deep blue gaze as she continued. "Now... just make a seat for me with one of your arms. Wrap one around my butt... but please? Don't make this any more weirder than it is! I'm already embarrassed with how pathetic I am right now..." she sighed miserably, turning her head away from his face; unable to look at him from the shame.

Jack made a slightly concerned face, cold sweat rolling down his cheek. "Is that right..? Why do you think tha-" he paused, when she told him she had an idea. "Hm? Hmm?!" His eyes widened and his face turned cherry red as the young red head curled her thick thighs around his waist! BeCOOLBeCOOLbeCooL..! his mind raced as he really... really, didn't want to make this weirder than it already was! He gulped, as she tried to calm him down, not that it helped as she asked him to make a seat for her butt! I can't just... wait, you feel pathetic? How do you think I feel! I'm looking like a virgin on prom night!! He thought, before gulping once more. "R...right." He coughed. He looped his left arm around her leg, which allowed his better arm to keep them stable on the ladder. She was hugging him close, and he could feel her chest against his, and the denim of her short-shorts rubbing against his forearm. Her breath was against his neck, and his vision was darting back to her lovely green eyes and the platform that now felt like it was 100 feet up! "Okay... hold on tightly." He gulped, and began to climb!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack chuckled. "C'mon, you can do this. We'll take it one step at a-" he began as she turned to him and almost fell forward! "-woah!" he gasped, taking a big step forward, keeping Saoirse from falling into the water, however:



...both were well past personal boundaries as they blinked into each other's large eyes. "N-no worries..." Jack gulped. He could feel her large breasts against his chest, and could feel her heartbeat... or was it his? He couldn't tell, maybe it was both of theirs. Granted, as he told himself with Yoko, he had to let these coincidences go without merit. They were forced into this situation; they weren't at a day spa! "R-right." Jack gulped; his face probably as red as hers. "Just, lean on me..." he began, as he put one hand on the side of the ladder. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but with her left arm around his neck now, he began to shift their bodies to better help with the climb up...

Saoirse gulped as well, looking into Jack's red face with her own. Soon, she realized she had been stalling, and shook her head, literally shaking free from the momentary loss of concentration. "R-right..." she repeated, and awkwardly began to lean against him. "Okay dude, just chill out... and don't drop me, 'kay? God, so much shit happened today, hasn't it? I'm pretty sure I'm fired from the station too..." Saoirse sighed exaggeratedly, before smirking faintly. She then realized a way that could perhaps aid the man in his climb. "...You know, I've got an idea..." she says as she half sits on a wrung and then spreads her thighs. The legs felt heavy as lead yet, but she could manage this. Saoirse's face was also double the crimson shade as she looked away from him, bashfully. "Just... no weird ideas, 'kay dude? Sheesh..." she complained, before wrapping her thick, shapely legs and thighs around John's waist! She crossed her legs around him, and pulled herself close to his shoulder, looking like some oversized, ginger ass monkey! She couldn't look at him directly, but her large emerald eyes darted back to his deep blue gaze as she continued. "Now... just make a seat for me with one of your arms. Wrap one around my butt... but please? Don't make this any more weirder than it is! I'm already embarrassed with how pathetic I am right now..." she sighed miserably, turning her head away from his face; unable to look at him from the shame.

Jack made a slightly concerned face, cold sweat rolling down his cheek. "Is that right..? Why do you think tha-" he paused, when she told him she had an idea. "Hm? Hmm?!" His eyes widened and his face turned cherry red as the young red head curled her thick thighs around his waist! BeCOOLBeCOOLbeCooL..! his mind raced as he really... really, didn't want to make this weirder than it already was! He gulped, as she tried to calm him down, not that it helped as she asked him to make a seat for her butt! I can't just... wait, you feel pathetic? How do you think I feel! I'm looking like a virgin on prom night!! He thought, before gulping once more. "R...right." He coughed. He looped his left arm around her leg, which allowed his better arm to keep them stable on the ladder. She was hugging him close, and he could feel her chest against his, and the denim of her short-shorts rubbing against his forearm. Her breath was against his neck, and his vision was darting back to her lovely green eyes and the platform that now felt like it was 100 feet up! "Okay... hold on tightly." He gulped, and began to climb!

Both cut the banter rather quickly, as both found this embarrassing. Saoirse was still under the influence of some sort of anesthesia as well, and was simply not in the right mind set she normally was.

She held onto the rail loosely with her left hand, then realized! "W-wait!" She gasped, glancing back to him, almost brushing her face against his! "D-dude, I'm an idiot, I need to be on your right side! Duh, my hand! I can't hold onto the rail like this!" She explained, blushing from her embarrassment. "Just give me a moment to... slide around..." she says, sliding her body around Jack's chest, her back against the ladder, her legs wrapped around his waist, their chests against one another, and their faces...



Not again man...! She thought, before she suddenly blurted: "You have the prettiest blue eyes dude."

She didn't know why she said it, but kept her cool despite saying it. What the hell is WRONG WITH ME?! Next time we run into that Dr. Greg, I'm gonna give him more than my blood, gonna give him a piece of my goddamn mind!! She smiled, and still looked flustered, before she continued to shift her body towards his right side. "...arm? Arm?!" She called for John's attention as she moved before he could make a seat with his arm for her! Her body slipping off him, threatening to fall backwards into the brackish water below! "ARM DUDE!" She cried out.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
Both cut the banter rather quickly, as both found this embarrassing. Saoirse was still under the influence of some sort of anesthesia as well, and was simply not in the right mind set she normally was.

She held onto the rail loosely with her left hand, then realized! "W-wait!" She gasped, glancing back to him, almost brushing her face against his! "D-dude, I'm an idiot, I need to be on your right side! Duh, my hand! I can't hold onto the rail like this!" She explained, blushing from her embarrassment.

He was already up two rungs when Saoirse told him to stop! "What?" He asked, looking over at her, and couldn't help but notice her cleavage, the purple satin and lace bra, and quickly looked away from her chest rubbing against his arm and kept looking up instead at the ledge above them. "R-right... let me step down a rung then..." He replied, feeling her breath against his cheek from the close proximity. He was simply trying to help her up the ladder, to aid her, but God or Fate decided to play dirty while he tried! Dammit, this is getting more awkward by the moment...! He thought, as he tried to picture what his father would say-

"She's a keeper!" He could hear his father's Aussie accent, the bearded man grinning ear to ear, a man who resembled Jack in many ways save his darker hair and slightly more burly form. ...Yeah, that would be my father's words. He thought, frowning, flustered as red as a fucking tomato. It was about to get worse, however.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"Just give me a moment to... slide around..." she says, sliding her body around Jack's chest, her back against the ladder, her legs wrapped around his waist, their chests against one another, and their faces...

Jack glanced down, now watching as Saoirse was shuffling across his chest, not waiting for him to descend first. "H-hey, wait, we should descend first, in case we slip-" he began when they were staring into one another's eyes. He gulped. Chest to chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her eyes locked with his. Her breath against his face, his hers. He could feel her heartbeat, and she his. He could also hear his father laughing, somewhere in the back of his head...

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

"You have the prettiest blue eyes dude."

The words simply echoed through him as he listened to his highschool crush compliment him in the worlds most awkward of ways, and during the most awkward of times. He didn't know what to say, simply blinked as she smiled, and, nonchalantly, continued to shuffle around his torso towards his right arm. He didn't know how to react to this, simply blinked as she shifted herself from his chest now to his right arm-

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
She didn't know why she said it, but kept her cool despite saying it. What the hell is WRONG WITH ME?! Next time we run into that Dr. Greg, I'm gonna give him more than my blood, gonna give him a piece of my goddamn mind!! She smiled, and still looked flustered, before she continued to shift her body towards his right side. "...arm? Arm?!" She called for John's attention as she moved before he could make a seat with his arm for her! Her body slipping off him, threatening to fall backwards into the brackish water below! "ARM DUDE!" She cried out.

Saoirse's panicked voice shocked him into alertness! He gripped the ladder tightly with his left hand and scooped up Saoirse with his right before she could slip off his shoulder! "S-Saoirse, no worries!" he gulped, gripping something soft and highly palpable in his right hand. He squeezed it tightly, scooping the red head up so she could slip her arm back around his shoulders. "I got ya, I got ya!" He exhaled, embarrassed that he almost dropped Saoirse into that vile murky water below them.

Saoirse thought she was gonna drop into the murky drink. She really thought it be that way, as her good hand slipped on the rung, her back arching as she was slipping, her legs desperately squeezing at John's midsection!

Then she felt it.

A dull, sore, pain. Not of hitting the murky and shallow water with full force. No. John managed to save her from falling with his quick reflexes, his arm wrapped around the small of her back as his hand rested on the underside of her right ass cheek.



If you can recall, it be the same, sore cheek which a cheeky ass sniper shot with a rubber slug quite some time ago.



She had forgotten all about the soreness till Jack's hand squeezed the hidden red mark that branded her ass! "Haaaaaaaaaah?!" With wide eyes she gasped! Saoirse legs gripped John's waist tighter and she reached up, grabbing hold of the ladder with her right hand, and loosely slung her left arm around John's neck. Once firmly... rooted again, the red head grumbled, and glared at John!



"...Mind not being so 'tense' there, Johnny? I appreciate the 'catch', but you squeeze my ass any tighter and its gonna fall off man!" She spat, blushing deeply and embarrassed by the ordeal!

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse thought she was gonna drop into the murky drink. She really thought it be that way, as her good hand slipped on the rung, her back arching as she was slipping, her legs desperately squeezing at John's midsection!

Then she felt it.

A dull, sore, pain. Not of hitting the murky and shallow water with full force. No. John managed to save her from falling with his quick reflexes, his arm wrapped around the small of her back as his hand rested on the underside of her right ass cheek.



If you can recall, it be the same, sore cheek which a cheeky ass sniper shot with a rubber slug quite some time ago.



She had forgotten all about the soreness till Jack's hand squeezed the hidden red mark that branded her ass! "Haaaaaaaaaah?!" With wide eyes she gasped! Saoirse legs gripped John's waist tighter and she reached up, grabbing hold of the ladder with her right hand, and loosely slung her left arm around John's neck. Once firmly... rooted again, the red head grumbled, and glared at John!



"...Mind not being so 'tense' there, Johnny? I appreciate the 'catch', but you squeeze my ass any tighter and its gonna fall off man!" She spat, blushing deeply and embarrassed by the ordeal!

Jack's reaction to Sersh's was apologetic and bashful. "S-sorry!" He says, adjusting his hand and arm so it be a better grip. He looked at her, then the ladder then back at her. "...This isn't gonna work. Sersh, if you trust me, I need you to bring your stomach on my right shoulder, and lean over. I'm sorry for all the awkwardness, but they don't teach you how to climb a ladder with an injured person in Search and Rescue!" he gulped. It was somewhat of a white lie. He was sure they did have something, but he never had that experience. "Can you do that for me?" He asked the fiery red head.

The red head looked at him funny for a moment. She was loopy, but still aware enough to realize something would be off doing this...



Then it hit her.

"Um... John, no offense. But I'm like..." she began, and couldn't think of anything but food as she was getting hungry. "...a porter house, while you're a..." she continued, her stomach growling. "...New York Strip. I'm gonna topple ya dude." she explained.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:The red head looked at him funny for a moment. She was loopy, but still aware enough to realize something would be off doing this...



Then it hit her.

"Um... John, no offense. But I'm like..." she began, and couldn't think of anything but food as she was getting hungry. "...a porter house, while you're a..." she continued, her stomach growling. "...New York Strip. I'm gonna topple ya dude." she explained.

He now looked at her funny. "...you must be really hungry, ain't ya? First its Burger Kong, all you can eat, now you're talking about steaks." he sighed, shaking his head side to side. "Just shut up and roll onto my shoulder already. If you fall, I'll fall too, feel better? At least this way I'll be able to hold the ladder with both hands." He sighed.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:The red head looked at him funny for a moment. She was loopy, but still aware enough to realize something would be off doing this...



Then it hit her.

"Um... John, no offense. But I'm like..." she began, and couldn't think of anything but food as she was getting hungry. "...a porter house, while you're a..." she continued, her stomach growling. "...New York Strip. I'm gonna topple ya dude." she explained.

He now looked at her funny. "...you must be really hungry, ain't ya? First its Burger Kong, all you can eat, now you're talking about steaks." he sighed, shaking his head side to side. "Just shut up and roll onto my shoulder already. If you fall, I'll fall too, feel better? At least this way I'll be able to hold the ladder with both hands." He sighed.

"Wha- huh? Sh-shut up? You shut up!" She replied, wanting to hit him, but unable to as her good hand was helping her maintain her balance on the ladder. "Hold onto the ladder with 'both hands' as opposed to my ass, huh?" she scoffed, shaking her head. Granted, she didn't have any better option, so she started to begrudgingly pull herself up, almost squishing her breasts into John's face as she worked her way awkwardly onto his shoulder. She puffed her cheeks, glaring at him as she set her DDs on his shoulder.



"'Grab hold of the ladder with both hands' ...my ass too wide for ya to grab hold of the ladder, John, that it? Huh? Callin' me fat Johnny? I think you're calling me fat, Johnny..." She began as she slid her torso over his shoulder, her toned stomach against his shoulder, her right hip rubbing against the right side of his cheek.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:The red head looked at him funny for a moment. She was loopy, but still aware enough to realize something would be off doing this...



Then it hit her.

"Um... John, no offense. But I'm like..." she began, and couldn't think of anything but food as she was getting hungry. "...a porter house, while you're a..." she continued, her stomach growling. "...New York Strip. I'm gonna topple ya dude." she explained.

He now looked at her funny. "...you must be really hungry, ain't ya? First its Burger Kong, all you can eat, now you're talking about steaks." he sighed, shaking his head side to side. "Just shut up and roll onto my shoulder already. If you fall, I'll fall too, feel better? At least this way I'll be able to hold the ladder with both hands." He sighed.

"Wha- huh? Sh-shut up? You shut up!" She replied, wanting to hit him, but unable to as her good hand was helping her maintain her balance on the ladder. "Hold onto the ladder with 'both hands' as opposed to my ass, huh?" she scoffed, shaking her head. Granted, she didn't have any better option, so she started to begrudgingly pull herself up, almost squishing her breasts into John's face as she worked her way awkwardly onto his shoulder. She puffed her cheeks, glaring at him as she set her DDs on his shoulder.



"'Grab hold of the ladder with both hands' ...my ass too wide for ya to grab hold of the ladder, John, that it? Huh? Callin' me fat Johnny? I think you're calling me fat, Johnny..." She began as she slid her torso over his shoulder, her toned stomach against his shoulder, her right hip rubbing against the right side of his cheek.

Jack simply sighed as he waited for her to climb onto his shoulder, already proving that they could likely be part of some half-assed trapeze group if they put their heart into it... not.

His eyes widened when he got a whole lotta cleavage going towards his face, before feeling the breasts squish against his shoulder. He didn't want to admit how hot the situation was, but... you had to admit, he was practically in a volcano in spite it all. Just be cool man... be cool... He thought nervously, lidded eyes looking away from her out of respect for Saoirse and to keep himself from having a nose hemorrhage.

"You're not fat..." he sighed, as Saoirse leaned over his shoulder, and with the denim of her cut-offs now pressing against his right cheek, Saoirse's weight on his shoulder, and his arms able to hold the ladder, her began the rather arduous task of climbing the ladder.

"Oh I know you're callin' me fat, carrying my paraplegic ass up these goddamn rungs!" Saoirse scowled, looking down at the murky water below. "Drop my 'fat ass' in this nasty ass water and I'm gonna drive my boot so high up your ass, you be tasting the damn shoe leather...!" She continued, mumbling as she draped over Jack.

Inside her hazy mind however, Saoirse was actually rather impressed...! So far. Damn, he's actually able to carry me plus all this other shit he's carrying plus MY shit up the damn ladder? He was a toothpick in High School! What the hell does he look like under the hood if he's able to do all this?

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

"Oh I know you're callin' me fat, carrying my paraplegic ass up these goddamn rungs!" Saoirse scowled, looking down at the murky water below. "Drop my 'fat ass' in this nasty ass water and I'm gonna drive my boot so high up your ass, you be tasting the damn shoe leather...!" She continued, mumbling as she draped over Jack.

Inside her hazy mind however, Saoirse was actually rather impressed...! So far. Damn, he's actually able to carry me plus all this other shit he's carrying plus MY shit up the damn ladder? He was a toothpick in High School! What the hell does he look like under the hood if he's able to do all this?

"I'm... not..." he strained, as he climbed the ladder. It had to be a height of... eh, fuck guessing, it was taller than either of them and it felt twice as long... "You're acting neurotic." He breathed, as he carried Saoirse up the ladder, her warm body slightly squirming against his cheek and her flat tummy rubbed against his shoulder. She was right though, on the fact he was carrying a lot of shit. Her bag, his rifle, his own gear and supplies, half waterlogged from his damn 'rough water adventure' in that Gamma tank facility, and then Saoirse herself, whom was thinking she was worse than her goddamn guitar case! What the hell did she stuff in there, a 2 bore rifle?? He mentally groaned. He continued to climb...

Hit by another wave of 'Cory' thanks to her drug addled state, the playful red head smirked evilly, knowing Jack couldn't see her face.



"Acting erotic?? Says the dude who groped by my ass!" She snorted, her breasts  bouncing against his back as she continued to drape over his shoulder like a sad wet towel. At this point, she was fucking with him, but could hardly feel her legs having spent much of their strength in trying to hold onto John earlier.

"...we there yet, boss?" Cooed the redhead.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
"Acting erotic?? Says the dude who groped by ass!"

Jack paused, straining to keep his composure. "I... didn't... say that... and..." He began, resuming his climb. "You... know it."

They were halfway up at this point, not too many rungs left to grab a hold of with his hands, as he tried to forget the beautiful woman who was his high school crush was balancing off his shoulder while her 'purse' aka, the guitar bag from hell straddled his other shoulder.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"...we there yet, boss?" Cooed the redhead.

"Tch," he held back his laughter, shaking his head, which would have felt like he was rubbing his cheek against her hip so he stopped that immediately. "Not even close." he answered, just to somewhat spite her, but also curious now how'd she react. He was taking his time though, as he had no idea if there were zombies up ahead, or worse.

"You said..." he began suddenly. "My eyes were... pretty." He chuckled, pulling them along. "Were ya... trying to get a rise out of me there too?" He asked, mostly out of boredom, and slight curiosity eating at his soul.