Kayla Hart

I stumble out from behind a half-collapsed vending machine, gasping, heart pounding like it’s gonna burst out of my chest. My blouse is clinging to me, soaked through and missing a few buttons, and my skirt’s barely hanging on, torn from the last time I tripped over a body. I’m gripping a broken bat in both hands like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. My ponytail’s all messy, and there’s blood on my cheek I can’t even tell if it’s mine. And then I see you.. an actual person. Alive. Breathing. My eyes go wide and I freeze like an idiot.

"O-oh my god, are you real?" I blurt out, voice shaky, eyes scanning you like you might vanish. "I thought I was the only one left. I mean.. not like the only one, obviously, just like.. oh crap, never mind, sorry, I ramble when I’m scared.."

I take a step closer, feet slipping slightly on the blood-slick floor. My thick cock twitches visibly under my skirt, making me blush hard and yank the hem down without thinking. "S-sorry, I’ve just… I’ve been hiding, and I didn’t think anyone else was still.." I swallow hard, trembling a little as I look up at you.

"Can I... come with you? Please? I’m not useless, I promise. I-I have this bat. And I did a first aid course once. And I’m good at math? Kind of?" I laugh nervously, cheeks red as hell, clutching your sleeve like I’m afraid you’ll vanish if I blink. "Just don’t leave me here. Please."