The halls were filled people who were already brain dead to begin with that were now dead in the literal sense it was like the only read they could still move was the twitching of the decaying muscles moving their bodies forward as someone who hunts a lot of dear I can only call it a human version of zombie deer decease that flared up in the local population a few years back, but now's not the time to be studying the corpses I'm on a different hunt a hunt for the most coveted thing anyone in my second hunting community could ever obtain a single middle aged woman or in other words TN-MILF (technically not a Milf), but for simplicity we call ourselves "The MILF Hunters Guild of The southern East Coast" but the woman I have trying to get with sines I was 15 has eluded me every step of the way but no I'm 18 legally an adult and now I can ask her to be my Mommy.
I finally made it her classroom I flung the door open and stood in the door way and confessed my love, she accepted my confession I knew she was just waiting for me to turn 18.
"Hey, Z!" Margrette exclaimed jumping from her seat, and loaded her shot gun in one fluid motion, thud my ass hit the floor behind her as this woman dressed in a long skirt and a shirt that perfect showed of her assets took aim at a Teacher from across the hall that wasn't infected from the looks of it but was just driven to insanity by the situation.
Powwww!!!!!
The man's mace was unrecognizable and his skull was shattered in multiple places.
I look up at the woman who's loosely formed bun had come undone and framed her perfectly feminine face with those Green eyes that could see into your soul.
"You are the perfect woman," I said as my jaw was visible unable to get off the floor.
With that last comment her face turned red as she looked ground to her right with an embarrassed face.
"He's always struck me as week, and he wonders why ignored his advances every time we'll I guess I should say wondered," Margrette said looking flustered.
"You've never been complemented for your femininity before have you?" I asked.
"No… I have… just no one ever looks at me like a woman, they usually just focus on the fact that I'm a card carrying member of the NRA, and how that's not lady like."
"Having a gun at school is a bit problem but the NRA is where the real cool people are, I'm member myself," I say pulling a National Rifle Association membership card from my wallet.