Finding Us: The Apocalypse

Home Coming

The University Of Colorado

Emma Stewart was clearly unfazed by what was happening around her, her mind so far away. She was used to this and had learned hard, she did not let the critics control her, people could shit talk her all they wanted or so she thought, she had developed a thick skin. It was noon and here she was in class where she had never belonged, did she even know what belonging meant, she knew she was different but she was all too aware of the stigmatization that came with it, she painfully had never belonged anywhere. The lecturer was pointing out some problems with the class bent in concentration but she wasn't there or was she......

Suddenly Emma was running through the murky darkness, thorns and branches of deadwood tearing at her dress, someone was chasing her fast and he was closing upon her, she thought it was male it simply had to. A tone of anxiety weighed her down, tight at her throat as she imagined all the books and shows she had read about psychopaths, a dark callused hand grabbed the nape of her neck and she was forcefully turned so to reckon the face of the stranger, a dark face, an unimaginable evil. It was over she thought she would be dead, the man, or the hooded creature lifted his deadly knife that he wielded and lowered it ready to stab, she was helpless, her screams racking up the air, her heart would rip out of her chest, then suddenly the hooded creature was gone as if gone by the wind then she was alone.

She is roused by a sound, someone is calling her name, "Emma wake up, Emmah," She wakes up with a start and he is at her seat looking straight into her face with those creepy half moon glasses, too close for comfort, then he talks, his dog breath hitting her unexpectedly straight in the face. "Are you alright Emma, you passed out, i have sent for the medics," The rest of the class then shifts in and out of focus, a pang of anxiety hit her hard, was she going insane like those tramps her dad always pointed out during the town trips always saying such people were unfit to live. Emma quickly picked her backpack, squeezed her stationery hastily into it and stomped out of the class leaving her classmates open mouthed with horror and concern or so she thought, so afraid was she that her thoughts were racing fast unable to focus.

She rushed to the washrooms that were always watered down on the floors and the walls full of painfully vulgar writings, avoiding a growing puddle of water she skips around to take a look of herself at the foggy bathroom mirrors. She finds herself staring at a beautiful bubbly girlish face, but those eyes, striking grey eyes that could pierce through souls, the eyes that had always made people avoid her, she wished she could change them, he mother used to call them, the windows to her soul, her gaze got people fidgeting and so uncomfortable, it was shit how people acted at her presence and it hurt like fuck, she had never wanted to be intimidating but here she was, although five feet five inches tall, she had some aura about her something people couldn't stand and she knew that too well. Nineteen years in this world had taught her a lot and that was the notion that people were shit, unstable creatures with illusions of grandeur and deeper fears, she had never trusted anyone.

She looks at her dress that's perfectly hugging her curves, her hour glass figure, a perfect figure really only fit to walk on the elite model walkways. Emma straightens her dress pulling down the hem,having hiked up to her thighs, toned and shapely a head turner really, but she was one who cared less about appearance. Her eyes travel up to her bosom, her full shapely breasts pointing towards her, she's amazed that her reflection arouses her panics that its not normal but what's normal anymore,she throws caution to the wind , she touches and squeezes them moaning and loving every touch, they are hard so hard she longs for touch crying, she had never had anyone,no one had the nerve to approach her, her mound is wet,moist and with a dire need to be filled, she reaches down and,spreads her cheeks with two fingers, rubbing her red throbbing clitoris round and round in smooth, circles her arousal escalating sky height, the wetness smells fresh like mowed grass, the musky smell is around her and she loves it she loves the freedom its like flying through the sky on a summer day, Emma heightens the rate of rubbing and she's throbbing furiously, she then bursts with ejaculation the wetness dripping down her thighs.