Dawn of the Dead

Dawn of the Dead

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Sweat. Smoke. The scent of rotting flesh. My name is Lake. Now I know some of you might be wondering what kind of name is that , trust me when I say this, I don't understand myself. But you don't want to know about my lame past, you just want to know why I'm running for my life from a bunch of zombies. It started a few days ago. Let me tell you a tale.
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In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

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