[center][h1][color=#F52887]Sarah Rivera[/color][/h1]
[color=#157DEC]"I'll love you forever, even after you're dead"[/color][/center]



[color=#157DEC][i]Sausage?[/i] Sarah stared down at him in bewildered amusement. It had been awhile since she had tasted "sausage." Referring to her husband. Thoughts of desire drifted through her mind. Steven had been such a devoted lover. Memories of him flashed like an old time movie through her mind back to the first time they had made love. She craved his touch and the passionate way he would embrace her with a carnal look of desire in his brown eyes. God she missed him and wandered if he was alive, if he was going to come back to her. So she could taste his...

[i]Get your mind out the gutter.[/i] Crickets chirped while she stared at him during her flashback. It was an awkward silence from hell. She then smiled and lightly laughed as she formed a response. [b]"I think I might have a bun or two for you to go with that sausage."[/b] Referring to some hot dog buns in her apartment. She hoped they weren't moldy...which was a possibility. Although, she knew she had some decent bread to use if the buns were bad. She flicked the safety on her handgun and quickly placed it in the back of the waistband of her jeans then moved down the walkway towards the stairs. She motioned for the guy to follow her as she descended the two flights. On the first floor landing of the stairs, she removed her shitty excuse for a barricade to allow the guy in. It was just a large piece of plywood wedged in the railing. It prevented walkers from coming up the stairs, but anyone with any sense could get past it.

Hoping he would replace the plywood back in it's place, she ascended quickly back up the stairs, watching the parking lot and street for any signs of movement. She was surprised how they weren't more walkers, especially after the gunshots. Reaching the third floor, she continued to her apartment door and motioned again for him to follow her inside. It was only a small one bedroom with one bath but it had been a home she had shared with her husband for a year. Pictures of the couple along with their families were located all over. The [url=http://animacentr.com/small-apartment-living-room-design-best-2.html]living[/url] room was small but comfortable. Several cases of water were stacked along the wall with a decent variety of canned foods and other shit that she had been hoarding. There was electricity in her building and she had a propane grill on the outside landing of her bedroom to cook on. She walked into the kitchen and returned with the package of buns, which were stale, but not moldy [b]"See? Buns."[/b] She smiled awkwardly, and prayed this man wasn't the type to try anything after she offered such hospitality. 
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