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Two families made the decision to leave, and after what they had witnessed, they weren’t going to bother waiting. They loaded their cars with everything of value. Photo albums, family heirlooms, treasured possessions, and any silverware or jewelry that could be sold. All of their livestock were put down and their homes locked and boarded up on the off chance they’d have to return. If there was enough room for pets, they were brought along, so as not to meet the same fate as the livestock. They pulled out town just in time. A snowstorm was brewing on the horizon. It was the middle of the night, the storm overhead blocking out the moon and stars and leaving everything immersed in utter darkness. Yet Dominion could see perfectly, his eyes no longer that of a human’s. He crouched down, examining the spot on the road where Tim and the two zombies had been incinerated. Snow fell all around black him but it wouldn’t land on that spot, as if the flakes themselves were afraid of the cursed earth. While it pained him to waste a perfectly good soul, the experiment had been very rewarding. His goal had been to create something other than a zombie and study its characteristics. Zombies were formed when the power and chaotic minds of the wraiths poured into the living, like scrambled eggs put back into their emptied shells. Their ability to move despite their rotting flesh was similar to telekinesis, every decaying cell tied with a puppet amateur string. The twisting sentience erased all thought and feeling, leaving only basic coordination and the need to feed and spread the disease. So, instead, he kept Tim alive, and while torturing him with horrific illusions and homemade nightmares, channeled unholy power into his body, without destroying his consciousness. Rather than becoming a walking corpse, rotting with each step, the demonic energy mutated him, turning him into something both corporeal and ethereal, both living flesh and darkness given teacher solid form. amateurs As we parked and started to get out of the car, he reminded me to let him know, and as I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. “Oh I see that you’ve started wearing knickers again Zoe.” Mr. Billingham said. The next day I managed a few minutes alone with Ryan and asked him if he was okay with me playing strip poker, losing and having to get naked. When I finished in the bathroom, I open the door and started walking naked to my room. Sighing, I realized that I had "morning wood," so I proceeded to use it on the wanton cat lady. It was strapless and almost transparent, with the exception of appliques over her tits and cunt. She wanted to feel the creature’s body, the best of man and woman. “No…no, you’re wrong Grandma. In your response, I want you to impress me with your knowledge and use of the English amateurs black language. Then we both went into the bathroom together, and took turns using a warm wet washcloth to gently wipe off and clean up our sticky genitals. I pulled on a shirt and teacher a pair of shorts to wear over my briefs and headed down stairs. While I didn’t expect boobytraps or anything I was homemade still amateur mindful of running into anyone coming up the stairway cut into the surrounding rock.