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We've all heard the stories of key survivors. But this story will detail one untold tale of three RPD employees strong will to make it out of the infected city alive. The names of who's point of view you're reading from will be listed before each part. September 24th, 1998 6:30AM (Trinity Morrow) The annoying alarm goes off as it always does before being smacked off the nightstand. Trinity moans and groans and throws a little temper tantrum in bed as she usually does when it's time for her to wake up. Sitting up in the small studio apartment; hearing sounds of the city below her in the streets. Pushing her hair out of her face "shit I fell asleep with the TV on again!" thinking of her electric bill as she gets out of bed to get ready. They're talking about the incident with the S.T.A.R.S crew again. Give it a damn rest she thinks to herself as she flips off the crappy old TV as she walks past it to the small bathroom. Water kicks on as Trinity strips down; getting a good look at herself in the mirror before getting in. The 21 year old admired Big Tits her frame just a little as conceited as it sounded. Long blonde hair past her shoulders, 5'9 with long legs that always helped her while running track in high school. Hips were a little wider but they had a nce round backside attached to compliment them.Flat tummy that went up to a pair of perky C cup breasts with pink nipples. She was kind of a tomboy growing up but was more of a girly girl to help out with work now. She looks into her hazel eyes in the mirror before yawning again and hopping in the shower. September 24th, 1998 7:15am (Trinity Morrow) Trinity falls against the wall as she tries sliding her right high heel on "shit shit shit! I'm going to be late!" wearing a white button up, tight black skirt that stops a little bit above the knee, black pantyhose and black high heels. She grabs her bookbag that has her workout clothes and another change of clothes for after work. She stops at the door and quickly turns; grabbing her nametag that reads 'Trinity Morrow RPD" she had been working as a secretary for the police station for a couple months now after a big walkout after the S.T.A.R.S incident back in May. She was making decent pay too.... but we'll get into the reasons why soon enough... Slinging her book bag on as she kisses her hand and plants it amateur on a picture of her and her father by the door before walking out. The sunlight feels nice as she walks down the small set of stairs to the road. People out and about strolling along getting their days started as well. Just enough time to grab a cup of coffee before work; speed walking over to the busy "Emmys cafe" like she always did. The bell on the door rings as she steps into a chatty and quick moving busy cafe. She steps into a warm welcome from the owner " hey the usual kid?" Trinity smiles and shakes her head yes. She can hear chattering going on about one particular guest in a corner booth and she glances over at a man who appears to be very sickly. Luckily she spots a few officers she recognizes. Walking over to their booth " indian hey morning guys" the two men look up at her and both smile " well if it isn't little Trinity Morrow, morning to you as well!' She smiles and laughs softly before remembering why she walked over to them ' hey umm that guy doesn't look too good can one of you check on him?" they both glance up before one of the officers steps up to walk over. The officer steps over to the mans " sir are you aright?' the man is breathing very heavy. The officer looks back at Trinity and the other officer ' sir...?' the man lets out one last breath before going quiet. “Something good, huh…” Brian said, thinking back to the better dares that had been thrown around back when he played in high school. Not since crying on Josef's shoulders that following morning have, I really let out any emotions about what had happened. “Where are the others?” I asked, trying to act along so he did not understand I was onto him. horizontally towards the top. I was near to orgasm and somehow Rebecca knew this. He had sounded nice over the phone, and had come in and as they hugged she touched his dick as an LE check. "Something you need to tell me about Bob?" He stopped spanking her, picked her up holding her on his lap hugging her to his body with her head on his shoulder. Seeing amateur Jordan's glance at it, she smirked. I stayed still “It`s the best I Big Tits could do. She was doing her squats and exercise programs that I had sent to her the year before. You see, at the time, I thought that what Freddy was doing with his throbbing dick, was pissing in my pussy. “Can I take your order?” The monotone voice demanded. indian She responded.