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    Planet Terror: The Sequel

     

    Two hours later, dawn arrived and with it, Bette’s shift. Both women rose and dressed at once, before brushing their teeth and throwing their hair back in pony tails. They held hands as they emerged from their tent once again, walking toward the circle of guards.

     

    “How is everyone?” Bette asked. Everyone looked jumpy and sleepy all at once. Their faces were drawn and morose. Helena decided to stay on duty with Bette for some of the time, though Bette insisted that she go back to get more sleep.

     

    Suddenly, up above, the sound of a small plane filled the air. “Shit, can the infected fly airplanes now?” Bette asked dryly. She hoped this would be a good development—they were all too exhausted for any more bullshit.

     

    The plane was a small beast, only four seats, equipped to float on water.  It held six people who leapt out when they landed, wading toward the group.

     

    “Are any of you…” Bette shouted out, but was quickly silenced by the appearance of what looked like a healthy group of women.

     

    “No, no, we’re not infected. But what we are is fucking glad to see some humans.” A tall broad shouldered woman strode toward Alice and Helena, shaking their hands before Alice pulled her into a hug. The woman laughed. “I’m Dylan,” She said, introducing the rest of her friends, including her girlfriend, a shorter woman named Leigh. Helena and Bette had to shake some strange waves of déjà vu when they met these two.

     

    “oh, and we picked this one up along the way. She said she was with you all.” Dylan waved toward Jenny who wandered up, without a care, still gripping her hunting knives. She walked right past Bette and Helena, nodding briefly in their direction.

     

    “Jenny? The raft?…” Bette tried to ask, but Jenny merely waved her hunting knives around in the air, apparently indicating that she had destroyed the raft with them.

     

    Bette sighed and smiled. Their new friends tied down their plane and walked with them back to the site. With the new reinforcements, barricades, and fresh supplies, things were starting to look up.

     

    But off in the distance, a new threat was lurking. They would have to deal with the rumbling footsteps of approaching danger by week’s end. 

     

    Tbc?????? Or not?????

    Comments

    1. Hell yeah, you better continue! Just as I fear for S5, you had Jenny come drifing back one way or the other. Oh well, she might be useful as bait. C’mon, Jenny bites so turn around is fair play! While you’re at it, can you make Jodi one of the dead?

    2. itz great az alwayz – i luv it! u definately have to continue – please. oh an im with rufus on the jenny comment – shez so out there sometime it would be hard to tell

    3. You know being away for so long doesn’t seem so bad when i’ve got all this to come back to. Uhave certainly been busy, girl u rock! I’m all up to date with your stories and i am loving them!!! This is definitly an amazing start, i can not wait to read more!! So yes you most definitly have to continue!! Keep up the great work, thanks! :D

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