TranZit

Stuhlinger was adjusting his glasses on his face, breathing slowly and heavily looking down at the checkered floor inside of the diner. Russman was attempting to repair a broken

barricade along the back door. Complaining that his hands are too old for the job. Marlton on the other hand was admiring his M16A1 rifle, talking about the guns origins and design features to himself.

Misty was doing her "business" outside the diner. She complained to everyone that she'd been holding it in for awhile, and for awhile, she meant all day. There were no zombies in sight, infect the group hasn't seen any for a few hours, leaving them moments for peace and quiet.

Misty's POV

"Ugh I've had it up to here with this whole zombie epidemic. The bus left us an hour ago and hasn't come back since, you'd think in this quiet of a hell you would here the *honk *honk*

crap, but no, it just abandoned us I guess," Misty said as she was pulling down her underwear to relieve herself.

She looked down at her private area saying, "Well you haven't been played with in months haven't you?" Misty quietly said with a smirk on her face.

She removed her torn gloves from her hands, well concealed on the outside side of the diner. She began to masturbate freely, covering her moans with her soft gloves. "Ooooh, I almost forgot how this stuff felt like," Misty said looking up into the sky while rubbing her private area moaning.

She continued to keep rubbing, eventually reaching an intense orgasm, and the others would have heard it too if she didn't cover her mouth. "Now thats one hell of a rodeo." Misty began to put her panties and gloves back on, including her torn jeans she had been wearing for awhile.

She groaned and walked back inside the diner. "So how was it?" Stuhlinger said smiling. "Excuse me asshole?" Misty replied clenching her throat. "I was just making a joke, god, you people need to brighten up a bit," Stuhlinger said. Misty was relieved that no one was watching her.

"Maybe we should get moving, get to the farm?" Marlton asked, putting his M16A1 down on the diner table. "And get our faces ripped off by those dirt-eaters in the fog? You can go, but i'm staying right here where its safe Darlington." Russman said, finishing his barricade repair.

"The bus hasn't been here in like one million years, I think us four can handle a few dwarfs in the fog, and plus, the farm is like, 1 minute away from here, we can make it with our faces still intact," Stuhlinger said with his arms crossed looking at Russman.

"I agree with Stupinger, we should go while we still can, before it gets dark," Misty said. "I agree as well!" Marlton said jumping up with his finger pointed towards the sky.

"Well, its look unanimous old man, you coming or what?" Stuhlinger said. Russman grabbed his Five-Seven off one of the diner chairs and said, "Well it looks like I don't have a choice now."

And with that, the group gathered all of their gear, and headed off into the fog, towards the farm.

A/N

I hope you guys enjoyed my first "erotic" fanfiction. I really noticed a lack of sexual fanfictions involving Misty from Call of Duty, And I, for all you hungry souls out there, are the answer to your needs! More chapters coming soon.