Sorry for the delay! Little Rock tries to make sense of Wichita's feelings and tries to save their skin. I'm working on an anthology of sorts, stories connected by an outbreak of a chemical that only effects women. The show Stranger Things, Carrie, Jennifer's Body and others will be featured.

Little Rock's POV

Wichita snuck me over to a lingerie store just across the street from the hideout. It was maybe a total bone-headed move to do this when we were supposed to be waiting for our hero to get back after his lone mission that seemed suicidal. I knew she wanted to make things up to me now that she opened her eyes and realized how useless Brent is maybe. Everything that happened last night was still weirding me out but it was only going to get weirder.

I convinced Wichita to try on some lingere with me, our backs to each other then the last thing I remember was her smile and a firm grip on my shoulders; no way I could ever look as good as her that's for sure.

But then she confessed these feelings, how she felt like I was the favourite and she was disposable.

"You're jealous of me?" I raised an eyebrow. "How is that even possible?"

"I've smoked and snorted. Everyone knew you were the one with the future. Not me. I could never be as smart as you. No matter how hard I try."

"You're not a screw up, Wichita. I look up to you. I wanted to be like you. So that maybe you'd like me again like you used to."

"You don't want to be like me. You have been so brave on this trip. You never gave up." She mentioned the whole keeping her warm on that cold night that we were attacked by that thing. So grateful and envious of my knockers.

"They're not that big!" I laughed.

"Ok, Monster Boobs," she giggled, holding me close, pressing into me. There was something strange I was feeling, something new and it reminded me so much of what happened the previous night. "Are you ok?"

"Last night..." I hesitated.

"What did I do? I can't remember."

"Well...you kissed me," I bit my lower lip.

"Oh...that bet when I was on shrooms! I'm such an idiot when I'm on that! Sorry, I guess it must've creeped you out," she put her hand on my cheek.

"You acted really weird...you kissed me again in the bedroom."

She backed away, "What?"

"You were talking about how you realized how short life was after the car crash...you said kissing me made you realize that...or something."

"Maybe it did..."

I was seriously creeped out by this, why would she be telling me this?

"Can I be honest with you?" She had this laid back look in those anime like eyes of hers, I hesitated but nodded, "When we were trying on those clothes in that old shop we found..."

"What?"

"You had on those tight leather pants and bent over. It turned me on so much." She turned beat red when I said this, I wondered at first maybe she was feeling sick.

"R-really?" She liked looking at my huge ass? I was shocked!

"Yes," she smiled warmly. "Wow, it feels good being honest with you."

"So...You're a lesbian?" She always did seem a bit butch.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am," she admitted.

"And...you...you l..." I was so confused and even a bit scared at what this meant about our relationship. This changed everything.

"I love you, baby," She said all husky as she massaged my shoulders.

"You really feel this way?" I gritted my teeth.

"I can't help it. I've been thinking a lot about you lately."

I suspected there had to be more to this. "Are you sure it's not the drugs?"

She shook her head, "Baby when I'm with you I don't need them. You're better than any of that junk."

This was surreal, she was calling me baby and admitting all of this to me, "Whoa...no one's ever said anything like this to me before."

"That changes now," she kissed me in the cheek.

I wanted to push her off and think about this for a second, I had so many questions and mixed emotions, a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, "But we're family, this is wrong."

"Not by blood. But even that wouldn't stop me." This was fucked, she was almost laughing saying that too.

"What? Wichita! That's sick!"

"I'm joking, sis!" She made it so difficult to get angry when she was smiling like she was.

"It's still trashy though...isn't it?" I couldn't help but be worried, this didn't seem very normal unless you were on Jerry Springer.

"A little trashy...but that's what I like, " she smiled devilishly.

"I think it is really sweet you think of me like that actually...but..."

I was distracted by moaning coming from outside. We were in trouble, i just knew it, we wasted too much time goofing off and now we were going to get eaten. She pulled me into where we were hidden behind some mannequins. I was terrified and Wichita might've been too but she was way better at acting cool.

"Don't think about them. Focus on me!" Her face so close to mine I was seeing double.

"What are you doing?"

"Think of it as a thank you for saving my life today."

"But..."

My sister kissed me on the lips...My sister kisses me on the lips! MY SISTER KISSED ME ON THE LIPS! It was so rough but gentle, wrong but so right. I had my arms around her while she cradled the back of my head with one hand and the other was giving my butt a tight squeeze. I felt so bad but I actually kind of liked it, it was so out of this world and nothing I ever would've expected from her. But all good things come to an end and our kiss was broken. It was time to think clearly and act. I saw the sign for the exit and in seconds we had our clothes and guns.

"I really want to talk more about this later," she said with a grin. We ran out the exit hand in hand.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!"

The occupants of the apartment were now out on the street because an entire horde had broken into the building and now even the previously quiet street was filling up. Brett was actually looking like he was taking charge, maybe in our absense everyone turned to him because he probably gave some macho guy story about saving us from the hotel.

Our hero, Leon still hadn't come back yet and we all had to get moving but we didn't have wheels for everyone. Wichita argued with Brett, trying to take charge all the while we had a couple people firing at the walking dead coming our way in all directions. There was a community center not far that could be our best bet but there was no way of contacting Leon and we were running out of ammo.

"There's a hunting shop I remember seeing. We can also try the police station," Brett said as he trained his gun on a rather fast zombie, "What do you think, should we split up?"

Wichita looked at me when she said, "Yeah, I'll take the police station. Maybe we can get word from that dude."

I knew I was riding with her, we needed to stick together, I couldn't lose her. Brett I knew wasn't willing to part with her but he realized there was no time to be argue. I got to sit up front and keep an eye on Wichita's gun while she drove as our two passengers, an older couple sat in the back seat.

We were trying only ones with weapons and we needed to conserve bullets on our way. The way the zombies were rioting and getting in front of us we should have had a plow or something with sharp spikes equipped on the front of the car.

"Please try not to flip this car too!" I said with some humor I thought but by the couple's faces, they didn't find it very amusing.

"She's only joking," Wichita assured them, smiling in the rear view mirror. Her driving was better than my comedic timing and we made it to the police station. It was quiet, something we both learned wasn't a good sign.

The couple volunteered to stay behind and honk if there was trouble. Wichita gave them a revolver I didn't even realize she had on her. We had to be quick. There were still lights on inside but no people, not even any blood.

"Stay by me," Wichita instructed me as she took charge; I wasn't sure if being in a romantic relationship with her would ever work but I never wanted to let her go. She got on a walkie talkie she found on one of the desks. "Hello! Do you read? Leon? Leroy? Whatever your name is! We had to leave the apartment! Where are you? Over!"

All she got was static. Out of nowhere a uniformed zombie that could've been the chief let out at Wichita. I shot a round at it but it wouldn't stay down. This guy's face split open and opened up like some kind of squid or a parasite. Wichita shot him in the pie hole and what was left of his head painted the walls.

"Did you see that? What happened to his face?"

"I-I don't know," Wichita stopped to catch her breath. We heard an engine Rev outside. We ran to the window to see like 50 undead out front and our ride driving off. "They left without us!" I cried.

"Come on!" Wichita grabbed my hand and we took everything we could carry, boxes of shells and water and shoved them into bags. We had to make our escape through the back exit. They smashed through the door and windows, I just didn't understand how quickly they were able to find us.

There was a chain link fence we could easily slip through and lock behind us; but it wouldn't stop them forever. Wichita managed to get past the gate first and then came my clumsy ass. I dropped some shells as I ran for my life. Zombies were filing out after us. I got through the fence and Wichita shut the gate but as she did, my shirt got caught on it and ripped open. That's right, my huge pale boobs flopped out and shook around in the air.

There was Wichita standing several feet away gawking at me, shocked at first but then this guilty smile. I gasped and covered myself with my arms. To make matters worse there were some more onlookers, survivors huddled around a fire pit giving me cat calls. I couldn't believe this, Wichita apologized purfusley and pulled me away. I wasn't sure where we were going, I had my head down while she guided me.

She led me into another building and into a washroom. "Where are we?"

"Don't worry, we're safe," she said, holding onto my face.

"I dropped so much stuff back there," I sulked.

"Don't worry, I got a lot." She whispered. "Are you alright? Are you cut or anything?"

"No..I don't think so," I said as I shook.

"Well, let me see," She said looking straight into my eyes, so serious and in the moment.

I nervously took my hands away, I don't know why it wasn't like she hadn't seen everything already. She looked over my chest, maybe too long but she could be right, what if I got scratched or bitten without even realizing it. I pushed them up with my hands, she looked so fascinated when I did this.

"Good. They look good. I-I mean they're not hurt!" She stuttered.

I laughed, "They're indestructible!"

"I'd say," Wichita smirked, "Are they cold?"

"A little," I couldn't stop shaking, mostly in fear but it was actually cold in there without a shirt on.

She held her hands out to me, "Come here." She brought me into a hug and rubbed my back and shoulders. Her warm breath on my neck as I gasped.

"Do you think I'm fat?"

"No..."

I'm not sure but I felt the need to ask her that, I guess I still needed her approval even after she told me I looked good in lingerie.

"Let me see those," she said bluntly.

I looked up at her puzzled, "What?"

"I'll keep then warm. You don't want to get pneumonia do you?"

I agreed, I let her put my breasts in her hands, I gasped, "Whoa, those are huge!" I guess I didn't realize just how big they were until they were in someone else's hands. Her grip was firm and hands smooth yet strong. I gasped as she kneaded my breasts in her hands, she didn't take her eyes off mine as she did. "That feels so good," I said, my eyes rolling back.

She pushed them together and blew on my nipples. The best thing of all? She put her mouth around one. She looked up at me while she had my boob in her mouth and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my entire life. It was like she was trying to put one entire breast in her mouth. She let go and moved on to the other one.

"Oh! Yes!" I let out, "Yes! Keep doing that!"

I couldn't believe this, I'd never had my boobs sucked on before, I was missing out big time! Maybe I was a lesbian because this was awesome, really something I could get used to...with Wichita anyway.

More soon! See how the girls makeout!