Hello once again. It has been a while, has it not?

I do suppose it was a bit unfair of me to tease you all with a chapter like this and then not post another for so long.

But, well... I do enjoy a good tease. Make of that what you will.

Now then, shall we move on to the next chapter?

Chapter 2: Eternal Chill

"Ugh… that was embarrassing."

Hope was sitting on a wooden chair, looking down at the ground, her face red. Cameron sat down on the dirt bed, looking at Hope curiously.

"I can't believe that slime got the better of me." Hope told him. "That type of slime is so common… how did I let it get me?"

Cameron slowly patted Hope's shoulder in a comforting manner. Hope looked up at him, and gently laughed.

"Heh… at least you came." Hope said. "You… you saved me."

Cameron rubbed his neck. His eyes said, 'Well… not like I could just leave you there.'

"Heh." Hope laughed again, standing up and sitting down next to Cameron to hug him. "Thank you so much, Cameron. I'll try to be more careful in the future."

Cameron's heart gently fluttered in Hope's hug. He didn't know much, but he was pretty sure he never felt this close to another person before, let alone a beautiful woman like Hope.

Once Hope let go, Cameron grabbed Hope's bag and held it out to her. It was hers, after all.

"Oh, no." Hope denied. "You keep it. You'll probably need it way more than I do."

Cameron hesitated, but eventually kept the bag. He pulled out a mushroom and handed it to Hope.

"Thanks." she replied, munching on the mushroom. A healthy feeling surged through her body, making her feel much better.

They stayed like that for a few minutes longer, until Cameron stood up. "What are you doing?" Hope asked.

Cameron held out his pickaxe and some stone, making a mining motion and pointing to the door to the outside.

"W-wait!" Hope told him. "You… you shouldn't go outside. You should stay inside at night time."

Cameron tilted his head, obviously asking, 'Why?'

"Because… it's dangerous enough out there in the morning. At night, things… things come out. It's bad." Hope told him, glancing to the door. "And, well… you don't have nearly enough gear to take on anything.

Cameron knew Hope meant the best, but he didn't think he was COMPLETELY helpless. Still, he knew that it was a dangerous world out there. Hell, he was nearly attacked twice by slimes while he built the house. He needed to have a failsafe.

He looked in his bag at the large amount of wood he still had leftover from building the house.

An idea struck him. It wasn't exactly the BEST plan, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Cameron walked over to his workbench and started to build. Hope curiously watched his back, wondering what he was building.

Eventually, he stepped back and showed Hope his finished product.

"Is… is that…?" Hope asked slowly, a little baffled. Cameron held what looked like armor made of wood. How he did that and how protective it was was beyond her.

"Uhh… I guess… that works…?" Hope slowly said. "But… it won't be good forever, you know that right?"

Cameron nodded, already knowing the wood armor was a temporary fix. He quickly put it on him, a helmet, chest piece, and leggings. It was a little clunky to move at first, but he slowly got used to it and tested jabbing with his sword a few times.

He headed to the door and waved to Hope. She looked so worried… Cameron was almost swayed to stay.

He blinked a few times to clear his thoughts. His eyes looked at Hope with soft eyes. 'I'll be back before you even know it.' they said.

Hope really tried to believe that he would.

Cameron stepped out of the house and held up a torch. It lit up the area fairly well. He looked around a bit.

There was nothing around. What was Hope talking about? There's nothing out here.

He started walking away from the house, making sure to keep his other hand on his sword at all times.

Soon enough, he found the small hole he had started to make, to mine stone for future projects. He put some torches around the hole to light it up a bit, and started to mine stone.

He spent the next twenty minutes mining stone, slowly making headway downward in a sort of staircase pattern, for easy exit and entrance.

Then, behind and above him… he heard shuffling.

At first, Cameron thought Hope was coming out to check on him. He started turning, but froze in place when he heard…

A soft moan.

He whipped around to see what looked like a female figure shambling down the path Cameron had just made. At first, it was impossible to see what it was clearly.

Then it passed one of the torches he placed on the walls to light up the path.

Cameron recoiled instantly. It was a… a female zombie.

She might have been very pretty while she was living. Her black hair was still rather smooth looking and well kept, and her face still seemed retained some beauty of a previous life. But the rest of her ruined the image. Her skin was a shade of ugly green from years of decay, and her clothes were torn everywhere. A bone was sticking out of her elbow, but that probably didn't mean it couldn't use its hands.

"Waaaaarm… want… waarrrmth…" the zombie moaned, shuffling towards Cameron slowly.

Cameron quickly tried to dig further along, but he only managed to get a few more blocks ahead before the zombie was on his level.

She raised her hands and slowly looked at him in an unmistakably sultry way. "Waaaarm… warrrrmth…" she moaned.

Cameron pulled out his sword. His eyes yelled, 'Stay back! Come any closer and I'll slice you in half!'

The zombie didn't care. It slowly kept creeping forward.

Cameron quickly jabbed at the zombie with his copper sword. It… barely fazed the zombie.

Cameron tried again. It seemed to hurt, but… it didn't seem to do much at all.

Fear plagued Cameron's heart. There wasn't a lot of room left down there, and the zombie was only getting slightly knocked back a little bit every hit.

Soon enough, Cameron was backed up to the wall. The zombie was looking hurt, but still advancing.

Just before Cameron jabbed again, the zombie reached up to his face and tried to kiss him. It's lips almost connected with Cameron's lips…

Until his sword finally cut through the zombie.

"Uuugh… wa… warm… ughhh…" it moaned one last time, before finally collapsing to the ground and dissipating, dropping coins just like the ones those slimes did.

Cameron was breathing heavily. Against his will, his member down below was a little hard from the thought of… you know.

'I… think that's enough for now.' Cameron told himself, quickly climbing back up the steps to the surface.

Eventually, he made it. It was still early in the night, the moon was still low in the sky. Cameron breathed shakily, glad that he only ran into ONE-

"Waaarmth… want… want waaarm…"

"Uuuugh… want it all… waaarrmth…"

"More… ugghh… waaaarm… want…"

Cameron's blood froze. He turned around to see three zombies, all of them in rather good condition for being, you know, zombies. One looked almost exactly like the other he just killed down in the mine, another had arrows in it in several places, and the last looked the oldest out of them all.

Fear consumed Cameron's heart, as the zombie trio shambled towards him.

He started to run for the house, until…

'What if these zombies can open our door? What then? Maybe I should kill them now… but what if they overpower me?'

His mind kept bouncing back and forth between fighting or running as the zombies slowly continued their approach. What should he do, what should he do, what should he…?

Good Path

Eventually, he decided he'd rather run for cover than try and fight. If he fought and was raped, then… he didn't want to think about it.

As fast as his legs would carry him, he dashed from the zombies. Thankfully, they weren't very fast, but he wasn't taking any chances.

Quickly, he pried the door open and jumped through it, slamming it shut behind him. Hope stood up with wide eyes.

"Cameron! What happened?!" she yelled, watching him lean against the door.

Cameron looked at her with fear in his eyes. 'No time! Just help me keep this door shut!' his eyes yelled.

Hope understood it all the same. She helped him lean against the door, as the sound of shuffling came closer.

A loud banging rang out from the door. The zombies were trying to get in.

Cameron tried to look through his bag for something to help. His hands grabbed a chunk of stone, which he quickly used to barr the door closed.

The zombies moaned and banged on the door, but they couldn't get past it. Even so, Cameron was stuck in a state of perpetual fear while they hit the door.

Eventually, they gave up and shambled away, leaving Cameron and Hope in peace.

Cameron sighed nervously, glad that those zombie freaks were finally gone.

"See?" Hope asked. "I told you, things come out at night, things that won't stop at trying to get you."

Cameron nodded, already accepting Hope's gentle berating. He quickly pulled out a small mushroom in his pocket and slowly nibbled on it, feeling a warm, comforting feeling rush throughout his body. His member down below quickly softened, becoming normal once again now that the danger was gone.

Hope sighed, just glad that Cameron came home in one piece, even if he brought zombies with him.

Cameron quickly pulled out his copper sword, gently throwing it on the ground. 'Well, that thing was damn-near worthless.' he thought.

Then he looked over at the crafting bench one more time. If he had just enough wood, then maybe…

Maybe…

He stood up and started tinkering at the bench, Hope watching his back curiously.

It took a minute or so, but when Cameron turned around, he now had a much longer sword, this one made out of wood. 'Seems a little bit stronger than the last…' he thought.

He tried to jab with it, but he nearly lost balance, so he instead tried an overhead swing. That seemed to work better.

Hope seemed to stifle a giggle. "Now you look like you fight to protect the forests." she giggled.

Cameron looked down and realized he was still wearing the wood armor. 'Oh yeah.' he thought embarrassed.

He quickly peeled that stuff off. At the very least if things went bad, he had armor on. That might give him a chance to get away before things went COMPLETELY south.

Once he shrugged off the armor and put it safely on the workbench, he sat down across from Hope and sighed deeply. He knew it was going to be hard to sleep tonight.

Hope watched Cameron with troubled eyes. This was so much to throw on Cameron all at once, and yet it was necessary for their survival.

She wondered how Cameron came to this world. That was one thing that she didn't know. Come to think of it, how did she? She can't remember much before meeting Cameron.

She kept thinking. 'Does… does that mean me and Cameron both came into this world at the same time? Like… we were just placed here at the same time?'

It made some sense. After all, how else could she explain how she and Cameron just appeared out of thin air, with no memory of their lives beforehand? And yet… surely, there had to be more to the story than that.

Whatever the rhyme or reason, one thing was clear: they were here in this world together for a reason. That reason might not be very clear at the moment, but they were put here because of that one reason.

Hope looked up. Cameron was still deep in thought himself. Was it about the same things? Was it about his current predicament? Hard to tell, and it wasn't like there was any way of getting him to talk about it without a voice.

Hope weakly smiled at him. She stood up, came over, and sat back down next to Cameron, rubbing his back gently. Cameron didn't look up at her, but he didn't push her away, which kept her going.

"It's okay… everything will be okay." Hope whispered in his ear. "We're together in this, aren't we?"

Cameron shook a little bit. This day had really done a lot more on his psyche than he'd like to admit. Having Hope right there, gently rubbing his back, speaking those words… it felt very, very relaxing.

In a moment, Cameron couldn't control himself. He quickly threw his arms around Hope and clung to her, still shaking gently. He… he wanted to feel strong. That things around him didn't bother him. But everything was stacking on top of each other, and it's REALLY hard to stay strong in spite of all that. He wanted, nay, NEEDED, to be told that everything was okay. That he and Hope would be okay.

Hope was tense for maybe a few moments before relaxing and hugging Cameron back. She giggled. "It's okay… it's okay. I understand." she told him comfortingly. "I'm here… I'll always be here. No matter what."

It was quite a long time before Cameron finally let go. But Hope didn't mind. Cameron's relaxed face was more than worth holding onto the bigger man for that long.

"Come on. We should get some sleep." Hope told him. Cameron nodded.

Slowly, Hope got up and started to make her way towards the small dirt bed that Cameron made for her. It wasn't exactly the lap of luxury, but it would do for the time being.

She glanced over. Cameron was settling into his 'bed' as well, but… he didn't seem happy. He kept glancing over at Hope. She… seemed like she was offering him something.

A random and inexplicable breath of wind passed over Cameron, making him shiver slightly even with his clothes on. He quickly realized they had no form of bedding at all, and even with the warm glow of the torches, it still felt cold.

He glanced back at Hope. She seemed to be feeling the sudden chill as well. Her back was turned away from him, but it was evident that her arms were wrapped around her sides.

His heart twanged a little. He… he wanted to do something to make her more comfortable. But all he had was a bag, a sword, a few tools, stone, dirt, wood, and mushrooms.

Then, he realized what Hope's invitation had been.

Rising from his 'bed,' he quietly kneeled next to Hope's bed and gently tapped her shoulder.

Hope slowly turned over, mumbling, "Hm?"

'I… I was wondering if we could… sleep together tonight. Keep each other warm.' Cameron asked with his eyes. He was softly blushing.

Hope quickly realized what he was asking and blushed herself. But she didn't deny him. She only implied with her eyes, 'If… if you want to… then I won't object…'

Cameron quickly placed down a little more dirt to make the bed a little wider, and then he slowly climbed in with Hope.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, each blushing gently.

"Heh…" Hope quietly laughed. "I… I don't remember much of anything from before all this… but I don't think I've ever been this close to someone like you before…"

In response, Cameron scooted closer. Hope blushed harder, but didn't back away. Rather, she gently hugged the taller man, surprised. He… felt really, really warm…

Hope genuinely felt more relaxed and safe when she hugged Cameron. She lightly yawned, slowly closing her eyes.

Cameron was surprised when Hope almost instantly started gently snoring. She looked extremely relaxed.

Cameron finally allowed his face to fully blush. He could very clearly feel Hope's… breasts against his chest. And by lord… they were huge.

Even through his embarrassment, Cameron also felt very… safe. Comfortable.

Plus, seeing Hope while she was asleep like this… she was very cute.

Cameron yawned, studying Hope's soft face. He actually felt content.

For a moment, he was able to forget his troubles. He forgot that he couldn't talk. He forgot he was the only male for lord knows how far. He forgot that the world was full of monster women.

All he focused on was Hope's gentle breathing and her comforting warmth.

Slowly, Cameron's eyes closed, and he drifted off into dreams.

…

…

Bad Ending

'No… I have to fight these things. If they follow me back to the house, then… Hope could be in danger.' Cameron insisted.

He held his copper sword defensively. If the zombies looked afraid, they didn't show it. They continued their slow shamble towards him.

He jabbed at one in the leg and then at another in the arm. It barely left a mark in either.

"Waaarrmth…" the remaining, oldest zombie moaned, reaching out with some unfathomable hunger.

He kept jabbing with his sword, but the zombies were starting to overpower him. They were barely weakening, while every one of his strikes were wearing him down thanks to his inexperience using the weapon.

Too late, he realized these things wouldn't be going down easily without something stronger, so he tried to turn tail and run.

However, the zombie covered in arrows quickly grabbed him by the arm and yanked back hard.

He nearly fell over, but recovered. He tried to keep running, but the zombie had a solid grip on his arm. The others soon swarmed him while he fruitlessly attempted escape.

"Waaarrmmmmth…" the eldest zombie moaned, grabbing Cameron by his shoulders with inexplicable strength. Several gashes were cut into the creature's body thanks to Cameron's sword, but other than that it looked fine, and it didn't look any weaker.

And then it kissed him squarely on the lips.

Cameron gasped internally. The lips of the zombie were colder than ice. That alone was making him want to stop fighting and try to warm up the poor creature, at least a little.

The kiss was quickly draining him of all remaining energy. All of his will to fight was quickly vanishing because of the strange power these female monsters possessed.

'N-no… I-I can't lose like this!' he yelled in his mind, and tried once again to struggle, finding some strength.

But then the other two zombie's reached out. Somehow, even with the eldest one kissing him, they managed to tear off all his armor and cling to his body, quietly licking at his face and neck. Their bodies and tongues were just as cold, and it was completely miserable for Cameron.

This trio attack was happening all too fast for the silent man to react, and he wasn't even sure how to begin fending off the monsters. Plus, against his will and even with all the coldness of the zombies, all three of these creatures were starting to make him grow incredibly hot.

The eldest zombie finally pulled her face away from Cameron, and it almost looked like there was some blush in her cheeks. "W-warmmth… you… warm…"

It's fingers reached for Cameron's pants, quickly undoing them and pulling them down, almost instantly exposing Cameron's manhood to the still air.

He tried again to struggle, but it was clear at this point that he would need the strength of ten men to break free.

The zombie looked down at his exposed dick with genuine affection. "W-warm… must… warm…"

It quickly leaned down, it's body still rather stiff, and curled it's mouth around Cameron's meat rod. The tall man immediately gasped in sheer surprise. The mouth wrapping around his member felt like he just stuck it inside an ice freezer.

Yet still, it was wet, and somehow this managed to make him a little harder despite himself. The zombie girl slowly started to pump gently, up and down, it's coarse tongue rubbing against his rod.

Cameron moaned, then found the noise silenced suddenly by another zombie, who looked rather desperate. "W-warm… please…" she moaned, quickly kissing him deeply. The third zombie looked upset, somehow.

The second zombie, noticing that, pulled away slightly, making her's and Cameron's tongue's locked together. The third zombie leaned forward slightly, joining her own tongue in this dance of mouths.

Somehow, this triple attack of cold was becoming too much for Cameron to take. His breathing changed, showing how close he was to climax. The zombies recognized that and increased their pace, trying to make him feel good enough to finish.

And then he groaned loudly, and he couldn't hold back anymore. From his penis a torrent of semen was released, so much that if the zombie was living she probably would've gagged.

The zombie popped her mouth off once her mouth was full, but Cameron still had a bit left in him, which ended up just going straight up. The other two zombie's quickly tried to lap up the stuff, the two of them moaning heavily at the thick smell of Cameron's sperm.

Cameron panted hard, almost unable to move anywhere. Even so, he tried to jumpstart himself, by slowly crawling away.

Somehow, energy slowly found his body, and he managed to shamble away as fast as possible, pulling his pants up as he did.

The zombies started to chase him once they realized he was getting away, but he was walking faster than they could catch, having a head start.

Cameron managed to get to the door, and with the zombies still nearby, pulled the door open to his house and slammed it shut behind him.

Hope was sitting on her bed, but suddenly turned to the door when it opened loudly.

"C-Cameron! You were gone for so long! What happened out there?" she yelled, grabbing Cameron's shoulders.

Cameron stared at Hope, but… somehow, there was something different about the way he saw her. And, something felt wrong. The room was getting colder the longer he stood there.

As he stood there, Hope grew nervous. "C-Cameron…? You're eyes are… unfocused…"

Cameron stared at her, unblinking…

And then the door was being hit from the outside, by the trio of zombies still desperate for Cameron's warmth.

Hope glanced at the door, fear in her eyes. "Is that… zombies…?"

Cameron looked at Hope again…

And suddenly he moved.

He grabbed Hope, dragging her away from the door. Hope squeaked in fear, unprepared.

"C-Cameron! What are you doing?!" Hope yelled, as Cameron threw her on one of the two beds of dirt in the room. He was staring at the guide girl with blank eyes.

The clambering outside the door grew louder, and the zombies seemed like they were going to get through.

"Cameron, we need to block the door, get off of me!" Hope shouted loudly, which didn't help matters any.

Cameron slowly glanced at the door…

And then turned towards Hope and squarely kissed her on the lips.

Out of sheer surprise, Hope didn't struggle. But… Cameron's lips…

They were ice cold… and so was his body…

The door finally broke open, and the three zombies shambled in. But then they saw Cameron kissing Hope with that blank look in his eyes.

They seemed to smile. They slowly approached the pair.

Hope managed to somehow push Cameron off her lips, in order to scream, "Cameron, what's happened to you?!"

In response, Cameron let out a groan. It sounded identical to a zombie's groan.

Hope's eyes were wide. Cameron… Cameron was lost.

"N-no… no! Cameron!" Hope screamed, finally starting to struggle against Cameron. But even if she had managed to get away from Cameron's grip, the three zombie girls had already reached their position.

Two grabbed onto Hope's arms, looking at her rather lovingly. The other one started assisting Cameron as he groaned gently, fumbling with Hope's buttoned up shirt.

In moments, Hope was shirtless, with only a bra keeping her breasts in line. That was shattered soon after, as Cameron quickly tore it open with reckless abandon.

Hope started to cry. Her new best friend was gonna be the death of her, all because she didn't make him stay behind. She literally caused her own death to happen because of her foolhardy mistake.

Cameron quickly started rubbing Hope's breasts all over, focusing particularly on the nipple of her right. The zombie that was currently assisting Cameron joined in, instead focusing on Hope's left breast.

Their hands were colder than ice. But even so, Hope was feeling a strong wave of pleasure wash over her as the two violated her.

A spark of pleasure near her nether region elected a short gasp. Cameron was using his free hand to gently rub around Hope's genital area, and even through her pants Hope was starting to feel herself getting aroused.

'N-no… Cameron…' Hope whimpered in her mind, feeling Cameron's mouth curl gently around her nipple, the other zombie doing the same.

As the pair of them sucked, the other two zombies, still with small remnants of Cameron's semen plastered on their face, started licking at Hope's face, watching her expression melt into horrified pleasure.

Then, Hope felt her pants being pulled off, and she managed to look down just in time to see Cameron yanking them off with a hunger in his eyes.

One of the zombies spoke up, "W-waarrrmm… give… him… warrrrmmmmth…" she moaned, quietly making her tongue get closer to Hope's mouth.

"N-no… Cameron… please…" Hope weakly pleaded.

If Cameron even heard her, he made no indication of it at all.

He pulled down Hope's panties and, after undoing his own pants, lined up his cock with Hope's moist entrance. His penis was a solid block of ice, in his mind, and he desired somewhere to warm it up. And Hope's snatch looked like the perfect place to do so.

With little regard for finesse, he thrust in his meat rod all the way in one motion. Hope cried out in pleasure as her most personal spot was invaded.

Blood gently trickled out of her vagina, around Cameron's penis. Hope was a virgin. And this was certainly not the way she wanted to have it taken.

Cameron began thrusting in and out, violently to boot. He felt his body slowly loosen with each thrust, as he kept indulging in Hope's lovely warmth.

He shared that warmth with the zombie girl next to him, which he started making out with on the spot while still keeping up his pace with Hope. The zombie looked like she was getting warmer too, just from Cameron's kiss.

The other two zombies, meanwhile, had already removed what scraps remained of their panties and were starting to masturbate, keeping their pussies nearby Hope's face in the process. Everytime Hope moved or breathed on them, it only drove them even wilder with lust.

"Warm… you are warm…" the zombie on Hope's left murmured.

"So very… very warm…" the zombie on the right murmured.

In between the sickening waves pleasure that Hope was feeling right now, she grew genuinely surprised. That… actually sounded like a coherent sentence. Before, the most they did was groan for warmth and stuff, but… they were starting to loosen.

"We… want more… give it to him…" the right zombie goaded, gazing at Cameron's cock in sheer happiness. "Give your heat to… him… now…"

Against her will, even with the ice cube of a penis inside of her, Hope was close to climax, her mind slowly melting. She wanted to escape, she wanted to escape…

She wanted to escape…

She… wanted…

Escape…

…

Her thoughts started changing.

The closer she grew to orgasm, the blurrier the thoughts became.

Her desire to get away was falling, as all she could focus on was this huge dick inside of her, going in and out, in and out, in and out…

She felt her expression melt into slovenly joy, as she finally started succumbing to the madness of that Cameron and the other zombie girls were feeling.

With a loud moan, Hope could see herself rapidly becoming a green zombie. Her flesh started losing its color, becoming a sickly green. Her eyes grew duller, her bones started becoming softer, as if she had aged centuries. Her cheeks were permanently stained where the zombie girls had been licking before. What clothes were still on her body were decomposing slightly, barely even being recognizable as clothes.

In moments, she was a fully fledged zombie, addicted to the dick that was inside of her, and her mind was now attached to this feeling of bliss.

"M-more… more…" she pleaded, now not trying to resist her urges.

Cameron, spurred on by Hope, doubled his efforts, his thrusts growing even faster than they had been. The other zombies started doubling their pleasure-making efforts, with the two zombie's starting to masturbate even harder, and the one with Cameron helping him thrust into Hope even harder, while still keeping a tight liplock on them and even using it's other hand to pleasure herself on top of that.

Ten second later, Hope couldn't take it anymore, and with a zombified scream, she exploded with pleasure, her vagina convulsing around Cameron and coating it in love juices. That was all it took for Cameron to also come inside of Hope, filling her up to the absolute limit. Even the other zombies managed to reach the tipping point at the same time.

For a moment, the group orgy paused, all basking in the afterglow.

Then Cameron slowly pulled out of Hope, causing her to moan softly.

A small bit of cum started flowing out of her, and she gazed at Cameron with absolute love.

The rest of the night passed on like that, with Cameron systematically shooting his sperm into each of the other zombies, plus ANOTHER into Hope just for good measure.

By the time he was tapped out, his energy was finally fading. Oh, but they weren't over. Far from it.

No, this was just the first night of many. Once he regained his energy, he would do it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

But just before he passed out on the first night of the rest of their lives, he noticed a grave marker that slowly appeared just as he was losing consciousness. It read,

"Cameron lost his mind to the pleasure of the zombie hoard, and Hope joined him in their forever undead life as pleasure seeking zombies."

And now, Cameron was slain…

…

And so, we come to yet another end.

Has the overall pattern of how this story will read made sense? I certainly hope so: it's been something that I worked on for... an embarrassingly long time to make sure it was right.

But, it would be all worth it to know that it makes sense, and that it feels like it works for the story.

As always, I do hope you enjoyed reading this. I cannot predict when the next chapter will come up, but I can say that I will be back soon enough.

Maybe it will be with another chapter.

Or maybe...

It will be with something completely different.

Something... new.

But I don't want to spoil the surprise, so you'll just have to wait.

And until then...

Stay sexy, my friends.

- Noremac