Sorry for the long wait! Wichita and Little Rock have a little heart to heart. Please review!

Wichita's POV

It seemed like every street had a zombie or some kind of abomination on it. This Leon character could be taking us deep into the thick of it for all I knew. He seemed hard like that Jill woman, at least there were no softies around, well, Brett but he was always kind of a pussy. Little Rock was tougher than that clown. She was...She was strangely quiet. She didn't speak a word for quite some time, only staring straight ahead.

"Thanks for saving us," I said worriedly. She didn't look at me. I put a finger under her chin, teasing her but she just moved away from me. Damn, what the fuck happened last night? I remember pressuring her a little into doing drugs but I mean come on big deal. When I was her age I was in all kinds of shit.

The next thing I knew we were pulling into what looked like an abandoned apartment complex and or potential crack house which meant I could potentially get a fix. I laughed a little to myself because there was some sexy looking adult store across the street and it looked really high class, way too high class for this neighbourhood. I almost nudged Little Rock to tell her about it but Leon started talking.

"This place is safe. It will do until I get back."

"Wait, you're ditching us?" Brett couldn't control his freak mode at this point, after only just learning about the outbreak he really needed some comfort right about now.

"Where are you going?" Little Rock asked him directly.

"I guess it's only fair you know this. There is a cure for all of this and it's being kept in a facility. I have to go retrieve it and take it back to the compound Jill Valentine is currently located."

"Do you need any help?" I asked naively.

"This is my mission. You're survivors. That's your job. You have guns. If you're any good with those you'll do ok."

"You could use backup," Little Rock suggested, rather optimisticly, "Some of us aren't completely useless."

"No. Get out. Top floor. Knock twice, the others will let you in. I'll be back in a hour."

I'm sure we all had a bad feeling about this. I couldn't believe there could really be a cure, maybe the end of the world could be averted but I preferred to be pessimistic I guess. Brett knocked twice at the door and this old woman opened the door, she saw our weapons and I instantly thought she'd slam the door on us thinking we're going to rob her blind. We were welcomed in, a few other survivors were holed up in there. They looked like junkies which didn't surprise me. Everyone was on edge and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Little Rock bent over for some reason. I felt those dark thoughts in my head coming back. I felt so weak like my legs were Jello. I bit my bottom lip. I shouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking and I certainly shouldn't be staring. Brett was standing right next to me and was looking at exactly the same thing I was. I elbowed him hard; I should be doing the same to myself. She picked up a shell casing, everyone must've been armed and ready.

"Look, I'm sorry, babe. Adrenaline kicked in when we were back at the hotel."

"I don't care! Whatever that was and stop checking out my sister, perv!" Again, mainly meant for myself.

"I wasn't..."

"Save it!"

Little Rock sat alone by herself on a couch. I couldn't just leave her by herself, I needed to see what was up. I scooched in right next to her bit she turned away from me. "Hey..." She sighed in response, "You were really brave back there..."

"Yeah? So?" She said all sassy.

I thought about what a coward Brett was and laughed, she looked at me like I was insane, "Brett is such a little bitch."

"I could've told you that," she laughed.

Since I got some bit of a smile out of her I decided to take advantage of it, "Hey, I saw there's a sexy shop outside. I bet they've got some kinky lingerie," I smirked at her and eventually she gave in and smiled again.

"You want to leave the group?"

"Well, yeah. I bet Leon is going to take a lot longer than an hour. If not, I think we could be in and out."

She got excited and her excitement excited me. We managed to get out of there quite easily, no one was the wiser as they talked amongst themselves. Brett was in the bathroom so no bullshit from him.

I took her hand and ran across the road to the still lit up wonderland of sex accessories; guns in hand. I think she loved being a little bad even if it was only for a short time. We were going to make out like bandits I was sure, this place looked like the real deal. The lighting inside was weird, all blue like it was a black light or something in a nightclub only not as harsh more calmer blue. Both of our faces opened up to the mannequins with corsets and thongs. I would never wear this kind of stuff but seeing how much Little Rock seemed to like it I thought I could give it a try.

"Look at this one!" She ran over to a mannequin, laughing. I too found something I really liked. I really liked the snap on panty hose and fishnets, feeling them over. I think I had a new fetish. "Do you think I have time to try it on?"

"Uh, sure," I couldn't say no.

"What about you? Aren't you going to try something?"

I thought about it, it would be fun but wasn't sure if it was appropriate. It would be good bonding I realized. Our backs to each other we removed our clothes; it was good to get out of tight jeans and leather and let it all hang out. I loved the lacy ensemble I picked, all black and red with red stockings. I loved sliding my hands down my legs, that new silky feel. When I turned I felt like I died and went to Heaven.

Little Rock still had her back to me but already she was jaw dropping. That pale skin on her back now draped in that light. I tried not to look at her, I felt this burning inside of me. She turned to me with this smile, her same crooked teeth from when I first met her. FUCK! THOSE TITS! No, I can't look at those huge puppies bulging out of that tight bra, pushing those milk bags together so nicely. They were like bowling balls I swear! Jeez for a straight girl I sure had a dirty mind.

"What?" She asked, still smiling.

I shook my head and laughed, "Nothing," It was crazy how gorgeous she was, I still thought of her as a kid, bordering on small adult. I just never took into account how much she's grown.

"Do you like my stockings? I think I got the on right," there were snaps that attached to her bottoms. While nor skinny, she was like a Marylin Monroe type. Those thick legs. "Ha! Ha! My eyes are up here!"

"Huh? Oh sorry."

She laughed, "You look great!"

"You really think so? I'm not stunning like you," I said honestly.

"You don't really think that," she still acted so unsure of herself, so unaware of how beautiful she could be. I put my hands on her shoulders bringing her close, "Wichita?"

"I was always jealous of you."

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

"You became the favorite. But who could blame you when you were living under the same roof as this screw up."

"Oh, Wichita..."

"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."

"Oh, I didn't do that much...," she was being way too modest.

"The one who pulled me our of that car? That was you. The one who pulled my ass out of danger? You. The one who kept me warm with her monster jugs? You." I jokingly poked at both of those heavy things on her chest.

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

"Ok, Monster Boobs," I giggled and held her close, pressing into me; she was growing uncomfortable, I could tell. "Are you ok?"

She looked down for a moment then back at me, "Last night..."

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

"Well...you kissed me," she looked so adorable when she was worried.

"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," I ran my hand up and down her cheek.

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

I backed my hand away from her face, "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..."

She gave me a strange look, "That's weird."

"Can I be honest with you?" I asked. She 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?"

"Yes," I smiled proudly, "Wow, it feels good being honest with you."

"So...You're a lesbian?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."

"And...you...you l..."

"I love you, baby," I caressed her bare shoulders.

"You really feel this way?"

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

She paused and said, "Are you sure it's not the drugs?"

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

She was shocked, taking all of this in. "Whoa...no one's ever said anything like this to me before."

"That changes now," I say, kissing her cheek.

She squirms a little, "But we're family, this is wrong."

I shrugged, "Not by blood. But even that wouldn't stop me."

"What? Wichita! That's sick!"

"I'm joking, sis!" She pretended to be mad, I laughed and soon enough she was laughing.

"It's still trashy though...isn't it?"

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

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

Her sentence was cut short by moaning coming from outside; and not the good kind. I grabbed her and pushed her into a corner, we were hidden behind some mannequins. No doubt that the hungry dead was going to smash their way in at any second. She was scared. I was too. "Don't think about them. Focus on me!" She was shaking, I think on the verge of tears, I couldn't see my little badass this way.

"What are you doing?" She keeled her head back as I went in for a kiss.

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

"But..."

I forced my lips onto hers; I bet this was what kissing an angel must be like. Both of us were lost for a moment. My eyes closed as I felt the salty sweetness. When I opened my eyes I saw this goofy dazed look; I felt like I looked the same. If only Brett could see me now. Little Rock pointed the exit sign out to me; literally right behind me. We grabbed 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.

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