Ellie wasn't deterred nor offended by him. "Sorry, it's my ADHD. Haven't had meds in a while," she told him, still following him. She wasn't one to give up easily, so this man was no different. She continued to bounce with every step. "And obviously you're a tame one, or else you wouldn't be...
(Yes) Ellie stared at the guy. She strapped her trophy onto her back, before putting her hands on her waist and jutting her hips to one side. "Crazy hair? What a way to talk to a lady," she snorted, running up to next to him. She moved her hands to clasp behind her back, and she bounced with...
Ellie kicked her Motorcycle before gripping her foot, cursing loudly. "Ow!" she howled, hopping for a couple seconds. She gingerly putting it back on the ground. It was perfectly fine and she started stomping down the road, grumbling about untrustable Harley's. She saw a path that led into the...
Harlem watched his feet as he walked, staring at his shoes. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and breathed a loud sigh.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/image.jpg.bf3fb6e3fdfa7a29cde1fc5f466a39f7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="3526"...
Ellie cursed as the motorcycle started to rabidly slow down. "No, no...dammit, not now!" The Harely paid her no mind as it sluggishly tugged along. Finally, it lost all of its juice and took one last roll until it stopped completely. Ellie stood, still straddling the now silent bike, looking...
Ellie drove down the road, her moms old bowling trophy strapped to her back. It was blood stained and a bit dented, but Ellie neither noticed nor cared. She luckily hadn't passed many zombies, so she was mainly cruising the roads. Ellie pushed the old Harley a bit faster, the relative quiet...