Man’s Best Friend, Zombie’s Worst Enemy Part 52

With a sword half an inch in his gut, blood dribbling down into his white khakis, Keith Sable Sr. grunted. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he glared straight at Stacy. “Is this what you want?” Stacy hadn’t even considered if this was what she wanted. She had been overwhelmed by the spectacle until Keith…… Continue reading Man’s Best Friend, Zombie’s Worst Enemy Part 52