"Hmm, that's both intriguing yet also disappointing at the same time," Nora said as she and Logan gazed at the storefront, both analyzing what had just been divulged to each other.
"Understandable," Logan sighed as Buck continued his movie in the back seat of the locked car. Logan had come out of the store after the two girls said they wanted to handle the incoming grifters. Not seeing a need to fight the request, he just nodded and rolled out the cart of stuff. Which led him to a rather intriguing sight. The parking lot, filled with cars, was now littered with a rather decent amount of dead on the ground. If Logan had to guess, he would say maybe fifty altogether, fifty dead, with Orlando right in the middle of it, barely any blood on her clothes at all. It wasn't a shock given the threat he felt from her, and the fact that he finished off nearly as many as she did just a few minutes ago. No, it was how the dead were killed that made it worse.
Cuts, slashes, and complete dissections were shown on the dead. Limbs, heads, and cut-in-half torsos made up the rather bloody slurry, again with Orlando in the middle of it. Except now she was holding a sword. A sword that Logan clocked as a Chinese Jian of all things, making him raise a brow even higher than when he saw the mass of dead bodies. Orlando, for her part, was cleaning the Jian as he stepped out, and immediately locked eyes with him. Her developing smirk made him twitch for his shoulder holster, but her words made him stop.
"Oh, no need for violence, big guy, we both know that a conversation is a bit overdue, no? How about we put away our toys and have a chat, hmm?" she asked in her southern drawl. His frown remained, but he relaxed his tense hand. So chat they did, one telling of a multiverse movie theater filled with likely thousands of people, and the other telling of Taoism and reaching for the heavens through self-improvement. Nora, a name she had given Logan after both finally were able to tell truths to one another, was disheartened to know that her freedom was locked down by something she once was able to fight as an equal against in her past life.
Logan, for his part, was keeping a cool expression as he watched the store for any gunfire, knowing his wife might decide the grifters were too much of a hassle to take along. Yet, internally, he felt a rush of primal exuberance at the thought of what Nora's presence meant if he was able to play his cards right. Cultivation, the path of self-improvement to reach immortality through hard work and sheer force of will. To challenge the heavens and rise above them. To prove that you stood at the top of all others. Something that he had wanted all his life, and one that he was never able to achieve, given his original world's mundane aspect.
Yes, he read the fantasy books of the lucky break poor fools and the golden spoon-fed young master prodigies. Why wouldn't he? His entire life was about becoming a monster in human skin. A soldier, no, a legend of combat that all would recognize. Hell, one of the instructors his father paid for, a freshly discharged Navy SEAL, once said he expected to hear someone in a secure government facility look at an image of him and say, "Jesus Christ, that's Logan Jackson" and start to panic in fear. So to be standing next to a woman who was so much more? Logan would have to admit he, for the second time in his life, was adamant about seducing someone to be his.
"So this was, or I guess is, a movie world?" Nora asked, bringing Logan out of his headspace. Logan nodded and explained the premise of ZombieLand to the woman.
"Yes, basically someone ate a contaminated burger, or got bitten by a bat, or whatever you want your zombie virus to come from, and started to spread and infect the world. Thus creating a ridiculous backdrop for a boy meets girl/found family film that's a feel-good yet bloody fun experience. Just the kind of campy, stupid logic fun that my wife loves, so we watched it quite often."
"Okay," Nora said with a sigh as she had to come to terms with the fact that her second life was a dumb zombie film premise. "So you know what's supposed to happen?"
"Pretty much, though of course your, and our, presence butterflies things a bit," Logan answered. Nora frowned at that as she thought about it. Quickly growing wide-eyed as she looked back into the car at Buck. Looking back at Logan, who had taken a second to gaze into her eyes and nodded. "Like I said, a found family/boy meets girl story. The movie starts with a lone Columbus filling up his car in an abandoned town, only to be ambushed as he tries to use the restroom by a few zombies. He comically outruns the two in a circle before getting into his car and driving away, only to then crash as another dead jumps out from the back seat. This leaves him without a car and having to walk down the highway looking for another usable car."
"Which was when he was found by my...lone brother Tallahassee," Nora said with a frown. Logan nodded again.
"Yep, we dropped in as the nerd was going to the bathroom at the station, and traveled with him. Anyway, the two start to bond comically before meeting the other two main cast members. Wichita, a twenty-something bad girl, and Little Rock, her twelve-year-old sister, who tries to act tougher than she is.
"Grifters?" Nora questions before thinking about that label for the two, before sighing in clear understanding of what likely happens next. "Let me guess, older sister fools the awkward nerd by being a pretty face and of fuckable age?" Logan nods with a smirk.
"Yep, and your brother, after losing his kid to the dead, falls for a sob story they pull about Little Rock being bitten. This ends with them getting taken for nearly everything they have, car. After that, there is some exposition from the sisters about looking to get to a California amusement park that's said to be zombie-free. Then we get a bit more bonding time with your brother and Columbus as they find a new car, one will likely need to pick up as we're taking on two more people, and a shit load of guns. Finally, with a new ride, they head out to find the two, your brother, looking for revenge."
"And Columbus going along to somehow flirt and get his dick wet before Tally kills them" Nora chimed in making Logan nod.
"I guess, anyway, the plot allows this to happen as the Cadillac breaks down," Logan says before realizing he forgot to check the engine and sighing as he and Nora move over to the hood and pop it open. Sure enough, after a quick inspection, he finds a few easily fixable problems that his time in Dawn of the Dead trained him to see. Working over the car, he still kept talking to Nora. "Like I said, and as you can see, the Caddie breaks down and gives your brother and Columbus their perfect chance."
"Except," Nora states, and makes Logan chuckle.
"Except the girls get the drop on the two by hiding and pulling a gun on Columbus again. This is where the movie kind of makes less sense. See, instead of once again leaving the boys in the middle of nowhere, like the two sisters should, they instead drive away with them at gunpoint."
"What, why?" Nora asks. Logan shrugs as he tests another part of the engine after fixing the visible problems.
"Honestly, I blame failing to give a reason to keep the four together. They just sort of glossed over it by cutting to the backstory for the girls, then hoping the audience didn't care anymore," Logan said while wiping his hands clean of grease and closing the hood. "There, now will have to work on cars going forward. Anyway, a bunch of bonding happens as they road trip to California, after Wichita blows up Columbus's plans to head back to his namesake."
"Gone?" Nora asks grimly. Logan just nods. "Shit, okay, so fun road trip ahead to the amusement park I'm guessing given the turn around to California. Then?"
"Skipping a bit of the in-between and cameo, but fine," Logan says. "If our choice on going into the second movie still comes about, and we don't all get sucked back to the Cineplex, we have six years to kill before the second movie starts."
"Six years!? What were you planning to do for six years in a zombie-filled hell scape?" Nora asks the man.
"What any tourist would do, see the sights, cause a bit of property damage, and to quote my wife, "fuck anywhere and everywhere neat" Logan said with a smirk that made Nora break out in a hard belly filled laugh. Her thoughts were still scrambled with all the new information she had just gotten, but she had never thought she would meet people who reminded her of her old life so much.
"You know, HA," she started to say as her mirth cooled off. "If I didn't come from a world filled with fucking insane cultivators, myself one such bitch, I would likely have killed you three on principle with the danger your going to cause."
"Fair," Logan said, still smirking. "I take it, though, that your past life gives you a better idea?" Logan hedges. Nora gives him a look as she sees the man in front of her visibly tracking his eyes down her body and back up to meet her own. She wasn't the fool her blond-haired, twenty-something look would make most believe. Logan might keep a cool outlook when being watched, but his eyes and soul burn with the want of power that she could give him.
"He craves the path of cultivation even more then my tight ass, hmm?" Nora thought as she looked at the man in front of her. She shifted in her stance and brought her arms under her pronounced chest before tracking down his body slowly with her eyes, as fair play was a given in any flirt. He was tall, strong, proud yet not arrogant, and generally had the passion she liked in a man. It didn't even change the plans she had put forth ever since awakening in this world. She had assumed she wouldn't find a man who could truly be her equal in this world. That she would have to find a good base and build up a lover to walk with her. It wasn't the first time that his has been done, as many a powerful cultivator found it easier to find one who meshed well emotionally than physically.
"He has the right attitude I enjoy, and his wife and other lover aren't deal breakers, though...if I were to join in on their thruple, it would end in one likely direction. The question is, would they be comfortable with that?"
Giving Logan a look that held heat, yet with some caution, Nora gave the response he was looking for. "Okay, stud, I'm fine with trying to turn your threesome into a foursome," she said, making Logan's charming grin turn a bit more predatory. Nora's own soon joined his as she continued. "However, we are a bit more similar than you think," Nora said, making Logan chuckle.
"You won't break for Akane," Logan said, making Nora nod. He shook his head, "It won't be a problem, it's a rare thing, but she's a true switch with any girl who can dominate her. You might not have picked it up, but most visibly flinch with her, as they can spot the bloodlust in her natural expression and just can't handle it." Nora nodded at that before he continued. "Yet, if you can, which happened only once before you, handle the insane nature that is her personality, then she will submit."
"Oh, who was the girl?" Nora asked, interested to know.
"An older woman, she was a drifter who came through town, likely some soldier that was deep black ops during her service, if I had to guess even now. She had come to an underground fight of mine to bet on and watch. After I won and left with Akane to grab a drink at a bar, she followed us. The flirting happened fast, and like you, she just didn't even see Akane as a threat. It was honestly the first and last time I ever saw my wife submit to anyone other than me in bed." Nora nodded at his story and smiled brighter. Looking over to inside the car, and seeing Buck still distracted by his movie, Nora pushed forward and firmly brushed her hands over Logan's chest.
Their height wasn't too far off, so as she did enjoy the chiseled muscles underneath the man's shirt, she also snagged a quick yet deep kiss. She was quick to pull back before Buck just so happened to look up, something that might just happen if she were truly in a movie world. Licking her lips, she enjoyed the smoky nature of his spirit, a neat little thing she learn to taste after a few dual cultivation nights. She also rubbed her palm with her fingers as her one hand dragged low enough to get a good idea of what he was packing.
"Guess you truly are a stud," she said with a foxlike smile before twitching and looking toward the front of the store. Logan followed and caught sight of the six exiting. The first being Tallahassee and Columbus, the older man laughing his ass off while the younger seemed even more awkwardly constipated. Next, Akane and Leah, both sporting evil grins, as the taller of the two threw away a heavily used Sharpie and the shorter one held something in her hands. Finally, the last two, the grifters, walked out, making Nora laugh as much as her brother. Logan simply looked away with a soft snicker after his gaze fully took in the sight.
Starting with Little Rock, as she was walking ahead of her sister with a deep scowl, one could see the plethora of drawn on, hyper realistic cumming dicks, cartoonish glasses, and twisty mustache and goatee she now had marked across her face. These wonderful additions to her complexion, while hysterical in their own right, held nothing to her forehead, which was the true joke. In filled out block lettering held the word "CUNT WAFFLE" boldly placed and prominent for all to see.
"Oh God!" Tallahassee laughed as he looked at the twelve-year-old. "I thought when you finished with her you couldn't get any fucking funnier, but you somehow topped it with the older one, HA HA HA HA!"
"Did you have to go so far, Salem?" Columbus said as he and everyone else's gaze left the younger sister to look at Akane's true master piece. Standing in nothing more than her bra, panties, and boots was Wichita, glaring daggers at the small Japanese woman as she hatefully yet begrudgingly slowly made her way to the Cadillac. All across her body were written words of humiliation, one would find in a Japanese hentai. slut, whore, free use, etc. were expertly written in a tasteful distance from one another so each were given their time to shine. Plus, like her sister, her forehead promptly displaced the word "CUM DUMPSTER" for all to see, even when she put back on her clothes. That in the few choice words marking her face as well.
Wichita visibly wished to cover herself as she walked slowly to the car, yet every time she started to, she saw the visible twinkle of threat that Akane gave her, as this was her punishment for trying to threaten them with death. So with deep breaths and a boiling rage, she let everyone see her shame as she stopped halfway through and did a demanded spin to show every inch of the writing. This of course showed the decorative tramp stamp writing of "Salem's Little Bitch" above her perky ass. More laughter rang out from the Texan siblings as she fully came back around and finished her walk to the car. Finally, she walked up to Akane, who gladly gave back her clothes with actual tears streaming down her face in glee.
Wichita didn't say a word as she got redressed before getting into the car while pulling her sister into her lap. Buck finally noticed the two new people and saw the writing, but was too young to actually understand what they meant and simply gave the two a strange look. Columbus followed suit, ready to console the two for the rather extreme punishment he didn't think they deserved, and everyone else still laughed outside, not trusting themselves to function without getting out of their system.
When everyone started to calm down, Nora smiled beautifully at the three as she nodded. She knew now that she was going to give it her all to stay a part of whatever this is going to become, because whatever it was, it was going to be fucking fun.