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Angel had that sensation of falling when she realized she was in the air and coming down quickly. By the time she even realized she was falling, it was too late to think of how to land, not that she would have even thought of it.

She ended up landing on someone in her fall back to the bed of the cab. She groaned, but her mind was still in the sex aura playing field. If her mind wasn't in the gutter she probably would have cared who she'd just landed on and heard what sounded like the semi hitting something, a lot of something's.

"Whoa-!"

Hadn't expected that one. Instead of going down the widened hole, the street just collapsed under the semi truck, throwing them all back against the front of the trailer. Ebris grunted from the impact, but it wasn't enough to hurt him at all. The bounty scum shook his head and was about to straighten himself when Ryke began to look at him funny. Ebris cocked his head to the side and gave her an equally odd expression of "wtf?" back.

"What the rath are you lookin' at, woman?"

But there wasn't enough time for any more of that.

Suddenly, ZAMBEHS.

All over again!

There was no time to bother with blasting them - besides, there were too rathin' many of them.

That just made Ebris' harsh features spread into a grin. Gulping down the rest of the bottle of JD he had gotten from the vending machine, the bounty hunter began to reach behind him and under his coat with his left while he hucked the bottle at a random robo zombie up in the distance. Ebris then brought whatever he was grabbing forth.

And then Ebris proceeded to goto town, hacking the durasteel pickaxe into the skulls and arms of any cyborgs that started to get too close to his side of the cab. The mining pick would easily hack through their iron bodies, maiming them horribly.

Oh yeah. Ain't no way to kill grod like mining 'em.

*snap-crackle-freezepop*

Eileen groaned as the vibrations of the moving truck and the sudden jolts ground her still clothed body against James body. She'd pulled away after the motions got too severe for any real kissing.

*viwrrrrr* The pendant began whirling once more, and this time, something happened...namely, the lust-filled trailer began to noticably ease up in intensity. The emotions weren't gone, but there was some immediate relief for those not necessarily hoping for a ******** right this moment.

...well mostly. Eileen and James were still at ground zero. But then, maybe the panel lines starting to reassert themselves again would kill the moment.

Panel lines? What? Oh, yeah... James did feel something different, considering how tightly pressed together the two of them were it would have been hard for him to not notice something being altered on her body such as the appearance of panels.

But... it was really hard to care about it. Right up until Eileen pulled away briefly.

James took a deep breath, collected himself enough to get together a full sentence, and then moved his hand out from under Eileen. Instead he pulled the knife out once more, pulled Eileen closer against his chest, and wrapped his other arm around her at the shoulders.

Now, rather than being cradled in his arms she was pulled up into his lap facing him with their arms around each other... but he had a knife pressed to her back.

"Don't... do that..." he said, having to practically force out the stern words despite everything that was going on. His head felt heavy, so he rested it on her shoulder and put his lips closer to her ear.

"...you know what I'm going to have to do if you do that..."

And so they went on, trailing dead zombies.