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One by one, they all made a run for it and one by one they were all killed. Only Jill and Frank were left, and they had no plan. This was it. Surely, they’d die as well. It had been a long night, hiding from the creatures and watching their friends and family be eaten.
If they’d listed to the old professor, they never would have opened the secret crypt and unleashed this hell on the small town. But white people never listen, they’re always going around opening crypts and touching shit that doesn’t belong to them.
Frank thought about trying to get Jill to sleep with him one last time before the monsters got them, but he couldn’t figure out how to ask. Jill thought about how she’d missed out on the opportunity to have a child. She’d slept around a lot and had no real taste in men, but had never found the dream guy that could make her a mother. Perhaps she’d been too picky. Her looks were only moderate, to be truthful, and she could be quite annoying at times.
If they would only talk to each other, they could solve the problem. Not the monster problem- they were going to die. No, they could solve the sex problem. Little did they know that they were perfect for each other. Under other circumstances, they would have made a beautiful couple and would have had many beautiful children together.
Now, at the very least, they could be there for each other to provide the butt love they each so desperately craved.
But it wouldn’t happen. And why?
Because white people are always touching someone else’s shit!