As I strode out of my tent, wearing nothing but shorts, I didn't bother to even slip on a T-shirt. My mission was simple, go to the bathroom and get back. Already I could hear the females in the bushes, ready and waiting for me, ready to suck the warm juices rushing from my body when they touches me in ways only they could. I rushed to the nearest tree, and they sprung on my from the bushes and trees. A couple of well placed slaps cleared enough room for me to run to the next tree, far enough from the tent to take a leak. But already they were getting close again. I smacked a couple away, trying to get them away from my crotch as I pulled down my pants. It was hard keeping the onslaught at bay with one hand, and I helped how I could with the other while still getting what I could done here. Soon, the job was done, and I rushed back to the tent, away from the females that wanted to guzzle my juices.
Fucking moquitoes :(
Anyway, I'm back, although partially eaten. But not by zombies. Mosquitoes.
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