Indulgences were rare these days. Luxuries were nonexistent. That just meant Laura needed this even more. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest move, but she was being careful. She was on the eighth floor of a ten story hotel, all the way at the end, with two locked doors between her and the outside world. She'd built a tiny fire, just enough to heat some water with, nothing huge. She cracked the small window that sat above her head in the wall just enough to let the smoke out, and she'd even thought to cover the glass with cardboard to block any light. She'd found an old CD player, battery powered and still working, plus a few decent CDs stashed in an old car. She'd raided six rooms worth of cheap hotel soaps and shampoos, she'd rinsed herself off as she filled the tub, and finally, she was going to take a fucking bath.

Laura sunk into the warm water with a low moan. It felt like heaven. How long had it been? She wasn't quite sure, it was hard to keep track of time these days. Six months maybe? Give or take. Six months without running water. Without Internet. Without a decent meal. At least she'd finally lost the weight her doctor used to nag about. Before, she'd been, well she'd called herself chubby, but it might have been a bit more than that. Now, she was hot. Thick maybe? She'd never be tiny, but she'd slimmed down. Her belly was mostly flat, and she'd lost a lot of weight in her hips and thighs. Her ass and legs were pretty toned from all the walking (and running) she'd been doing. Her breasts were still big, not quite as much as before, but still enough to make her back ache at the end of the day. Overall, she was in the best shape of her life. If she had a working shower, and some decent clothing, she'd be downright hot. Too bad there was nobody left to appreciate it.

The world had ended. Well maybe not the world. Humanity? Society? The distinction really didn't matter. Most humans got sick. Really sick. And then they all sort of went, feral. Zombies, more or less. Laura didn't think the dead were actually rising, but that was another distinction that didn't matter. Hungry mindless creatures that didn't seem to feel pain or exhaustion that wanted nothing more than to rip your face off, might as well be zombies, dead or otherwise. Not to mention the survivors. The movies had it right, the ones who made it through could be a lot more scary than the monsters. Laura had more than a few close calls in the past few months.

No. She wasn't going to think about that. Any of it. She was going to relax in the warm water. Scrub and soak all her problems away. Tom Waits wasn't exactly relaxing music, but seeing as he was the only music she'd heard in months, it was doing the trick. She sank deeper into the water, her long dark hair flowing freely around her, as she closes her eyes and tried her best to let go of everything else and have a few short moments of peace and quiet.

Laura's eyes snapped open. The fire had burned itself out, the water was cold, the music long since silenced. She'd fallen asleep in the tub. That would have been fine, nice even, except for the noice in the other room. Someone, or something, was on the other side of the bathroom door. Fuck. Quietly as she could, she stood up. She flinched at what sounded like a waterfall pouring off her naked body. There was no way whoever was in there didn't hear that. Fuck. She didn't bother with a towel, instead, she grabbed her pistol, and took a deep breath, before throwing open the door.

(I was planning on playing Laura around her mid 30s, but I can go younger if you want to play the older woman. I'm in the mood for an age gap, and mommy vibes are my weakness. I'm open to any kinks and I'm basically limitless, and long as there's a bit of a discussion about the move extreme stuff first. That being said, I'm not crazy about long discussions starting out, I'd much rather you just jump into the story. I strongly prefer to write with women, but if a guy sends me something impressive, I'll give him a shot. DMs only, chats will be ignored)