Saturday, December 22, 2012 11:14:23 PM<br/><br/>Rachel lay nude on the platform, her clothing lying nearby as a camera clicked and flashed, yet another inch exposed to the camera.  Having long ago sacrificed modesty in the name of money, she enjoyed her modest little business on campus.  She was used by the research departments in need of a female test subject, and she let the art department draw, paint, sketch, photograph and even once etch-a-sketch her in the nude.  She'd lost count of the number of people who'd seen her nude, and while many women were shy about their bodies, she didn't mind letting men or women see her.  She'd had sex in every building on campus at least once, and she didn't mind telling the campus security where they could shove their rules and regulations.<br/><br/>She'd woken up that morning with the boy she'd fallen asleep with trying to push into her for another round, and she'd woken up the girl with them after accidentally biting her breast.  The girl was a little upset, but she'd get over it.  They would run along and use their brains to make their fortunes.  She would make her fortune fucking anyone she wanted, smoking like a freight train, drinking enough to fill an olympic sized pool, and showing off her body to anyone wanting to use it for their own purposes.  She used condoms, but only to keep herself from getting a disease.  Her tubes had been tied after a car accident, so she didn't give a fuck about the occasional load dumped in her.<br/><br/>Saturday, April 13, 2013 12:55:31 PM<br/><br/>Rachel was again nude, but this time in the showers of Magers, cleaning up.  She lived in Magers, up on the top floor in the far corner.  She kept to herself and tried to avoid people if possible.  When she wanted to get out and about, she did so, and she wasn't afraid to show off her body.  But she was also a bit of paranoid, and preferred knowing who was coming and going from her floor.  It was a wierd dual personality that let her talk with people in public, but she carried weapons everywhere and she was deadly efficient at using them.  She was washing her hair when she heard the loudspeaker going off, and she stopped to listen.  The mention of cannibals made her stop and turn the water off.<br/><br/>What the hell?  The sound of cannibals made her think it was a prank.  She toweled off and got dressed, putting on a pair of black pants, long black knee-high boots, a black shirt, a black hoodie, and her many pieces of bling.  Which also happened to include knives.  She had a few guns stashed away in a self-storage, but it was across town with most of her other things.  She didn't want to go get the guns, since there was no telling what the hell it was going on out there, so she headed down the stairs and heading for the disturbance.  She was heading down when she spotted a group of zombies trying to get into the room Janet was locked within.  She blinked at the sight, and some of them turned and rushed her.<br/><br/>Without thinking, she took her knife and drive it into the zombie's eye, kicking another in the face with enough force to send the zombie back.  She took her knife and began slashing, the coagulated blood unable to squirt on her.  Soon she had the small group dispatched, and she planted a hard boot kick to the damaged door, slamming it open to reveal Janet.  "Hey cutie.  Could you tell me if I'm on a bad acid trip or is this shit for real?"