After changing into a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, you head out to the backyard and take in a lungful of fresh air. It's a nice day, even though the sun is hidden above a never-ending sea of fluffy, white clouds. This is perfect weather to take a dip. When Haley decides to jump in the pool, usually around noon, you could invite yourself over and give the remote a try. It's been a week or two since you guys hung out, so you're sure that she's got a lot to talk about. The girl loves to talk, which is good because you love to listen to her sweet, melodic voice, especially when she's excited about something. Last time you were over, Haley spent three hours going on about the new bands she was listening to.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you pass the massive maple tree in the center of the yard. It's a text from Eric which asks, "R u awake?"
"Yeah," you reply, "what's up?
"Got new game. Wanna play. Space zombies."
A game about space zombies? Sounds weird, but then again most games are strange when you break them down. "Maybe," you text back as you walk around the side of the house. While you're not in a gaming mood, Eric would be a damn good test subject, possibly even better than Haley, since you know for a fact that he can keep a secret.
"Jesus Christ, are you serious?" a woman's voice cries out.
Across the street, you see that the Wilsons are having another argument in their open garage. It's a wonder they haven't killed each other by now. They've only been married for two years, yet the way they go at each other's throats makes it seem like a lot longer than that. The couple, both in their late twenties, are yelling over one another so that it's hard to tell who's at fault this time.
Your money is on Darren. The man either can't or won't keep it in his pants, which is insane. His wife, Christy, is downright gorgeous, even if she is a little on the shorter side at five-foot-two. Long black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and an ass that fills out her blue jeans perfectly. If you had someone like her, there's no way you'd ever cheat. It's not as though he's some kind of stud anyway. Sure, Darren is six-two with a muscular build, but years of abusing his liver with the guys has left him a bit pudgy around the middle.
"Dude, space zombies," Eric texts. "Zombies in space."
Forget about the zombies. If your friend knew about the remote control, what it was potentially capable of, he wouldn't give a damn about that stupid game. You have to try it out and soon, otherwise the anticipation is likely to kill you. Just as you're about to type out a response, you hear a creaky screen door open. It's Haley. It has to be.
That's it, you've made up your mind. You're going to try the device out on…
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