Alas, it has taken me enough time but I think I’ve come up with something I’m happy with!! I was intrigued by this project for a while now and was very happy when asked to participate so I wanted to some up with something good!

• All contributors should link to the starting post before the contribution (http://buel.kissthis.net/?p=121), this will make it easy for those wanting to read the story to find the beginning.
• No one person owns the story, it is a cumulative effort and therefore belongs to the contributors as a whole.
• You can introduce or kill off any character you wish to providing the it doesn’t detract from the overall storyline – hopefully we’ll not end up with 400 named characters (hehe)
• There is no limit to how much or how little you write, just that you write something
• You may nominate only one person to contribute the next content, if that person doesn’t wish to be a part of this or does not write the next part within a week, then you should nominate someone else.
• The genre is not set in stone, whatever your taste is in books – let it influence the story.

Here is my addition to the story …

“Don’t move.”

Her voice was like velvet and breath warm in his ear.

What goes through ones head at a time such as this is often recounted should one survive to tell the tale. All Jeb could think about was why he was sent here. This assignment was one with few details and fewer survivors. It seemed to him that all of the less than stellar guys were given this exact assignment, from which they never returned. He had felt slightly miffed when it was handed to him and even more miffed now that he was faced with a bit of a problem.

Without taking a breath, he began to raise his arm slowly, fingers still wrapped around the Browning.

“Silly man”, she hissed in his ear grabbing his hand and trying to remove the gun from his grip. Unwilling to let go and unable to see through the thick, black curtain of darkness surrounding them, he flung his body around and pulled the trigger. The shot flashed from the end of the barrel and struck a boarded window, pouring moonlight through a small splintered hole.

“You’re better than the others”, she giggled from behind him.

He turned quickly to face her and for a split second caught a glimpse before she disappeared back into the pitch black. A mass of crimson curls flared out wildly around her pale, ashen skin. Her lips were curled into a snearing grin. And her eyes. Her eyes were bright blood red and gleaming with amusement.

And there you have it!! Now here’s the part I’ve been having the most trouble with … finding someone to nominate! So what I will do now is search through my Twitter friends and find a suitable candidate who would be willing to keep the ball rolling. Should you be reading this and feel compelled to continue the story, leave me a comment and away you go!! I shall update and let you know the next contributor as soon as I find them!