Attractive Black Woman's Journey Through Isolated Woods Fueled by Anger and Determination for Survival It was the seventh day of her journey back home. Kaylee, a black women barely considered twenty one was wearing the only thing she had clean. A tight blue dress that stopped halfway up her smooth carmel legs. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders with her back exposed with various strings connecting each other. Her back was tone and shaped having definition. Her long nails were a little less an inch colored blue like the dress she had on. A dress that, with the high heels she wore, made her ass show beautifully round and brilliant. Especially due to the natural arch in her back. Her black hair had few dark yellowish gold highlights and her bangs zigzagged. Before she left she had all of her clothes cleaned. She had now gone through them all, almost. She had to put her dress on after taking a shower that morning when she checked out of a middle of nowhere motel. She was in the woods now going down some road that her GPS couldn't even find. That and her phone was almost dead. She lifted one part of her lip in anger and discouragement at her phones 6% life. Her large pink lips pump and whitish. Her large brown eyes having complimenting eyeliner and a large chest with pressed cleavage on her small waist and rounded hips. She gave a sigh. She had been driving all day, she was fairly exhausted. "This is fuckin' Bullshit." She said with an aggravated look at the road. She knew she had to stop somewhere and ask for directions but right now she was in what she considered hillbilly country. She shook her head seeing a wooden house up ahead of her with a few cars out front. "Fuckin' great." She said stopping in front of the house throwing up her hands, "some big 'ol stumblin' hillbilly lookin' mutha' fucka' gonna come out and molest my ass then hang me in his dumb ass tree." She opened her glove box taking her baby glock out and stuck it into her small brownish gold purse embroidered with many plastic jewels. She kept the zipper open. She looked at the old house that time warped into a decrepit shadow of its former self as the yellow paint had peeled off with splinters showing all over. "If there is some crazy mutha' fucka' in there he better kill my ass 'fore I pump his punk ass full of lead." She said trying to overcome her petty fear with courage and faith in her glock. …and then things took a turn