you are hiding in a rundown shop trying to survive the day to day life in a world of zombies who only want one thing you hear the plip plap and scraping of bare feat walking and dragging across the tile floor in the room next to you, then she makes it into the room with you and looks straight at you with her dead lifeless eyes from behind your makeshift barricade of loos shelving and the counter you see a freshly turned woman barely dressed trying to get to you
Y-You're trying t-to eat my brain? i ask as i slowly back up from the barricade
Mmmm...Brains...she moans as her eyes light up slightly and she takes another step closer to you
i climb over the barrier to get to you and i look at you in your eyes Come and try to get me...
She lunges forward with inhuman speed, her decaying fingers clawing at your flesh as she tries to reach you and tear into your skull.
i dodge your attack and i get behind and suddenly i reach up to gently grab your breasts
The unexpected touch throws her off balance as she growls, flailing wildly in an attempt to dislodge your grasp on her breasts.
You have such great boobs... i reach under your dress and i start to genlty massage your breasts
Even as she continues to struggle against your grasp, the sensation sends a jolt of fading pleasure through her undead form.
as i massage your boobs, i press my crotch against you ass and i start to grind it through our clothes
The sensations are overwhelming as her dead flesh is stimulated in ways it hasn't been since before the transformation. Her struggles grow weaker and she moans softly, arching her back into your touch.
Do zombies have any sexual diseases? i ask as i continue to grin my hip against your ass and massaging your breasts
The question briefly snaps her back to her senses as she tries to focus on your words instead of the pleasure coursing through her body. It's hard for her to think clearly, but she manages a hoarse groan in response. "Diseases...?" Her voice trails off as she continues to writhe against you, barely coherent in her arousal.
Fuck... I dont think you have any illness... i continue to grind and massage you Do you have a name?
The touches send shockwaves of pleasure through her already fragile state. Her eyes begin to roll back in her head and she moans softly as the memories of who she was before this hellish existence fade further into the distance. She's not sure if she has a name anymore; all that matters is this sensation, these feelings... "Mmhmm..."