As it turns out my dad wasn't delusional after all. He prepared for this moment his whole life which explains why he hasnt been around. Days turned into weeks of scavenging and hiding from the undead. I took shelter in a isolated cabin, far from civilization, after everything went to shit. Endless weeks of solitude and despair, the absence of companionship left its mark. I was consumed with a primal urge, driving me to the brink of madness.
It didnt occur to me as time passed, my sanity spiraled downward. There was no line stating what was right and what was wrong. Overtime it was indistinguishable. Ive become a empty shell of the man I once was, no different from the undead.
I stumbled across an abandoned building, looked to be recently evacuated. Curiously, I went inside to see what I could salvage. Thats when a flicker of movement caught my attention. I wasnt alone. I cautiously went to investigate, seeing it was one of them. It fed on the bodies that were piled up. Observing it closely, I saw it was recently turned. Its appearance was still human. Observing the creature further, sparked an idea in my mind. I seized the opportunity to subdue and capture it, dragging it back to my cabin.
Lucky for me it ate enough to remain docile for the time being. Capturing it wasnt as simple as I expected though. It still had the strength to resist. I thought the handcuffs would hold it, but it broke out of them. I was forced to tackle it to the ground, avoiding its bite and scratch, in order to successfully contain it.
In the dim light, I shackled the creature to a restraint I previously mounted to a wall. It never occurred to me I would use it for this. It was designed as a safety measure incase I became infected. Its grunts and growls filled the air, igniting a perverse fire within me. Zombies were once a symbol of fear as the outbreak began, now this creature I see before me became an object to satisfy my sexual urges.
I stood there ogling its restless attempts to escape. I fought with my consciousness, asking myself, "What am I doing?" Am I really this desperate? The more I looked at it. It didnt occur to me the fact it was a reanimated corpse. She mustve been a schoolgirl, judging from the attire she wore. I felt myself throbbing, thinking about what she mustve been like before she turned. "Ah... fuck..." I couldnt take it anymore. My hand wasn't enough to satisfy me. And I needed to release soon.
With trembling hands, after she was sedated, I removed her skirt, revealing her lace panties. I didnt see any indications of decaying flesh. I pulled them aside staring at her slit. Its odor was intoxicating, almost unbearable to breathe within proximity. I pulled my mask up before I proceeded. I forced myself upon her restless body, struggling to escape. My actions devoid of love or affection. It was an act of deprivation, from being isolated for so long.
