The car sputtered to a stop and the engine cut off. She tried to start it but the motor cranked over and over. She hit the steering wheel and looked around the street. She picked up her cell and had no service. She tried to start it and kept going till the battery drained and the car slowly die completely. She knew she was lost in the town and had to get home. She pulled out her mace and decided she had to walk to a gas station.
She opened the door and got out. The wind was blowing hard as a storm rolled in. She adjusted her tight, black, mini skirt and tight tank top. She closed the door and locked up the Mercedes as she walked away in search of a phone. She didn't know where she was or what was in store for her as she walked down the cracked sidewalk.
She was a reporter and was doing a piece on the toxic waste being dumped outside the town. She had her laptop in her bag and kept it close as she walked. The town seemed deserted and too quiet. She looked at all the boarded up buildings and got a few pictures of them for the piece. She turned the corner and found the gas station. She smiled and walked faster.
She heard a noise and turned as a rock hit her in the head. She cried and fell to her little ass. She looked as a man in tattered clothes was approaching her slow. He groaned and threw another one and it hit her chest, winding her skinny body. She breathed hard and got up as another man stood close. She realized they were dead and wanting her. Zombies had over ran the small town and these two wanted the blonde reporter.
She ran across the road as they followed her bouncing tits and nice ass. She got to the station and ran inside. She tripped and fell to her stomach as she saw feet. She looked up as he smiled down at her. The gas station owner was a zombie and had his hard on exposed!
