My cousin was supposed to be with his security partner, Grace, but both of them were gone. I had only slept for an hour and a half. What the hell would have happened that led to this?!
I spotted the hammer that Grace was holding earlier alone on the floor, and picked it up. I clutched the shaft, having some sort of weapon against the zombies. Although, I was more concerned about finding them than getting attacked. I've dealt with this many times, and I could do it again. But whether they could handle it was something best left unanswered.
I could hear the zombies growling far away. The slapping had gotten louder too. Could it be that Jace was over there? I didn't want to think about it, but I had to find out.
I approached the male zombie that had its back turned to me. He was at the bottom of a broken escalator, buried deep in the guts of a woman who must've been the one screaming for help earlier. She was the only human in the area. Her screams had died down by the time I arrived.
I could see the zombie clutching her thighs while he fucked her. His decaying dick pressed so deeply inside her cunt, I could hear the squelching of their cum every time they reconnected. How the undead's appendages remain intact from such rough thrusting is thanks to the virus alone and not having their flesh rot away for hours upon hours.
The woman's moans were choppy and quick with this creature trying to screw a deeper hole inside her body. She was laying there, taking in the pain, but I wasn't going to let her suffer anymore. I prepared my hammer, raised it up high and caved in the zombie's skull. Two more beatings and he went down, slipping his cock out from the woman. The undead gurgled on the floor and that made me want to hit him again, but he had to be dead permanently. It was just a reflex, but I had never seen that happen before.
Normally, these things would just die, not make any noises...and they didn't look like this either...The undead would all be purple with dark veins showing all over- like a human-sized alien penis. But, this creature was white. Snow white, like he had been caked in flour...and the veins were still there but not dark. You couldn't tell unless you got a closer look like I did. The strangest thing though? I looked at his dick, and it was still hard. 20-inches of man meat throbbing and squirting out cum post-mortem. He shot so high, it almost hit my cheek.
I banged on the supernatural dick and made a dent. Just a small dent. Was this thing made of metal? I got it to stop cumming at least, so that was good enough for me. There was someone else I needed to pay attention to anyway.
I rushed over to the woman. Her body was mangled. The shirt she had on was torn into bits, and if she was wearing a bra then it was nowhere to be found. She was topless with cum drying on her nipples and the bottom of her was even more ruined. Cum bubbled past her swollen pussy lips and sank into her crack. Her pants were gone too, but the panties stayed dangling on one ankle. Even with that, her looking so messy wasn't what shocked me. It was who she was that had me really disturbed.
She was tall, wavy shoulder-length hair, with large hips and small breasts; the nipples were scraped by the zombie's teeth. Without the bruises, her skin was a creamy mocha color. She was muscular too, more than the average woman. Could she have been a fighter like Morgan?
"Grant..." she groaned. She started saying words that I didn't understand.
"Ceiling...others...fast..."
She started coughing after that. A speck of blood shot out her throat and her skin was becoming paler. The rapidness of her color fading was the first sign of something I've seen many times before: death by zombie sex.
If you were fucked by a zombie and didn't survive, first your skin will grow pale. Then, your eyes will turn black and lastly...well...death. Not much is known about the science behind why it happens this way, I've just noticed the pattern with every victim I've come across. They suck more than just your semen, but your entire life force.
Knowing that, I had to rush for information.
"What's going on?!" was my first question, then I asked, "Who are you and where's everyone else?!"
Her eyes cracked open, revealing her dark brown eyes.
"Huh..." she mumbled, "Grant?"
Hearing her say that name again, it gave me a bigger picture of the trouble I have woken up to. She nor this Grant person was a member of our group, and we were supposed to be the only ones staying in this abandoned shopping mall. Which has to mean we were infiltrated.
"Yes, I'm here," I told her, playing into her delusion, "Where are the others?"
"Others...ceiling," she hacked up blood on the escalator step. I couldn't imagine how painful it must've been to be fucked on that thing.
"They went to the ceiling?"
"Don't worry..." she said, "I'm okay..."
She coughed a few more times. I guessed that she had just about a minute left before the virus claimed her soul, and who knows how much time I would have if I stayed here in the middle of a possible takeover.
"Grant!" she gasped.
"Yes?"
Her eyes watered, changing into pitch black.
"I love you..."
I know it wasn't meant for me, but hearing such affection come from this woman made my heart ache. It's been such a long time since I've heard those words.
I examined her body again, how defiled she was. This was normal for me. She was one of many casualties to this apocalypse. I've left all of the previous ones behind to die. I had no choice, and even if I did, there was no point. They were dead the moment they fucked those freaks, and it was a fool's decision to try and comfort them while trying to save your own ass.
But at this moment, with her and I alone, I had changed my mind. If she could keep her humanity at the brink of death, then I could offer more in exchange.
I carefully lifted her body off the escalator and laid her down on the floor far away from the zombie I killed. I brushed her bangs away from her sweaty forehead and grabbed her hand, and when I squeezed it, I heard noises from above. Sounded like a huge struggle, and then Grace's voice screamed.
She was alive, but in danger. Maybe she was with the others, and I'd be able to save them from whatever happened here.
"Stay..." the woman moaned, "They need you..."
It sounded like she was talking to me, but it sounds like she came here with a group, so I'm positive she still thought I was Grant. Even so, her words contradicted herself. Maybe she was just as confused on what to do as I was.
Stay with a dying person in their final moments, or try to save people fighting for their lives? The answer seemed obvious, but when you're thrusted into this, going through with what you think is right isn't easy.
A few other people could be heard grunting upstairs too. I had to get to my people.
"Remember the tree..." the lady smiled weakly, "fun right?"
At this point, she was grasping at anything to keep me around. I could tell she was having her own battle against death. I needed to leave her alone and run, but something told me not to. Not this time.
I chuckled, "Yeah, that tree was fun..."
"We'll do it again?"
