The zombie crisis had swept the city and had claimed many lives. The zombies were known for being horny and fucking women before they devoured them. Some women escaped before they were turned into a zombie meal. She walked alone through the woods towards a safe house she heard about from others that had survived.
Bree walked quietly through the trees and brush as she went on. She came to a dirt road and looked around as she pulled a gun from her shorts waistline. She knew there were houses around and figured zombies would be there also.
She walked fast as her eyes darted around watching everything. Bree came to a house and hid in the brush as she looked around for a zombie. She didn't see any and ran towards the house as fast as she could. She jumped onto the porch and opened the door. It creaked open as she walked into the old farmhouse.
She entered the house with her gun in her hand. The living room was still as it was when the people left. Bree walked into the kitchen and then searched the rest of the house. No signs of any zombies as she flipped a light switch and the light came on. She smiled as she walked into a room that had teenage girl items sitting around. She opened the closet up and went through the clothes. She wore junior clothing since she was petite and was only twenty herself, fresh from the teen years.
Bree picked out a tank top and shorts. She walked down the hallway and found the bathroom. She put the clothes down and stopped, she walked down and locked the doors and windows. She walked back up and took her tattered and torn tee shirt off. Her shorts dropped to her ankles, she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. The shower water was warm as she climbed in and used the soap that was left. She washed her red hair as she smiled as the scent of the shampoo reminded her of before the infection. She let the warm water rinse the soap off her lightly tanned skin. Bree scrubbed the dirt off as it ran down the drain. She finished and dried off. She wiggled around as she pulled up the tight fitting shorts. She put a pink bra on and then the tank top that was a size too small, but fit. She walked down the hall and downstairs to the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and found a cold soda. Not much else was in there. She opened the freezer and found some frozen meals. She smiled and picked out a couple. She made them in the microwave as she waited her stomach growled, it had been a day since she ate and it wasn't nothing filling.