I woke up when the sun had crept barely above the rooftops, the first sensation an incredible stiffness from sleeping on the concrete floor. I slowly stretched, scratching my back and rubbing an arm that had fallen asleep, trying to get my circulation going. I was hungry, and would kill for a toothbrush.
When I looked around, I could see Rebekka standing at the end of the roof, looking down. Her hands rested on her sweet round hips and her legs were slightly spread. Her dark brown skin shimmered golden where the sunrays hit it and her black curly hair seemed even darker in contrast. "Mistress," she said when she heard me stir, turning around to face me.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm up," I said. She wore the scimitar on the belt around her naked waist and the gun holster stretched across the open red blouse that barely covered her massive tits. I rubbed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. The streets and houses seemed silent, I couldn't hear any zombies or any other noise around.
"You think we can go and get my stuff back?" I asked her. She smiled. "You lead the way, Mistress," she replied, picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. I slowly got up, straightening my blouse and pulling up the green jogging pants that started to show dirty spots all over them, which gave them a slight camouflaged appearance, if I was generous with myself.
Quietly we snuck back down from the roof, this time using the staircase. Rebekka kept her hand at the hilt of the sword at all time, ready to charge if necessary. I tried to remember which apartment we had been to. A broken-down door finally gave it away and to my relief, I found my backpack where I had left it next to the sofa.
I pulled out the map and spread it across the side table, trying to find out where we were and what the best way to the river would be. Meanwhile, Rebekka went from room to room to make sure there weren't any zombies left behind that could bother us. Just as I thought I had found the street we were on, I could hear a yell, and the noise of a struggle from the next room.
I quickly got up and hurried there, stumbling over some clothes that were strewn across the floor. When I finally arrived, I saw Rebekka laying on her back on the floor with a heavy, tall man on top of her. He was tanned and muscular, and looked human except for his facial expression, which was twisted in anger and rage, baring his teeth as he was drooling down on her.
I stood perplexed, having completely forgotten about the gun at my side. It was the first time I had seen a zombie in action, and I was surprised at how... normal... he looked. No rotting flesh, no red eyes, nothing to give it away except... I thought I couldn't trust my own eyes. When I looked further down, I could see a monstrous, thick, long protrusion where his cock would be, much too large and thick for a normal penis. His pants looked like it had burst them open at the crotch and it violently thrusted hard inside Rebekka's black hairy cunt, raping her.
"Get him... get him off me!" she gasped, stemming against him with both arms as he thrust his hips inside her, fucking her hard and deep. I was mesmerized by the motion, and the sight of this thick, fleshy, veiny rod splitting her sweet black muff so wide that it took me a moment to react. Finally, I jumped forward and hit him with all my weight.
He fell over and Rebekka swiftly rolled around and got up from underneath him while drawing the scimitar, all in one fluid motion as if she had trained for it. Before I knew what had happened, she swung the blade, and the head of the zombie rolled slowly backwards away from its neck. My first thought was that I wondered why there was no blood, shortly followed by: "Oh my god, this is the head of someone! There's a headless zombie in this room!"
I freaked out a little and she must've noticed it by my wide eyes and surprised expression. "Quick," she said, "you'll have to help get it out of me!" Perplexed and clueless about what she meant I just stared at her. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the living room, where she sat on the table and spread her legs towards me. Thick, creamy liquid was dripping out of her gaping cunt.
"Please Mistress, get it out. I don't want to be infected!" I still stared at her wide eyed and confused, but somehow realized she wanted me to help her get the liquid out of her. With robotic motions I bent down and closed my lips around her pussy and began to suck. A bitter, thick gelatinous liquid filled my mouth, its taste tart and harsh. "Gaaahh," I gasped as I sputtered it out, letting it drip to the floor. More sucking, more spitting, and after a while no more liquid would come out of it, her pussy tasting again like the feminine sweaty muff that I remembered.
"What. The. Fuck?" I finally stammered.
Rebekka looked at me incredulously. "Didn't you know?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Know what? I've stayed away from these fuckers all this time. I had no clue what they do."
She raised her eyebrows. "They try to infect you any way they can. It's... I think it's transmitted through body fluids, either sexually, orally or... I don't know. And they get these weird... protrusions that they try to fuck you with. Maybe that's the easiest way to infect you, or maybe it just increases all natural urges and they're raging fuck monsters, I don't know."
"Bah," I said, sticking out my tongue. "And that's what I get for breakfast?"
She smiled with her big, wide lips and looked down at the curly, thick hair above her pussy. "I could help you wash it all out..." she offered quietly.
I smirked, pursing my lips and finally placed them on her soft, damp labia, kissing her gently. "You might have to," I replied, "that's an order."
I opened my mouth wide in front of her piss hole as she reached between her legs, pulling her labia aside and aiming a thick hot stream of pee straight at it. I felt it hit my throat and fill my mouth with the harsh, strong, tart taste of her morning urine. I gargled and rinsed, spitting some back at her pussy and then swallowing a few gulps before I let the rest of it run down my throat and onto my tits, staining my white blouse yellow.
We finished our morning routine, brushing our teeth with a little bit of drinking water and eating the rest of the peaches for breakfast before we packed our things and headed out, filling our backpacks with all the supplies we could carry from the apartment. Going cautiously down the streets, Rebekka was moving cat-like and quiet next to me as I felt even more clumsy and heavy as usual, trying to keep up with our position on the map while she kept a look out for zombies.
The streets were cramped with cars, many of which had trapped zombies inside but most had been burst open from the insides and its previous drivers were now shambling along the lines of cars, looking for victims. We avoided most of them, trying to keep out of sight and to the shadows until we ran into a jam. Several cars had run into each other, creating a barrier of steel and glass across the street. Unless we wanted to take a detour of a few blocks, we would have to climb across it.
