Dead Friends... with Benefits?

Hello! Ironically, I find lack of undead or zombie based erotic stories disturbing, so I decided to write one myself. I apologized for the poor quality of the writing. This is just a spur of the moment rewrite of something I had written in the past that is unedited and just going with the flow. Thank you!

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Part 1 - The Encounter

For Victoria, it was just another day in the life. Gloom seemed to be the usual mood ever since her best friend, Gabby, had died in a car accident last year. Of course, when it was one of the only people in school that you could trust, what more do you have left? Victoria was just sort of neutral, not quite popular, but not exactly an introvert either. She just sort of lifted her head and faked a smile every once in a while in order to get through the crowd.

It was usually 4pm when she got out of her last class and began to make her thirty-minute walk home. However, she usually always took a detour through the Riverside County Graveyard on her way home. There was something peaceful and calming about it, as if she was closer to death, and in turn, closer to Gabby. How ironic was it that she felt closer to the dead than to the living? It made sense, she was never very fond of people.

As she walked toward the cemetery gates, she thought about everybody who had tried to make relations with her, people who lacked any genuine intentions. She was attractive, but had no interest in the boneheads that passed for boys in this city. She was 5'2, fairly slender and petite with long black hair, green eyes, and 34C breasts. So she understood why she was sought after, she just wanted more than a material connection. She longed for a connection that transcended physical limits. Perhaps that was her obsession with graveyards. She felt connected to death in some intimate sense.

She sighed as she reached the gates and entered the graveyard. She loved the way the stones had such symmetry and order. How ironic that a graveyard, death, something often compared to despair had such peace and tranquility. The way the setting sun's rays glistened off of the granite headstones as if they were beckoning her.

Tonight, she stayed longer than she usually did. It was the anniversary of Gabby's death, and she laid against a half dead tree buried in thought about life, and what it meant. She felt like a coward, though. Gabby was buried in another cemetery, but Victoria did not have the courage to visit it and look at the tombstone. If she did, she felt like the flimsy tape holding her pieces together would come crashing down.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint scratching sound in the morgue a few feet from the dying tree she was resting against. However, she quickly dismissed it. She was not a superstitious person, and did not believe in the things that most people did. Ghosts, zombies, ghouls, they were all irrelevant to her and her life. However, the persistent scratching continued, and soon her skeptical nature faded into a whisper of concern.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she got up and began to head back. It was now 7pm and it was getting dark, which seemed like reason enough to head home. As she walked on the small beaten path toward the gate, she was surprised to see a large group of people walking from the gate, which she found odd that she did not hear them through all of the silence. However, fear began to well up within her chest as she got closer. They were acting strangely. Dragging their feet, slightly tattered clothes. It was not until she put two and two together and realized the situation that she was in. They were undead, zombies, and that slight fear turned into terror.

She turned around and attempted to run away only to be met with another wall of dead. Everywhere she turned, there they were. Dozens upon dozens of rotting corpses slowly inching their way toward her. "This is it", she thought. She sucked up her fear and accepted her fate. However, as soon as they were about 10 feet from her, they all stopped and just stared curiously at her.

She felt a strange calmness wash over her, and she got up, still trembling, wondering why she was not being eaten alive. The front most zombie then opened his mouth and spoke. "Hello, young one" he said, "we have noticed you often in our graveyard, and you seem quite troubled."

Victoria could not believe her ears. She had to be dreaming. A zombie was speaking to her, and she was not being devoured like in the movies. "H-hello", she said reluctantly."

He inched closer to her "There is nothing to fear, young one," he said, "we will not harm you, we are simply lost souls that never found their way to salvation."

Victoria relaxed slightly and allowed him to move closer. She cowered slightly as she felt his cool hand rest on her shoulder, the rotting flesh had a slightly slimy feel to it. However, her body had decided that there was no real danger, and her regular functioning returned as she came back to her wits. She looked at the zombie that was now comforting her in the eyes, and saw a faint flicker of emotion. She let out a small smile, "Sorry for my reaction... it isn't every day that us humans see zombies", she explained apologetically.

"Not to worry" he replied, "it was to be expected. We just became concerned with your apparent suffering."

Victoria's smile grew even bigger. She had never been cared for by a complete stranger, let alone a dead one. Not even her own parents had a tenderness for her. In fact, they probably do not even care that she is not even home yet. She sat down on a nearby tombstone and just unloaded on her new undead therapists. Explained her troubles with her deceased friend, people at school, guys, parents, everything. She did not even know if this was real, nor did she even care. This moment was so surreal that everything seemed to truly wash away, she took comfort in her new dead friends.