It is a late fall eventide, the crickets sing loudly and the wind tickles the leaves in the trees.

She crouches and tends to the bonfire she has made to prevent herself warm for the nighttime, she was aware it wasn't the sassy motility to bring any attention to her location but she didn't want to deal with the encroaching cold.

The flack illuminates her voiced characteristic ; her golden hair tied neatly in a bun, light aristocratic eyes, and soft lips.

She sighs and grabs her tummy, upset by the rumbling sound that had continued to put out her for hours.

She has a thin frame and looks almost emaciated.

Food is a rare find these days, people looted and stole about of what store had and the dead have devoured most of the wildlife, but occasionally she stumbles upon something edible.

In this pillowcase, blackberries.

She pours a handful into her mouth and tang the taste.

This minute of irregular liberalization is something she yearned for, peace from all the chaos, fighting, and running away.

It was soon put to a arrest, however, when she heard footstep approaching near her camp.

She slowly rose from her seat, tiptoeing to get her gun.

Sir Thomas More footsteps make their approach.

She felt an icy cold opinion of panic drop from her fondness to her toes when she saw exactly what was coming : them.

The lifeless depraved monsters.

It appears there are too many of them for her to fight down alone, so she decides to urinate a run for it, she quickly picks up her bag and gun and runs as fast as she can into the forest.

She can barely see where she is going, but she continues to run as fast as she can, but the freak continue to travel along not far behind.

Her body aches with fatigue from sprinting so far and her muscularity start to bite and throb from weakness.

Her groundwork collar hold of a fallen branch, sending her to the earth and temporarily knocking the idle words out of her and causing her to drop her gun.

"No !"

She hurriedly crawls back to recover her gun, but one of the undead men kicks it away from her, just out of reach.

The colouration in her brass disappears, she tries to ferment around and get back on her feet to flee but a cold firm hand grasps her ankle.

"They're going to get me !"Her thoughts race.

Tears run down her facial expression until her vision is blurred

In a heroic attempt to scat, she kicks the snake god, freeing her from his grasp.

terzetto to a greater extent of his form approach her and pin her subdivision down to the primer, one spreads her trembling wooden leg and another covers her rima oris to forestall her from screaming, she tries to snaffle her gun but it 's too far away.

"I don't want to die.

I don't want to die."

Before she can even oppose to what's happening, her pants are unzipped and pulled down to her ankles.

One of the creatures unzips her jacket and feels her up underneath her tank top, pulling it down to expose her breasts.

She always felt self-conscious about her breast size, hers were a little diminished than her friend but they didn't seem to mind.

Right now none of that matters, she wishes that she never tried to retrieve her gun, maybe she would have made it safely.

He's rough with her breasts, his fingers squeeze tightly on her nipples.

The zombie removes his helping hand from her sass to join in on the fun his admirer was having with her titty, slapping them and biting them.

A cold-blooded throbbing dick slides into her slit, it's quite big.

Her eyes widen as she's forced to suffer just how big his cock is.

She never had anything as big as this before and she has to contain every in of it.

Her consistency ached from trying to hightail it and had no Energy Department left to resist or struggle, not that she would be successful if she tried.

She closes her eyes, too afraid to meet the gaze of the undead as they're using her.

The impression of his icy lips kissing down her torso, her nipples and mammilla being fondled, and kitty-cat being filled up by his throbbing cock.

It's all too practically for her body to handle, she's never been more frighten in her life.

Her heart slowly afford and confirm the recognition of what's happening to her.

"There's no way this could get any worse ”, she realizes.

Until she sees another ghoulish man approach slowly.

The sudden realization that she is a piece of meat, left out in the open and lying there helpless for all to enjoy, the content of their depraved instincts, brings dread to her entire being.

A hand runs through her hair and pulls it upwards, lifting her chief and running her lips down the jibe of his cock.

"outdoors !"

Her eyes widened in repulsion, she had no idea they could speak.

She was not about to defy something that could easily belt down her, so she begrudgingly obeyed and opened her sass wide.

His being unbendable cock was also quite big, though not as big as the one using her pussy.

He grabbed the back of her capitulum and slid it in quickly, gagging her almost immediately.

Her spit coating his cock and dripped from her lip down her tits.

Her snatch and rima oris were both being ravished, a whimper barely escaped her mouth but was nearly silenced by his cock.

A rough liquidity crisis to her boob caused her to tense up up.

He pulls her head in finisher to the bag of his shaft, causing her to gag once more and holds it there.

A warmly mizzle of cum coats her oral fissure and throat

"I..should expectoration ... What if I become one of them ?"she imagines the repugnance of such fate.

But his grip only tightens, his white eye look down at her with a roughshod sense of satisfaction.

She realizes she has no pick and swallows.

To even think that swallowing would be an option given to her made her feel like an idiot.

He slides his cock out of her mouth and rubs the rest of the dripping cum on her mild lips.

But she knew it wasn't over.

One of the undead fondling her diminutive helpless torso stroked his potent cock in front end of her terrified human face, making her suction his balls as he stroked himself off to her gorgeous soft face, leaving her shroud and soaking from cum soon after.

A feeling of talk humiliation overwhelmed her.

They weren't done having their fun, of course, they got the thoroughgoing fair game to torment and they would take sure they got good use out of her.

The undead stopped thrusting her warm, tight cunt and lied on his back, pulling her exhausted body on top of him in reverse cowgirl position and grabbing her hips, thrusting his wet cock into her blotto asshole.

"It hurts delight please please stop !

Please !"But he went further and harder, the other ghoulish man decided it was time to have his fun after a while of fondling.

His icy hands met her thigh and spread her pegleg, revealing his desire : her smooth hairless cunt that was dripping with juices, something with which she had no control.

His tool entered her and together they pounded her and used her body like a toy to fling while the others watched, looking pleased with themselves.

She had done all she could to stay on safe and wee-wee sure no zombies hurt her, but now all she could do was take it as they pounded her.

Their low moans sent thrill down her spine.

Her pussy and ass were covered in cum, dripping out of her down her ass and thighs.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and carried her several feet away, leaving her covered in dirt and cum before they left.

All she could do is enquire not if, but when, she would become one of them .