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

She crouches and tends to the bonfire she has made to keep herself affectionate for the night, she was aware it wasn't the voguish move to add any attention to her location but she didn't want to distribute with the encroaching cold.

The fire illuminates her lenient characteristic ; her gilt hair tied neatly in a bun, light blue eyes, and balmy lips.

She sighs and grabs her pot, upset by the rumbling sound that had continued to devil her for hours.

She has a thin systema skeletale and looks almost emaciated.

food for thought is a rarefied find these years, mass looted and stole most of what shops had and the utterly have devoured virtually of the wildlife, but occasionally she stumbles upon something edible.

In this face, blackberries.

She pours a smattering into her oral fissure and savors the taste.

This consequence of temporary relaxation is something she yearned for, peace from all the chaos, fighting, and running away.

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

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

More footsteps make their approach.

She felt an icy cold tactual sensation of panic drop from her centre 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 alone, so she decides to make 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 monsters continue to follow not far behind.

Her body ache with fatigue from sprinting so far and her sinew start to bite and shiver from weakness.

Her metrical foot collar hold of a fallen branch, sending her to the ground and temporarily knocking the wind out of her and causing her to pretermit her gun.

"No !"

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

The color in her expression disappears, she tries to ferment around and get back on her human foot to flee but a cold firm hand grasps her ankle.

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

bout run down her font until her vision is blurred

In a desperate attempt to turn tail, she kicks the zombi, freeing her from his grasp.

III more of his kind approach her and pin her arms down to the ground, one spreads her shaking legs and another covers her backtalk to forbid her from screaming, she tries to take hold of 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 drawers are unzipped and pulled down to her ankles.

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

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

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

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

The living dead removes his hand from her mouth to join in on the fun his acquaintance was having with her tits, slapping them and biting them.

A frigidity pounding cock sliding board into her pussycat, it's quite big.

Her heart widen as she's forced to endure just how big his cock is.

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

Her soundbox ached from trying to escape and had no muscularity left to resist or sputter, not that she would be successful if she tried.

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

The look of his icy lips kissing down her torso, her nipples and tits being fondled, and slit being filled up by his throbbing cock.

It's all too very much for her trunk to handle, she's never been more frightened in her life.

Her eyes slowly open and confirm the actualisation 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 undefended and lying there helpless for all to bask, the matter of their debase instinct, brings dread to her entire being.

A helping hand runs through her hair and pulls it upwards, lifting her head and running her mouth down the shaft of his cock.

"Open !"

Her eyes widened in horror, she had no estimation they could speak.

She was not about to resist something that could easily obliterate her, so she begrudgingly obeyed and opened her mouth wide.

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

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

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

Her pussy and mouth were both being ravished, a whine barely escaped her oral cavity but was nearly silenced by his cock.

A rough squeeze play to her titty caused her to tense up.

He pulls her head in closer to the base of his pecker, causing her to gag once more and holds it there.

A fond drizzle of cum pelage her backtalk and throat

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

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

She realizes she has no option and swallows.

To even recollect that swallowing would be an option given to her made her feeling like an idiot.

He slides his cock out of her lip and scratch the rest of the dripping cum on her soft lips.

But she knew it wasn't over.

One of the undead smooching her diminutive helpless consistency stroked his stiff prick in front of her panic-stricken cheek, making her suck his orchis as he stroked himself off to her gorgeous soft nerve, leaving her covered and soaking from cum soon after.

A notion of stark mortification overwhelmed her.

They weren't done having their fun, of form, they got the perfect prey to torment and they would make surely they got dear use out of her.

The undead stopped thrusting her warm, tight slit and lied on his binding, pulling her tucker out soundbox on top of him in reversion cowgirl position and grabbing her rose hip, thrusting his wet cock into her tight asshole.

"It hurts delight please please stop over !

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

His icy hands met her thigh and spread her wooden leg, revealing his desire : her quiet hairless bitch that was dripping with succus, something with which she had no control.

His cock entered her and together they pounded her and used her consistency like a toy to toss out while the others watched, looking pleased with themselves.

She had done all she could to stay condom and make sure no zombi spirit hurt her, but now all she could do was take it as they pounded her.

Their low moan sent chills 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 respective ft away, leaving her covered in dirt and cum before they left.

All she could do is wonder not if, but when, she would go one of them .