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

She crouches and tends to the bonfire she has made to keep herself warm up for the Nox, she was mindful it wasn't the smartest motion to bring any attending to her location but she didn't want to handle with the encroaching cold.

The fire illuminates her soft feature ; her golden tomentum tied neatly in a bun, illume naughty optic, and soft lips.

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

She has a tenuous chassis and looks almost emaciated.

Food is a uncommon find these day, people looted and stole most of what shops had and the dead have devoured most of the wildlife, but occasionally she stumbles upon something edible.

In this type, blackberries.

She pours a fistful into her mouth and flavor the taste.

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

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

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

Thomas More footstep make their approach.

She felt an icy cold feeling of panic drop from her warmness 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 take a crap 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 fiend continue to follow not far behind.

Her body aching with fatigue duty from sprinting so far and her muscles start to burn and thrill from weakness.

Her foundation gimmick hold of a fallen outgrowth, sending her to the dry land and temporarily knocking the current of air out of her and causing her to drop 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 colouring material in her face disappears, she tries to release around and get back on her feet to flee but a inhuman firm hand grasps her ankle.

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

weeping run down her face until her vision is blurred

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

triplet More of his kind advance her and pin her blazonry down to the reason, one spreads her trembling pegleg and another covers her sassing to prevent 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 react to what's happening, her pants are unzipped and pulled down to her ankles.

One of the animate being unzips her jacket and feel her up underneath her tank top, pulling it down to disclose her breasts.

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

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

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

The zombie spirit removes his hired hand from her mouthpiece to link up in on the fun his friend was having with her titty, slapping them and biting them.

A dusty pounding prick slide into her twat, it's quite big.

Her oculus widen as she's forced to endure just how big his shaft is.

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

Her body ached from trying to break loose and had no vitality left to resist or struggle, not that she would be successful if she tried.

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

The feeling of his icy lips kissing down her trunk, her nipples and boob being fondled, and twat being filled up by his throbbing cock.

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

Her centre slowly open and confirm the realization of what's happening to her.

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

Until she sees another ghoulish man attack slowly.

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

A hand runs through her hair's-breadth and pulls it upwards, lifting her head and running her rim down the quill of his cock.

"Open !"

Her heart widened in horror, she had no idea they could speak.

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

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

He grabbed the back of her head word 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 backtalk were both being ravished, a whimper barely escaped her back talk but was nearly silenced by his cock.

A rough squeeze to her breasts caused her to strain up.

He pulls her head in closer to the nucleotide of his shaft, causing her to gag once Thomas More and holds it there.

A affectionate drizzle of cum coats her mouth and throat

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

But his grip only tightens, his E. B. White heart look down at her with a cruel signified of satisfaction.

She realizes she has no choice and swallows.

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

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

But she knew it wasn't over.

One of the undead snuggling her petite helpless body stroked his stiff cock in front of her terrified face, making her sucking his balls as he stroked himself off to her gorgeous soft facial expression, leaving her covered and soaking from cum soon after.

A feeling of consummate humiliation overwhelmed her.

They weren't done having their fun, of row, they got the pure prey to torment and they would make sure enough they got adept use out of her.

The undead stopped thrusting her warm, fast cunt and lied on his dorsum, pulling her fagged trunk on top of him in black eye cowgirl position and grabbing her hip joint, thrusting his wet cock into her sozzled asshole.

"It hurts delight delight please stop !

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

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

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

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

Their low groan sent chills down her spine.

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

He pulled his turncock 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 wonder not if, but when, she would become one of them .