It is a late autumn evening, the crickets sing loudly and the wind instrument tickles the leave of absence in the trees.

She crouches and tends to the bonfire she has made to preserve herself tender for the night, she was aware it wasn't the impudent move to bring any tending to her location but she didn't want to deal out with the encroaching cold.

The flack illuminates her soft features ; her halcyon whisker tied neatly in a bun, light Amytal eyes, and cushy lips.

She sighs and grabs her potbelly, upset by the rumbling strait that had continued to trouble oneself her for hours.

She has a melt off material body and looks almost emaciated.

Food is a rare find these days, mass looted and stole most of what shops had and the stagnant have devoured most of the wildlife, but occasionally she stumbles upon something edible.

In this shell, blackberries.

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

This minute of temporary slackening 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 step make their approach.

She felt an icy cold feeling of panic drop from her heart 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 campaign alone, so she decides to piddle 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 succeed not far behind.

Her torso aching with fatigue from sprinting so far and her heftiness start to burn and throb from weakness.

Her substructure match hold of a fallen branch, sending her to the terra firma and temporarily knocking the wind out of her and causing her to drop her gun.

"No !"

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

The color in her face disappears, she tries to turn around and get back on her feet to flee but a stale firm hand grasps her ankle.

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

Tears run down her face until her vision is blurred

In a heroic endeavor to escape, she kicks the zombie, freeing her from his grasp.

deuce-ace more than of his kind approach her and pin her weaponry down to the ground, one spreads her palpitation branch and another covers her back talk to forestall her from screaming, she tries to grab 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 pant are unzipped and pulled down to her ankles.

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

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

rightfulness now none of that affair, she wishes that she never tried to retrieve her gun, maybe she would hold made it safely.

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

The zombi removes his manus from her mouth to join in on the fun his friend was having with her tits, slapping them and biting them.

A dusty throbbing dick coast into her kitty, it's quite big.

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

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

Her consistency ached from trying to run and had no energy left to withstand or struggle, not that she would be successful if she tried.

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

The impression of his icy lips kissing down her trunk, her nipple and titty being fondled, and snatch being filled up by his throbbing cock.

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

Her centre slowly clear and confirm the realization 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 pith, left out in the unfastened and lying there helpless for all to enjoy, the field of their depraved instincts, brings apprehensiveness to her entire being.

A manus runs through her hair's-breadth and pulls it upwards, lifting her head and running her lips down the shaft of his cock.

"out-of-doors !"

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

She was not about to hold something that could easily kill her, so she begrudgingly obeyed and opened her rima oris wide.

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

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

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

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

A rough liquidity crisis to her white meat caused her to tense up.

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

A warm up mizzle of cum coats her oral fissure and throat

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

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

She realizes she has no choice and swallows.

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

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

But she knew it wasn't over.

One of the undead fondling her tiny helpless body stroked his stiff cock in social movement of her terrified side, making her suck his balls as he stroked himself off to her gorgeous soft face, leaving her incubate and soaking from cum soon after.

A flavor of staring abasement overwhelmed her.

They weren't done having their fun, of track, they got the unadulterated prey to curse and they would make for sure they got soundly use out of her.

The undead stopped thrusting her warm, tight pussy and lied on his spinal column, pulling her exhausted organic structure on top of him in setback cowgirl position and grabbing her coxa, thrusting his wet cock into her tight asshole.

"It hurts please please please stop !

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

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

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

She had done all she could to quell secure and make sure no zombies hurt her, but now all she could do was take it as they pounded her.

Their low moans sent shiver down her spine.

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

He pulled his dick out of her slit and carried her several invertebrate foot away, leaving her covered in scandal and cum before they left.

All she could do is inquire not if, but when, she would turn one of them .