Author's Note: Please comment or vote with your honest opinions. Big shout out to my editor zoyiab for doing a very professional job, thankyou. (And to my friends that gave me the support I needed to finish this!)

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I watched as her skilled lips wrapped around his big, rigid cock. He threw back his head, gritting his teeth together in muffled pleasure. Through the dim light I could see her working her head back and forth, and could just about hear her soft moans, stimulating him with her voice. He reached down and twined his fingers through her hair as she took him deeper, filling the room with the wet sounds of his throbbing member hitting the back of her throat.

He looked like he was going to cum, and a sly smile crept onto my face as I watched her expertly grip him firmly, forcing him down from the brink. She did this several times, bobbing her head up and down on his cock and massaging him with her tongue, bringing him so close to climaxing before gripping him again. It was fascinating to watch.

Finally she released him, burying him deep into her throat as he exploded. She slurped down his cum as he blasted again and again, but not even her obvious skills were enough to stop his semen from dribbling down her chin. She licked it all up, cleaning his dick of his seed and swallowing it all down.

The couple dressed swiftly and left the storage room and I was free to move around once more. Private moments are so precious nowadays and I hadn't wanted to disturb them. I waited a few more minutes before grabbing a bottle of water from the shelf and heading back out onto the crowded floor.

People were huddled together, what was left of their meagre possessions gathered around them. I returned to my place against one wall, sitting down beside my bag and continued to watch the crowd. Heavily armed men casually strolled through the people, drawing a few vague smiles.

I snuck a small mirror and some foundation out of my purse. Make-up was a luxury and not something I particularly wanted to be seen with. I checked my dark brown hair, brushing it back to let it fall against my shoulders, and the lashes that framed my light brown eyes. I put a dash of the foundation on my cheeks before stashing everything back in the bag, and spotted yet another guy leering at me. His eyes obviously wandered over my curvaceous body, staring into the depth of my cleavage. He looked like he might come over, I hoped he wouldn't. It was the end of the world and the last thing I needed was to have to reject another lecherous man. Again, my thoughts wandered to my parents, praying they were ok and wishing they were with me, wishing he were with me...

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I should probably mention how it all began. We should have really seen it coming, with all the media on the subject that's out there, why weren't we more prepared?

It initiated in rural areas in Africa. A drug that was meant to cure Malaria backfired, or so the news told us. People became infected with an uncontrollable virus, the death toll was phenomenal, a devastating tragedy. Then the true horror started. The dead came back to life and infected the living, biting and clawing hungrily for their flesh. People fled the country before the quarantine fully came into effect, travelling all over the world, carriers of the disease. Apparently a scratch isn't immediately fatal, and the plagued people managed to get to a multitude of different countries before succumbing.

Country alliances broke down as governments focused on protecting their own nations, but it was all in vain as the epidemic overcame the population. Television and radio stopped soon after that, but the Internet reported the scale of the disaster. Armed shelters were installed and citizens evacuated to them with moderate success. That's where I was, in Greenville, South Carolina, with a horde of the undead on the doorstep, kept back by America's finest men and women.

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I glanced into my bag to check the other thing I didn't want people to see. My Glock .22 was still safely stored away. It was a present from my Father, he's a cop and he taught me everything I needed to know about how to use it.

Night fell on the sixth day in the shelter and I drifted off to a fitful sleep wondering just how long we could keep this up. It was still dark when I awoke, my skin felt clammy and hot as if I'd been having a nightmare but I couldn't remember it. At a guess I would have said it was early hours in the morning, everyone was still asleep or at least trying to doze.

I gathered up my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and made my way over the bodies of people to a door that lead out onto one of the balconies. It was lined with bored army guys, resting their rifles on the ledge, looking out over the horde of moaning zombies. The sight of such abject horror and death is an image that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

The army guys didn't take much notice of me as I stood to one side leaning against the railing. Lost in thought, I didn't see someone had joined me till he cleared his throat. I glanced at him, he had buzz cut hair, and camouflage overalls. Not that he could do much hiding but I guess it defined him as a member of the military. It was a while before he actually spoke.

"You shouldn't stay out here too long. The noise coming from that lot can do weird things to your mind..."

I nodded, keeping my expression straight. "I can take care of myself." The man had obviously not expected such a blunt reply, and became silent again. I relented a little, "Looks just like the movies." I tried to sound casual. "Someone should film this in case the world gets put back together, could make a small fortune."

The man chuckled, and shook his head. "The world won't be the same after this; no-one will give a rat's ass about movies for a long, long time." He looked across at me, trying to discreetly check me out. I could see his eyes lingering on certain areas of my body. He moved a little closer. "My name's Michael by the way." He said softly.

Perhaps he thought a girl like me would melt for a man in uniform, especially in these circumstances. It was time to put my game-face back on. Our eyes met as I wanted to gauge his reaction to my next question, "So tell me, do we have our collective asses to the wall or do you guys have a backup plan if this all goes to shit?"

Ok it was quite aggressive I'll admit, and he certainly wasn't expecting it from someone like me. Bless him; he looked a little crestfallen as if I'd dashed his hopes of something interesting and magical happening between us. Then his expression hardened and he turned away to look out at the zombies once more.

"I think you should go back inside now ma'am. If the time comes, then we'll evacuate everyone out through an underground network that comes out a couple miles from here in the centre of the town."

I examined the would-be hero and the hard barrier I was trying to put up cracked a little. My heart wasn't made of stone after all. Nodding slowly, I flashed him a grateful smile and turned away from the railing. "Good luck." I said quietly, walking towards the door back to the hall.

So, underground network? Sounded more like a death trap for anyone who wasn't at the front of the queue, and that wouldn't be me. I planned to be one of the first through them and with no-one to hold me back, no-one to lose; I could take off at the first sign of danger and never look back.

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It was actually evening on the seventh day that someone became too careless. He was young, boisterous and foolhardy. If you're ever in a zombie apocalypse I give you one piece of advice, don't taunt the zombies. I can't tell you exactly what happened as I was in my new position, directly opposite the stairs leading to the basement and the entrance to the underground tunnels, but I heard the screams, and the gunfire.

I strained to listen to the commands that were being shouted above the rising noise. Suddenly the front doors opened with a crash, and we all caught a glimpse of the mayhem that was the military's front line. A man fell inside to the gasping of the crowd, screaming and covered in blood. A second, armed man ran inside, took aim and fired a single shot to the bloody man's head before returning outside. It happened so fast it just about stunned everyone.

Michael came rushing down the stairs ordering everyone into the basement and as planned, I found myself at the front of the queue. The tunnel was essentially a long corridor, lit only by some grubby hanging lamps. The crowd started to run, those behind pushing those in front, fleeing the terror behind us into the unknown before us. I saw a few people trip, but there was no helping them as they were swallowed by the fearful people.

How long could they be held off for? How many people managed to get out? Were the undead right behind us? There was no way to know and nothing to do but just to keep running, never stopping...

I emerged from the tunnel out into the open, a terrifying prospect. It was dark and disorientating, but I had to move forward, had to keep going. More and more people were coming up behind me, pushing me out into the street. I drew out my gun, slotting a round into the chamber and grasping the grip tightly.

The moaning gave them away; silhouetted in the dark, about a dozen loping figures rounded the corner from the direction of the shelter. People screamed, I think even I let out a little scream as I fled, bolting down the street. Round a corner I found one of those things already feasting on a freshly caught man. I skidded to a halt, took one look and ran in a different direction. There had to be a safe place, one of the buildings perhaps? But which one?

The streets were becoming more and more crowded, and that attracted even more zombies. I knew I couldn't run forever, I had to hide. I figured if I was on my own then the zombies would be drawn off by the larger number of humans, giving me a chance to escape. Clutching my gun, I picked somewhere at random. I was on a boulevard of shops, but the darkness made it impossible to see the wares. I picked one that had the smallest amount of windows and tried the door. Locked! Of course!

I really didn't want to fire a shot; it would just alert everyone around, but I just didn't see any other option. I aimed and squeezed the trigger. I swear it echoed for miles, but I prayed the gunfire from the shelter would be more attractive than a single shot in the middle of the city. And if it wasn't, maybe being really quiet and hiding would be enough. The lock was minced, and the door swung open. I held my breath as I stepped inside, listening intently. The room beyond was pitch black. The only sound came from my beating heart pounding in my chest. I pushed the door closed behind me, putting my back to it and just stared into the darkness of the room.

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Zander always talked about how prepared he'd be, what his plans were if it ever really happened. After every episode of The Walking Dead, he'd come online and we'd talk about what the characters did wrong or how accurate everything was.

I remember everything he told me about his story, how he lost his mother to the first wave and after that his Father fell apart. As a nurse she was in the hospital when the infection broke out, and only just managed to get home before she turned. His Father put her down himself, but the pain and loss crippled him.

Zander spent the first few days living at home, executing his plan precisely. The stairs were destroyed so he could live upstairs in peace, but with no hope of rescue and his Father finally passing away, there was nothing left for him there.

He was never one to be alone though, he could never leave his friends behind no matter what. His journey took him across England, searching for them, driven by his dedication and protected by his knowledge of watching every zombie movie Hollywood has ever produced. In the trunk of his battered Ford Fiesta he carried crates of tinned food and jerry cans full of fuel. One by one, he visited his many friends across the counties of England, tackling dangerous cities full of the wandering deceased, all in the name of his heroic quest to save as many people he knew as possible...

The problem was, no matter how good Zander's intentions were, he couldn't save everyone. If you want to survive, you can't be the hero all the time, and if someone fell behind... Well, it doesn't need to be said. To survive you need to steel your heart, and Zander did just that.

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I stayed locked in that position for what must have been hours. Occasionally through the night I heard footsteps outside, some running, and some shuffling but nothing had disturbed the door, and there still weren't any sounds from inside. As light started to filter through the window, I almost leapt out of my skin at the sight of a silhouette. It wasn't moving though, a mannequin, frozen in place to display ... lingerie?

The more the sun came up, the more I could see. I almost burst out laughing as I saw what shop I'd taken refuge in. The shelves were lined with exotic sex toys of every colour and design. Racks of underwear were dotted around the shop floor as well as stands of lubes, licks, jellies, and other edibles.

I finally felt brave enough to step away from the door, feeling every muscle complain after my long stint braced against it. The door was loose since I'd blown out the mechanism, something I'd have to fix sooner rather than later.

I stepped warily across the shop floor, examining the weird and wonderful devices on the shelves. I would explore some more a bit later, first I needed to secure the building. I checked behind every stand and behind the counter as I made my way towards the door at the back. I nudged it with my foot, peering round the corner to see some stairs.

Silently I ascended, holding the gun tightly, my knuckles almost turning white. I searched each room in turn, finding it completely empty. The owners must have been evacuated long ago. The bedroom was amazingly decorated, deep reds and lush silk hangings, with a large comfy four poster bed. The bathroom was lavish; a massive bathtub dominated the room complete with bubble jets, it almost felt royal. In the kitchen things were more disappointing, with only a half stocked larder. Still it'd be enough for a while, and the water was still running. Finally there was a small study, with a laptop sitting neatly on the desk.

It was time to go to work; the doors and windows needed to be boarded up and the electricity needed to be tested. The laptop would hopefully be working, maybe the internet was still up and I could find out what's going on in the rest of the world.

I put together a simple barricade and covered the windows. It was crude, but it'd slow anything down a bit to give me a chance to escape. Fingers crossed it'd also mask the smell of fresh meat from anything outside. With a sigh, I slumped down on the bed. I could have fallen asleep right there but I forced myself to strip my clothes off. I piled the simple white blouse and blue jeans by the bed and crawled beneath the sheets, still in my black bra and panties. The bed felt amazing, and I fell asleep faster than I had in ages.

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A new day, and task number one was the laptop. Immediately upon turning it on I was bombarded with various erotic and pornographic images. Girls bent forwards over tables and counters, their fake breasts pressed against the surfaces as they took large shafts in their hot wet folds. Captivated, I flicked through them, even recognising some of the actors.

Curiously I opened the 'My Pictures' folder and found some more amateur photos. Examining them, I noticed that the settings were the bedroom and the bathroom here in the shop as well as a room I didn't recognise. The couple must be the owners. The man was rather thin and slightly toned; his hair was almost as long as the woman's. His one good feature was his massive penis, standing full and erect. The woman, however, was gorgeous; her blonde hair fell softly down her back, her breasts were large and yet looked quite real. Reluctantly I closed the photos down, wondering where they were now.

A quick browse on the internet showed that there were a lot of servers down; however there were a few still operational. The world was broken; no-where was really safe. I spent hours just surfing, desperate for any knowledge, but didn't find anything worthwhile. I closed the lid and sighed to myself.

Wandering downstairs, I walked out amongst the rails of clothing. Everything was lace, or satin or something similar. I picked a couple of items out with a soft smile, and took them into the changing room. I don't quite know why but it just seemed appropriate.

I slipped out of my clothes and examined what I'd chosen: various corsets that pushed my breasts up and together in very flattering ways, light and floaty baby dolls in different hues, matching thongs and some stockings. I paraded around in them until I picked a favourite outfit. A red and black baby doll, it's gauze like material cut up the centre and billowed around, and a small black lacy thong. Dark stockings covered my long legs completing the look.

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I sauntered around the shop in my sexy outfit, examining the shelves and giggling to myself at the more adventurous toys. I selected a few, grinning all the way as I skipped upstairs to the bedroom and closed the door behind me. It felt so naughty; my hands shook as I ripped open the packaging of my selections and slunk onto the bed.

I ran my hand across the fabric covering my chest, loving the reaction as it rubbed against my sensitive nipples. I squeezed and teased myself through the material, moving my hands over my body and stroking my skin where the silk fell away. I quickly leant forward and removed the baby doll, tossing it the floor, allowing me to squeeze and pinch my full 36D breasts. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I could feel myself getting wetter, I wouldn't be able to resist for long.

My hand travelled down my body, and I gasped as I felt my sodden mound through the thong. It was indeed very wet, soaking the material as I ground my hips against my hand. My legs were shivering uncontrollably; I couldn't sit still as I slipped my hand under the fabric. It was like I'd been electrocuted. I let out a little whimper as I stroked myself with my index finger, teasing myself a little more, my other hand continuing to play with my nipples.

I circled my clit, making myself gasp as I stimulated it, rolling over the little nub with the tips of my digits, sending little shivers up my spine. I dipped my hand back down, feeling my soft petals and coating my fingers with my arousal. Smiling to myself again, I lifted up my legs and slid the soaked underwear off, revealing my pink nethers. Some light brown chestnut hair showed evidence of the fact I'd been away from home for too long. I'd have to deal with that soon.

With the removal of all items of clothing, except the stockings which felt too good so I left them on, I was now able to easily rub my aching folds. God I needed it so bad. My legs, bent at the knee, formed a V-shape as I licked my fingers and began to slide them up and down my lips, pausing at the top to rub my hardening clit. My breathing deepened and I released quiet moans of ecstasy.

The moans got louder as I delved my fingers inside my dripping pussy, working a couple fingers in and out as my other hand roamed and caressed my body before moving down to rub at my clit in addition to pumping my fingers back and forth. Slowly I took my hand away, and focused just on my clit, rolling around on the bed as I flicked and stroked it faster and faster.
Rolling onto my side, I parted my legs and slipped my fingers inside myself again from the back, thrusting them back and forth vigorously. My eyes rolled back in my head as I suddenly came, gasping and wailing loudly as I was overcome with my release of pleasure.

My body still shaking, I stopped swiftly and grabbed one of the toys, a magic massager, switched it on and applied the large buzzing head to my clit. I exhaled sharply, grinding and bucking my body against it as the amazing feelings shot through my body.

It was amazing, but I needed to be penetrated by something. I grabbed the next toy, putting the massager down briefly to cover the silicon phallus with lube. It was big, hard and vibrated. I teased it at my tight entrance, groaning as I played it back and forth. Finally I had to give in and I slid it all the way inside me with a cry.

I powered it on, my lips forming a little O as the sudden extreme pleasure stunned me. It ground against my G-spot perfectly. I put the massager back on, and I was in heaven. I began to work the dildo back and forth, lifting up my shivering legs as I fucked myself hard with it.

I cried out over and over as it slipped in and out, bringing me ever closer to a massive climax. I lifted my ass up to meet my hand, desperately holding onto the toys as they buzzed against and inside me.

Then it happened. My back arched, and my knuckles turned white as I gripped the toys. I had to abandon them, holding onto my nethers with my bare hands as it pulsed; my body wired with every touch sending sparks across my skin.

I lay there peacefully, panting heavily...

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Naked, I strolled through to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. The afterglow was immense; I couldn't stop smiling to myself. A thud from downstairs snapped me out of my reverie. I quickly crept into the bedroom and grabbed my gun. I considered dressing again but a second loud thump told me I only had time to grab one of the bed sheets, throwing it round myself.

I snuck downstairs, carefully choosing each footstep. The banging was constant now, I had to silence it soon or it would attract attention. I stuck my head around the door and examined the shop floor but couldn't see anybody... or anything. The sound was coming from behind the counter. I peered over it, and watched the rug shake with each knock.

Gingerly, I pulled the rug away to reveal a trap door. Damn, no guesses what was in there! Still, it needed to be done. I got myself into position, and bent down to undo the latch. It burst open with my hand inches from the bolt. I flinched as it swung past my face. A slender hand, the nails covered in blood and gore flew out of the darkness and took a big handful of the bed sheet, causing me to cry out and hit the floor hard. Ok so putting that on wasn't my smartest move.

I could see it now; the undead woman heaved herself out of the hole. Her golden locks were dirty and matted. Her eyes were a glazed white, and her face was smeared with blood. She gnashed her teeth and clawed at me, trying to both move towards me and drag me towards her at the same time. I struggled with the bed sheet, trying to crawl out of it. I felt a cold hand grab my leg and I screamed. Where was my gun? It'd bounced out my hand when I fell.

I placed a fairly solid kick to the size of her head but I just succeeded in hurting my foot. The zombie was half way out and I could see she was naked too; her skin had lost the tanned look and was now a sort of mottled grey colour. I finally managed to pull the bed sheet off myself, but I couldn't shake my foot out of her grip. In fact all I achieved was pulling the zombie out of the basement. With constant kicking I was able to yank my foot free, but with surprising speed the zombie got to her feet. She pounced on me, letting out a long groan as she tried to sink her teeth in my supple flesh.

I desperately held her back by her shoulders. Her fetid breath filled my nostrils. Despite my predicament I couldn't help thinking that had she been alive, people would pay to see something like this. Her dead skin felt cold and wet against me, making me shiver when I thought about it.

Trying a trick I'd learned with my last boyfriend, I hooked my leg around hers and rolled myself on top of her. Now I could use my weight to pin her. With a push I leapt off her, but she followed with yet more surprising speed. I had to grab the first thing that came to hand, whatever that may be. As it turns out, it was a thick double ended dildo. I swung it around like a bat and it connected with a squishy thud. It must have had quite an impact as it sent the zombie woman sprawling. It gave me the time I needed to scramble for my gun, spinning around and aiming it at the zombie. My first shot missed and I cursed loudly. Taking a deep breath, I took aim once more. A feeling of calmness came over me and as she clambered to her feet my next shot hit its mark and the zombie jerked back as a hole appeared in her head. Blood spurted everywhere, and silently it fell backwards, bouncing on the edge of the trapdoor and sliding in.

Now, where was the man?

I peered over the edge of the hole, but all I could see was darkness. I had a bit of a search and found a torch under the counter and stark naked, I began to descend. The basement was like a movie set, with odd contraptions and sex machines. I found the man, half eaten, crawling around leaving a trail of blood and bits. I used two rounds to silence him.

I decided just to close and lock the basement again. I had no need to go down there, and I prayed that the smell wouldn't permeate into the rest of the building.

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I desperately needed a shower. Blood dripped off my body as well as other stuff I didn't want to think about. Plus I really wanted to try out that massive bath! I stepped into the bathroom and looked around the luxurious room. There were all manner of fragrant body washes and hair products. I selected a few that smelt nice. I even found an expensive looking razor and some gel.

Turning to the tub, I stepped inside it carefully. I quickly flicked the shower on and washed off the grunge, the water cascaded off my body, and it was invigorating. While scrubbing down I noticed a bruise beginning to form where the zombie woman had grabbed me and I was relieved her nails hadn't scratched me. I immediately felt like a whole new person, as the water washed away the thoughts and memories of what'd just happened.

After I'd had a quick wash in the hot water, I lay in the tub with the gel and shaver and removed all the hair around my pussy. I loved the feeling of being bald down there. When I was finished, I turned the large ornate taps and began to fill the tub, gently rubbing my hand across my now smooth skin. The encounter before was far from my mind as my arousal built again, my fingers slipping lower, teasing my lips.

I continued to torment my body as the water level rose. I let out a long comfortable sigh after I stopped to fiddle with the temperature to get it perfect. I felt like I could lay there for hours in that dreamy state. After a while, I decided to play with the bath controls, firing up the jets. The water started to bubble almost violently and I giggled like a horny school girl at the sensation.

My hands travelled over my wet body, feeling my hard nipples against my palms. Curiously, I moved over to one the large jets in the side of the tub, feeling just how hard the water and air was being pumped out. Positioning myself carefully, hanging my legs over the side so the jet was just inches above my pink folds, I let out a deep breath before lifting my body. I moaned loudly as the water hit me, pulsing against my mound. I shut my eyes tightly as I held myself against it, my body shuddering with pleasure.

With one hand I opened my petal lips, letting the water blow across my clit. I scrunched my face, biting my lip as wave after wave of pure bliss washed up my spine and befuddled my brain. I sat there for ages, moaning and grinding myself against the water jet.

Finally I let out a scream as I came hard, falling away from the jet to be replaced by my fingers, furiously rubbing my clit. It seemed to last forever until I couldn't bear to touch myself anymore. My legs slowly closed as I gently caressed my body, trying to catch my breath.

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The line of vehicles trundled down the road at a steady pace. Zander was sat up front, his car paving the way for the convoy behind. His co-pilot, Luke, sat beside him with an ear-to-ear grin, belting out a rock song at the top of his lungs. Zander couldn't help but share that infectious smile, but still received a thump on the arm for not joining in. The two were close; Luke was even his first stop when the outbreak started.

Finally, he gave in. "Carry on my wayward son..." he crooned, but the mood changed in an instant as a gut wrenching sound of grinding metal and a thunderous crash resounded from somewhere behind. Their smiles dropped as the convoy slammed on its breaks as one.

Zander checked his mirror. A cloud of dust obscured the road a couple cars back. The two boys shared a look and reached for their weapons, Luke hefting a heavy wood axe while Zander chose for a lighter golf club. They opened the car doors and stepped out carefully, examining the surrounding fields before turning their attention to the confusion behind them.

One of the caravans had become unhitched, dropping away from the car towing it, causing the van behind to smash into it. The resulting pile-up was fairly catastrophic, the occupants cried out in pain, trapped in the wreckages. Zander didn't like it. Obviously, they were friends and their families and he didn't wish them harm, but also they were out in the middle of no-where and this would most certainly attract attention.

While people hurried around to help the trapped and injured passengers, Zander surveyed the damage to the convoy. Two cars and the caravan would be completely out of action, which left two cars behind, and three cars ahead of the accident. Not enough space for everyone...

An alarmed shout pulled Zander's attention from the problem, and thrust him straight into another. He rounded a vehicle and joined Luke beside another to look out over the field at an approaching group of zombies. Four... Six... Ten... and more from the other side, the number rising still. Zander allowed himself a brief moment of cursing his luck before he turned and found he was surrounded by his immediate friends.

Luke was at his side of course, but he was also joined by Emma and Laura. Laura brushed her blonde fringe out of her face and scrunched her nose as she frowned. Emma's expression was also one of concern, but she wasn't looking at the approaching hoard. She was staring at Zander, as if she saw right through him.

"Stay..." she whispered, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. "They'll need your help." Zander let out a little sigh because he knew she was right, he had been thinking of just driving away. The situation was too dangerous and he would cut loose with anyone who could follow. He ground his teeth nervously and looked out over the crops. There was still time.

"Alright people! Anyone with a weapon get over here!" he called out, gathering a small group around him. "We'll split in half and we go out and meet them, use the space and don't let them get too close. Speed is your best weapon. If we wait till they come to us, we'll have our backs to the wall and no-way out. Got it?" They agreed; how easily they seemed to want to charge into danger as long as someone was leading them.

Zander let out a feral roar as he, Luke and several others began their run towards the mob, shuffling towards them, their hands stretching out, as if they only had to reach a little further. Zander swung his golf club, connecting with the head of his first victim, before he darted back, away from them again. There was no way they could keep up.

The problem was, the number of zombies increased faster than they were decreasing them, and slowly the humans were pushed backwards. Zander heard cries and swearing from his allies but he didn't let his guard down, didn't look away even for the briefest moments, but he knew he was losing them.

"Fuck this. Fall back!" he called out, putting on a sprint. As they regrouped, he could finally see their losses. Over half weren't running back, and one jogged along with long red scratches over his arms. The group came to a stop a short distance from the vehicles as they noticed him, his arm beginning to drip a red trail as he caught up.

It was Sam, an old school chum and someone dear to Zander. But it didn't matter now. He was dead, or would be within the day. No-one seemed to want to admit it though, and Sam's own expression was one of hope, but that hope flickered as he gazed upon Zander's now emotionless face.

Time slowed as Zander reached for Luke's axe, taking it with slightly shaky fingers. Sam's eyes grew wide but his feet stuck to the floor, transfixed with fear.

"I'm sorry." That's all Zander could say, over and over. "I'm ... sorry."

"Please... Zan..." Whack.

Someone screamed, and everyone assumed it was from seeing what had just happened, but as Zander turned to look over at the vehicles, he couldn't see her. He frowned, chucking the axe back to Luke as he closed the gap.

The other team had been even less fortunate, and the zombies were now closing on the cars. The woman screamed again, definitely Laura, but Zander couldn't see her, till he spotted an undead male scrabbling to get into a car. Through the window he could see flailing limbs in a vain attempt to keep it at bay. He gritted his teeth, tearing towards the scene as fast as he could. It moaned hungrily, horribly until with one massive swing of his club, Zander ended its un-life and it fell forward with a sickly sigh.

He dragged the corpse from the car and revealed Emma and Laura, tears streaming down their faces as they embraced in terror. Zander offered his hands to them but they wouldn't move from the car. He quietly closed the door and looked around, people were still fighting, but it was a fruitless battle. There was too many of them. Luke joined him and Zander quickly directed him to drive the car with the girls in it while he ducked and evaded the undead to get back to his car. The two vehicles roared to life and without a second glance, they disappeared down the road...

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Zander and his three companions reached a deserted dock on England's western coast. The mood was melancholy as no-one had managed to catch up or get in contact with them. They moved quickly and quietly, selecting an idling yacht that was just sitting in the quay. The owners must not have made it here.

It was quite large, with a few different cabins. Together they managed to get it going, and pointed in the right direction. Without a clue on whether there was enough fuel to cart everyone across they set off anyway, sailing towards America. Zander explained to his friends that despite the higher population of America, the firepower was easier to come by. Of course what he didn't mention was that he was only coming to America for one reason, and that wasn't it. There was one last person he wanted to save.

Life on board became a party when a teeming drinks cabinet was discovered. Zander was never a big drinker though and simply preferred to watch and laugh at his friends as they got drunk. He told me a story about something with which he remembered quite vividly, and described it in great detail. It was late at night after an evening of boozing and he could hear hushed voices coming from outside his cabin.

Upon investigation, his two female companions were stumbling around holding each other up. They were clearly completely sloshed, as they giggled and hushed each other.

Emma was a petite brunette with a beautifully curvy body. Her ample bosom was held back by a simple tank top, and she wore jeans that didn't quite fit, falling down to reveal the top of her ass quite nicely. Her round face grinned constantly under her intoxication; her short dark red hair glowed in the moonlight.

The other girl, Laura, was a complete contrast to Emma. She was taller and skinnier, but just as pretty with longer dirty blonde hair and small glasses framing her soft face. Her clothing was more modest as well, a buttoned blouse, dark jeans and a loose cardigan.

Together, they stumbled into Emma's cabin, and pushed the door closed. Except they didn't close the door, it simply bounced off the hinges and swung open slightly. Pausing briefly to try and think of a justifiable excuse and failing, Zander crept over.

As he pushed the door open a little more he could hear little giggles from inside the room. A dim light filled the room, causing lots of deep shadows, allowing Zander to slip in unnoticed and crouch hidden with a good view of the two girls laughing together on the bed.

Their conversation was dull from his point of view, but just when he was getting ready to sneak out again something interesting happened. It started with Laura admitting she was ticklish. Emma pounced on her, lightly poking and tickling her skin, exposing her sides as her top rose up. Laura cried out, trying to fend her off while laughing uncontrollably.

After a short scuffle, Laura managed to get the upper hand and pinned Emma down. Panting, they gazed into each other's eyes, and with her inhibitions happily suppressed with the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed, Laura gently leaned down and brushed her lips against Emma's.

Emma's expression flitted between confusion and desire, but before Laura could pull away she leant up and returned that brief kiss with one of her own. They gazed at each other once more, seemingly unsure about whether they should continue. Emma took the initiative again, leaning up to press her lips softly against Laura's. It lingered this time, both girl's eyes closed as they enjoyed their moment of naughtiness.

Except that moment grew longer and longer as they kissed again and again, the pair closing their eyes as their tongues met tentatively. It sparked the passion that grew quickly, till they were clutching at each other, pressing themselves together, grasping at each other's clothes. Laura surprised herself by being the first to pull up Emma's top, revealing smooth skin and a light blue bra. She leaned down to kiss the swells of Emma's breasts, before moving back to that enticingly sweet kiss.

The pair moved so that they were on their knees before one another, constantly kissing and touching. Emma grabbed her half pulled up top and slid it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. There were no nerves now, there was only lustful desire. Laura attacked Emma's shoulder, kissing and grazing her teeth against her skin, even as Emma pulled at her top revealing her white bra.

With a sneaky pinch, Emma had her lover's bra undone and on the floor, and drove her backwards so she could lie beside her and plant kisses along the top of her chest. Laura had small pink nipples that stood firmly, crying out to be suckled, and that's just what Emma did. She swirled her tongue around those sensitive nubs, pressing her lips around them greedily. She worked Laura into an aroused frenzy, squirming slightly under Emma's ministrations. Finally she couldn't take any more and she reached down to unclip Emma's bra too.

Emma's breasts were bigger, with much larger and darker nipples. Still, they were as hard as Laura's, and the pair kissed once more as Laura ran her hands over those beautiful globes. Cupping and squeezing till she drew a pleasurable sigh from between Emma's lips. The two gorgeous ladies took a moment to pull off each other's trousers, commenting on how sexy they thought the other's underwear was.
And Zander agreed. He couldn't believe his eyes as they travelled over his friend's bodies. Their panties were so obviously wet. The girls giggled as they too gazed at each other.

Laura straddled Emma this time, their bodies pressing together as they kissed deeply, Laura probing Emma's mouth with her tongue. Emma offered a playful suckle, pursing her lips around that pink muscle, causing both girls to break out in giggles again.

Those giggles turned to heated pants as Laura's thigh rode up between her lover's legs, pressing firmly against her sex. Emma returned the favour, letting out a little moan as the friction of her panties and Laura's thigh stimulated her body.

The pair stayed locked in that position, rocking and grinding, kissing and touching, all the while teasing. Finally, Emma slowly worked her hand down, sliding over skin, her digits questing out to find the hem of her blonde companion's underwear.

She paused as she gazed up at Laura who bit her bottom lip nervously. It seemed all the playing and teasing had sobered them up, but it was easy to tell that they both still wanted it, still craved each other's touch. Emma gradually slipped her hand beneath those panties, through the small bit of damp hair, to find the exposed lips of her partner's hot, soaked pussy.

Laura arched her back, crying out a pleasurable moan as those exploring digits slowly stroked her. Emma grinned wickedly, teasing, never quite touching Laura's sensitive nub, driving her wild with fervent lust. Suddenly Laura reached out, grabbing Emma's neck and kissing her roughly, and Emma responded by dragging her fingertips across her clit.

Laura's hips would not stop rolling against her fingers. Even as her own hands reached out for her lover, sliding down her stomach and instantly beneath that small fold of fabric. Emma gasped unexpectedly as Laura slowly invaded her, teasing and stroking before she pressed her middle finger within Emma fully.

Emma's legs quivered as those fingers pumped back and forth inside her, sending her reeling. Not willing to be outdone though, she pushed her own inside Laura, quickly joined by a second. The girl groaned as she was penetrated, her silky walls tensing, squeezing those digits. She was so wet, so hot, swimming in a world of pleasure. Emma kissed her hard, before moving to whisper in her ear, breathing lust filled words.

"I want to taste you..."

Laura's eyes widened as she fervently agreed, and the two girls parted. They quickly removed the wet underwear, which was only getting in the way, and as Laura was adjusting her glasses Emma quickly crawled on her back and pulled the slim girl over so she was straddling Emma's head. She could see those pink glistening lips, just ready and waiting for her. Laura laughed, staring down at her partner's body.

She gasped sharply, as she felt Emma's tongue sliding against her folds. She swore loudly and fell forwards onto all fours, only inches away from her partner's sex. With the intoxicating aroma of arousal filling her senses, she pressed her lips to bare thigh, trailing those little kisses up till there was no-where else to go. Laura wiggled her hips against Emma's tongue with ever increasing enthusiasm, even as her own began to lash out over her lover's nethers, a lewd moan escaping from her throat as the heat enveloped her tongue. An explosion of pleasure caused Emma a momentary pause as she involuntarily cried out.

She whispered obscenities against her flesh as she returned; flicking her tongue out over Laura's engorged clit before she allowed it to trail in achingly slow laps over her slit, only to race back up over her pearl again and again. Laura's sweet nectar danced over Emma's palette as she devoured Laura's sex with abandon.

Laura slowly rocked her hips back and forth, a slow undulating pace, hissing sharply against Emma's hot flesh. Her passion was unrelenting, trickling forth with each swipe of Emma's tongue.

"Emma!" she suddenly cried out with a gasping intake of air. She clutched at her lover's thighs as her head instinctively snapped back, her blonde locks whipping about her head and sending droplets of perspiration flying. Laura's eyes flared fully open for the briefest of moments before rolling back into her head. The simple flick of her lover's tongue was enough to send her over the edge. She savoured the moment, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she ground against Emma urgently.

It felt like an eternity as she hovered there before she finally tilted her head forward and began her assault all over again. Laura focused on her lover's sensitive bud, seeking the same result the petite girl had inflicted upon her. Hungrily she lapped, her fingers tightening upon Emma' thighs, raking against her jewel wantonly.

Emma squirmed, falling away from between her lover's legs as she could feel her own desires rising. She closed her eyes, her breath ragged, her body slowly priming for the oncoming explosion. Suddenly she erupted, screaming an endless bout of heated pleasure, her back arched as Laura rode out her climax with a feverish pace. Emma shivered uncontrollably, and yet Laura was unrelenting, lapping until the girl could take no more.

Finally they collapsed together, breathing hard, relaxing in their warm affectionate glows. Zander smiled to himself, and watched for a little longer as the girls moved to the pillow end and slipped their arms about one another, holding each other softly. Quietly, Zander slipped out and returned to his own cabin...

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I lived in the store for almost a week in my own sexual haze. I experimented and played with all kinds of toys bringing myself to countless orgasms. I rationed my food, stretching it out by eating the edibles. I wasn't sure of the nutritional value other than sugar but it seemed to keep me going for longer.

The internet finally reported on the shelter. Someone from a surprisingly good vantage point filmed the incident. The zombies running in, the flickers of light from the gunfire slowing going out one by one as the army was overcome. Then the zombies dispersed to chase after those who escaped. It was a wonder they hadn't found me, or heard my screams of pleasure for that matter.

I decided I needed to move on. My food supply was getting low and I was pressing my luck that I wouldn't be discovered. I packed my bag full of the rest of the food, my favourite outfits and some of the toys. I found some usable clothes in the bedroom wardrobe too, along with my gun and the few spare magazines I owned.

The only thing I needed now was a destination. Booting up the laptop for the last time, I looked for any safe zones being broadcast. There weren't any of course, so I chose to do what any rational person would do, and decided to travel over to High Point, North Carolina to find out if my parents were still alive.

It would take me ages to walk there so I prayed I would find a vehicle of some sort that actually worked. Slipping the straps of the bag over my shoulders, I stepped out into the morning air.

I must have looked so badass as I hurried down the deserted streets, holding my gun by my side. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it; gunfire attracted way too much attention. I kept to the backstreets, jogging along and breaking into a sprint whenever I could. Everything seemed so empty, too quiet, where were they all?

I heard them before I saw them. Rounding a corner I was presented with a view much like the balcony back at the shelter, a mall surrounded by the hungry undead. It was probably the survivors of the shelter taking refuge together in a large group, attracting the zombies, something which I had purposefully avoided by hiding by myself. This also explained why I hadn't seen many of them around the shop.

Some of them spotted me I'm sure, or smelt me or something, so I moved along rather quickly, heading towards the main highway out of the town. Most of my encounters were with individual zombies, easily avoided by being smart. They seemed to shuffle, sometimes they had good reactions if you got too close but most of the time they weren't a problem.

The further from the Mall I got, the more zombies I came across. My muscles began to ache from the constant movement. Soon I came across a huge group of them slowly ambling down the road, too many to avoid.

I briefly considered what options I had. Turning back seemed a good one, maybe another road was open but I was just as likely to run into another mob like this one. I could hear their dragging footsteps getting closer; I'd have to make my mind up soon.

With a curse under my breath I broke cover, levelling my gun as I watched the gang pick up the pace when they saw fresh meat, craving a bite of my tender flesh. There was nothing for it, I fired and hit the first one in the chest, making it fall backwards with the impact. I steadied myself, exhaled and shot off another two, one in the head and the other in the shoulder making it twist and fall.

Darting to the left, it looked like I could almost get round them. The ones I had shot, apart from the one with the hole in its head, started to get up again. Whatever I was going to do, I better do it soon. The air echoed with the cracks of my gun as I emptied the rest of the clip into the crowd, some of them finding their marks, others just taking them to the ground with the sheer force.

I sprinted hard to the right and past the thinned group. I almost cheered as I passed the last one, relief flooding through my head. I could almost hear the disappointed groans as they were denied their meal. It came out of no-where, must have been hiding in one of the front yards. Colliding with me as I ran past it took me to the ground. I could barely put my hands up in defence before it started struggling, its gaping maw inches from my face.

The male zombie was strong, growling and snarling, trying to eat me. It was all I could do to stop him, and I knew it wouldn't be long before the rest caught up. He seemed fairly fresh, being this close I could see his skin had started its decay and the rotten smell was almost making me gag. I tried to flip him like I'd done before but I couldn't quite position him right. My arms were faltering, it wouldn't be long now. My eyes welled with tears as death seemed all but inevitable.

With a sudden surge of life-preserving energy and a loud scream of defiance, I managed to rip an arm free for a fleeting moment. Just long enough to fumble around for my dropped gun and swing it with all my remaining might. It connected with the zombies head with a squish. The thing flinched, and I was able to swing again, and again, blood spurting from the increasingly bigger wound. Finally he went limp, collapsing to one side.

The others were almost on top of me. There was no time to think, I've probably never moved so fast in my life, clambering up and running hard and never once looking back.

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Zander and the group had been pretty fortunate. The yacht had been stocked with enough fuel and food to last several days, so there was plenty for the trip across the North Atlantic. They saw no-one else on that trip, which both surprised and disappointed Zander. So much death, were there really so few survivors?

They rejoiced when they saw land, until the fear started to creep back in as they got closer. They'd be back in danger, back where no-where was really safe. They travelled south down the coast at a slow pace, keeping a watchful eye on the shore. There was plenty of docking points, but there was one specific one Zander needed.

Finally, after a long journey, Zander recognised the Outer Banks, a long strip of narrow barrier islands off the shore of North Carolina, exactly where he wanted to be. He followed the islands, until they met the coast again. Miles upon miles of similar looking coast line. His companions started to believe he'd lost it, what was he looking for?

Finally, after hours of endless beach, Zander burst out with cheers of excitement. He stood on deck, pointing and jumping up and down. The others quickly joined him, Luke running to the front of the boat to look out over the landscape.

Two long rock piles funnelled the boat in towards an empty looking dock. Zander grinned as he steered the yacht in to dock, killing the engine. The sudden silence seemed eerily oppressing. Luke broke that silence as he stepped up beside his friend. "You know where we're going?" he asked, a moment of seriousness.

Zander nodded. "North Carolina emergency shelter." He offered no more explanation then that. Luke took him at his word, as he always did. A sudden smile appeared on his lips as he clasped his friend's shoulder, a wordless confirmation. As the group scanned the dock from their boat, they spied an idling bus. Zander looked to Luke, and then to the girls standing hand in hand, and grinned.

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The highway stretched out as far as I could see, completely full of idle cars. Even if I could get one of them to operate, I would never get through all the traffic blocking the road. I hitched up my bag and began down the road, keeping an eye out for any movement.

After a few exhausting hours and some more near misses, I reached the site of the accident that caused the holdup. Cars blocked the road, blood stains on the tarmac. I slotted a new clip into my gun and steadily swept the area.

I took my time, searching the nearby cars. They'd obviously been abandoned, but the drivers had annoyingly kept their keys. I spotted a red battered four-door pickup that still had an occupant, slumped forward against the steering wheel. I wasn't taking any chances and fired a shot without even opening the door. The glass shattered and the things head exploded. Now it was time to get my hands dirty...

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Zander didn't tell me much about his journey across American soil. I guess nothing exciting happened. But I can pick up his story as he arrived in Greenville, the town home to the quickly erected emergency shelter. The town was dead, but certainly not empty. The engine roared as the bus crashed over yet another corpse, the body squishing below its wheels.

"There's more and more of them!" Laura cried out from her seat beside Emma. The two clung onto their seats for dear life as Zander took a sharp corner, nearly rolling it as the tyres screeched their protest.

"We're... almost... there..." he called back to them. Then his words came true as they crested the next rise, and the large concrete building came into view. It was dark, and silent. Luke clasped Zander's shoulder tightly.

"Zander! This is a bus, not a tank. You can't hope to make it there, and look, it's a goner, a death trap... she's not there." This was the first time they'd spoken about their true purpose, Zander hadn't realised that he'd known all along. His eyes never left the road as he swerved back and forth across the road to avoid the walking dead. He gritted his teeth and finally shook his head to himself.

"Of course you're right. Let's get out of here." Luke flashed him a grin and Zander steered off the main road and onto a side street. There were less of the zombies here, so they simply trundled down the small winding residential streets. Zander sighed to himself. The shelter was so tempting, if it hadn't been raided already there would be supplies and weapons just sitting there, and maybe she was there, hiding away. The likelihood of it was though, that it'd be empty and they would be dead.

Just as they were contemplating their next move, they came round the corner and sighted a boarded up house with a large mob of the undead with their sickening moans banging and scratching on the wood.

Zander slowed the bus to a full stop. Someone had clearly drawn attention to themselves. There would be no getting rid of that horde now they had the scent of whoever it was inside there. As they sat and watched, a few zombies of the fringe of the crowd turned slowly and began to amble towards them. Zander put the bus in gear and prepared to move off but Luke put a hand on his shoulder.

"Look!"

A board that had been covering the inside of a window on the ground floor had suddenly disappeared, and a woman in a blind panic was banging the glass, screaming in fear. The sight sent chills down Zander's spine. He paused, his eyes scanning the danger, but started forward again.

Both Emma and Laura cried out in protest, scrambling up from their seat and charging up the aisle.

"You can't just move on like that!"

"We have to try and rescue her!"

"She's going to die if we don't!"

"Who else is going to save her huh?"

Zander looked at them calmly, but with a sad expression. "She could already be dead for all we know. We can't risk our lives for every person."

Luke, still holding his enigmatic smile, said very simply. "So ... what are we doing here, in America...?" Zander just looked at him and then back up to the girls, with their pleading eyes.

"Fine! But I formally protest." He stopped and stuck the bus in reverse, the loud beeping as the vehicle moved backwards started to draw the zombies attention, and the woman inside certainly heard it. When the bus was far enough back, Zander slammed it into First and stuck his foot to the floor. "Hold on!" he cried as the bus crashed through the bodies like they were bowling pins.

The vehicle came to rest in front of the open gate that led to the back of the house, and the bus doors parted with a hiss. Luke grabbed his wood axe and forged ahead, disappearing into the garden. The zombies gathered around the bus, hammering with their palms, leaving bloody smears on the glass. The girls watched them apprehensively.

Zander hefted his golf club and followed, closing the doors behind him. Several squishy thuds came from the direction Luke had gone, and by the time Zander got round there, he was already alone. He shrugged nonchalantly and stepped over a decapitated corpse to get to the back door. It hung open, swinging back on its hinges. Another chilling scream came from deeper into the house; the zombies had obviously entered this way. The two boys charged through the house, entering the front room.

A quite stunning woman was struggling with a female zombie; its blue mottled skin was almost hanging off its bones. The woman, for all her screaming, was doing well at keeping it at bay, but more of the undead lurked, shuffling toward her on all sides.

Zander and Luke let out a challenging roar as they began swinging. Luke was the first to reach the centre striking out with his axe to imbed it into the dead woman's skull. She let out a final sigh and went limp. The woman beneath crawled out, her eyes wild with fear. Luke smiled softly, but the expression fell as he looked upon a massive bleeding bite on her arm. He stepped away hurriedly, turning and joining the fight once more.

He struck out, slicing down into the shoulder of a nearby figure. The wretched thing fell back, pulling the weapon from his grip. Luke cried out in surprise as suddenly another attacked him, reaching out to pull him in. Sharp nails swiped out, a very near miss, but as it prepared for another swing, Zander was there. The golf club came down repeatedly, sending the zombie to the floor.

The two guys gave each other looks and Luke shook his head. With a sigh, Zander too glanced down at the woman. Her eyes were so full of hope, yet the boys knew there was none. The undead were closing in, there was no time.

"I'm sorry." Zander said with a dry throat. He turned and with Luke in tow, they hurried out of the house, to the sound of the woman's terror filled shrieks, only to be suddenly silenced. As they passed through the kitchen, Zander spotted a handgun resting on the side and scooped it up. The woman must have been caught unaware, trapped in her own living room. Human error... it's always human error.
The girls opened up the bus upon their return and they slumped into seats with a weary sigh. Zander keyed the ignition and pushed the bus through the horde and back onto the road. They drove in silence until Zander stopped at a line of abandoned cars, idling at a junction.

Luke eyed him quizzically, and Zander sighed. "You and the girls are going to take the bus back to the boat. I'm going on ahead. No arguments." He didn't even look at them. He stood up, leaving behind the golf club but grasping the pistol tightly. "One of these cars must be useable. This is my thing. You guys... you be safe." Luke looked like he was going to protest but Zander's expression silenced him. The doors opened and he finally met their eyes, gave them a silent nod, turned and stepped off the bus...

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The countryside was pretty much deserted. Occasionally I'd spot someone shuffling past, or there would be a vehicle in the middle of the road to skirt round. They seemed to gather in the fields, perhaps drawn by an animal carcass. I had to seriously keep my cool when the road became wooded. I knew anything could be in the road, and the trees obscured the view ahead. I slowed, better cautious then hasty.

The sun was setting slowly and it was growing dark. The trees also started to block out the dim light as the canopies grew denser. My powerful headlights illuminated the road, the trees throwing dark misshapen shadows that unsettled me. As I rounded another bend, I had to slow to a stop. Since entering this forested area I hadn't seen any signs of life, so the scene before me had me suspicious.

A white and green Sheriff car was parked up on the verge, the door hanging open and the engine quietly humming. In the middle of the road lay a dark figure, wearing simple jeans and a navy t-shirt. He wasn't moving. By his lifeless body lay a double-barrelled shotgun, the silvery steel of the barrels shined in the lights beaming from my pickup.

A short distance away was a bloody heap of zombie corpses.

Now I'm not stupid. Something was out of place here. But I'd been on the run all day, I was achy and tired and my mind was not thinking straight. All I could think of was that the shotgun would make a great addition to my arsenal. I sighed as I considered it. I could drive alongside him, lean out and grab the gun, swing round and pull up beside the car and search it for any extra ammunition. I wouldn't be too far from my escape route, and it'd minimise the danger.

Well it sounded like a good idea at the time.

Slowly, I rolled forward, the silence broken by the light crackle of my tires on the tarmac. The closer I got to the dead man, the less of a sheriff he looked. Still, it wouldn't have surprised me if this man had hijacked the car for the same reason as I wanted his shotgun. I stopped, and opened the door as quietly as I could. The figure still didn't move, not even a gentle rocking of breathing so I knew he definitely wasn't alive. That didn't mean he wouldn't get up and attack me though.

There would be no way to reach the weapon from my seat. Annoyingly, I'd have to climb out and get it. Why the hell am I doing this? I could so easily turn back now but it was so close... I swung my legs round, scanning the dark depths of the trees for signs of movement. Finding none, I slipped out of the chair, holding my pistol tightly. My heart hammered in my chest.

My feet touched the road, and I slowly bent forward, my free hand questing out for the weapon. I was inches away but I had to tear my eyes from the dark trees to find it. I grasped it tightly, a feeling of exultation coming over me as I straightened up and quickly clambered back into the car.

I couldn't believe I'd made it, I thought for sure something was going to happen. The metal was cold in my hands, heavier than I was used to. I checked it over, obviously it was unloaded but it seemed to be in good condition. I smiled to myself as I leaned over my seat to chuck the gun in the back.

I screamed.

A hand grasped my wrist painfully. A balaclava-clad man bared his teeth at me as he pulled himself from the shadows of the foot well. I struggled but his other hand tangled in my hair, wrenching my head down. He was very strong, but then I was no push over either. I shifted my weight, managing to lean over enough to use my free hand. I hit him, hard. My fist connected with his thick head, sending a jolt of pain up my arm. He grunted and fell backwards, but as I was getting my fingers on my pistol, the door opened behind me and I heard the soft click of a handgun being cocked.

I froze.

There are times in your life that making a run for it is a good idea. More often than not, you're captor will hesitate or miss the first shot, giving you a window of opportunity. I realised that this was not one of those times when the man pressed his pistol to the back of my head.

"That's far enough, girl. You hold real still now or I'll put a bullet through your skull." The man holding the gun said gruffly.

"Yeah," said the one from the backseat. "We don't want to hurt you less'n we have to."

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Zander's car had died about an hour ago, and now he trekked through the wood, a small flashlight illuminating the way. His stomach growled loudly, and he prayed nothing was nearby to hear it. The gun he'd taken had a single magazine of ten bullets, a small defence if he came across anything other than a small group.

The trees gave way to a small clearing. The stench of death hung in the air, and it terrified him. Nothing moved. Even the birds seemed to be silent, as if this place was cursed and to be avoided. Zander stepped out cautiously, sweeping the trees with the small beam of light. Something was not right, not right at all.

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I lay on my back on the damp grass, panting heavily from a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation. The barrel of the weapon I had previously thought I was liberating was now a cold reminder on my shoulder of my expected obedience. The pair stared down at me, feasting their eyes on my naked body. They had pulled me roughly from the car, marched me into a nearby clearing, dumping my belongings a short distance away and demanded I strip for them. They looked like father and son, the younger man having removed his balaclava continued to pin me to the ground with his gun.

I glanced across to the older man. Older: yes. Weaker: no. His bare chest was fairly ripped, and despite the slight touch of grey at his temples, seemed to be in peak condition. He was as unshaven as his son, and I detected a hint of madness in his eyes, but I could have mistaken it for simple hungry lust.

He dropped his trousers and boxers, and a fresh wave of fear rattled through me as I realised he intended to steal more than my food and weapons. He was already quite hard but he took a moment to stroke himself, staring unabashed at my curves. I briefly wondered what would be worse, dying a quick shotgun related death, or having to live through this dirty man taking me...

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The clearing was like a cemetery. Zander spotted spaces where the grass had been disturbed; the dirt packed tightly, graves without markings. He continued on towards the centre, each careful footstep after another. A man's face, with milky white eyes gazed up at Zander, the flesh rotted away leaving an almost skeletal face. In an odd sort of way, the man looked like he was grinning in his death, a morbid thought.

There were several of them, dead zombies, spread out around the clearing. In the centre were more figures, but they seemed... more whole, more ... human.

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I spread my legs willingly, biting my lower lip and moaning seductively. Their eyes bulged and so did their groins. I reached up to cup my breasts, the young man slowly relented the pressure on my shoulder to allow me better use of my arm. They followed the slow movement of my thumbs over my large nipples, and almost stopped breathing as I trailed my hands down over my soft skin to part my puffy lips, displaying myself lewdly for them.

No, I hadn't suddenly gained Stockholm syndrome. I was just keeping them distracted as my unlikely saviour slowly shuffled towards them. I moaned and gasped a little louder, trying my best to sound desirable while trying to cover up any sounds from the zombie moving up behind them. The older man sank to his knees between my legs, his thick shaft quivering with the anticipation he felt. He licked his dry lips, and I had to try and not shudder as he reached out and gripped my thigh tightly.

I gasped sharply. Blood squirted from the gaping wound in the older man's neck as the zombie ripped a huge chunk of muscle and flesh with its teeth. He screamed in agony and surprise, and the younger man looked up in panic, the shotgun discharging with a deafening roar but the shot was terrible, taking out the knees of both the undead and the man.

I scrambled out the way as they toppled forward, my feet kicking dirt. We could still hear the deathly screams of the bloody man, still alive, but after a bite like that he wouldn't be for long. The younger racked the slide of his shotgun and stepped over the squirming zombie. Boom -- he turned its head to mush.

He took a few steps back, his eyes on his father, grief obviously overcoming his senses. That pause cost him his prize. He snapped out of it and turned just as I was levelling my gun. He levelled his quickly, and breathing hard we stared at each other.

"Looks like we have a Mexican standoff, girl..." he panted, "Why don't you drop the gun and we can both get out of here before more of them turn up?"

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The very centre of the clearing was more revealing, literally. A lady lay on the ground completely naked; her voluptuous body still looked inviting with her head turned away like it was. Her dark hair hid her face, but a cold feeling came over Zander. He procrastinated, looking at the other forms around her. At least one of them had been shot in the head, his tackle hanging limply out of his trousers.

Zander finally had to swallow his fear and he crept towards the shapely figure in the middle. He pushed the strands of hair from her face and gasped...

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Everything was still, the silence broken only by our harsh breathing. The man before me narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his shotgun. A fire at this range wouldn't exactly be lethal with his weapon, but it'd be enough of an injury to make me easy prey. Alternatively, I could easily kill him from this distance... if I managed to hit him that is. Of course, the pair of us was all too aware that not too far away, the recently deceased father stirred. It released a soft moan of longing and agony, as it began its crawl towards us, dragging it's self across the dirt floor.

One flinch, even one cautious step could set this duel off like a firework, and the pair of us knew it. It was only a matter of time and luck. Or was it fate? The zombie could have crawled towards either of us, but maybe some kind of primal instinct drove it towards its son. The young man shook, the shotgun rattling in his hands, unsure of what to do. Then it was too late. A clammy cold hand closed round his ankle and he broke, swinging his gun around to bear on his attacker. Bang!

My pistol rocked in my hand as the bullet left the chamber, sinking into the soft gut of my would-be rapist. I grabbed up the rest of my things and ran for it, leaving him screaming, writhing in pain as his Father began to consume him. He'd rise again, and join his Father in the un-life of a zombie... if his Father didn't eat too much of him. He deserved worse.

I couldn't remember which direction the road was, let alone my car. So I resigned myself to the fact I'd be on foot, dressed myself, reloaded my gun and set off quietly through the forest. Every shadow seemed to move, reaching out through the trees to somehow claim me. Somewhere off to my right, I heard an ominous groan and I broke out into a run. Each footfall was a danger to my ankle but fear had overcome me and I couldn't help it.

I almost ran headlong into a roadside signpost. Panting hard, I tried to focus on the writing in the dim light and almost cheered. It read 'Welcome to High Point, North Access'.

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Zander didn't recognise the woman, but her face was pretty messed up. These guys had done quite the number on her, the poor girl. Zander straightened and looked around. Beside one of the bodies was a brown material sack, filled with cans of food. Jackpot. After eating his fill, Zander hefted the sack over his shoulder and moved on, leaving the clearing behind him. He reached a road, and followed it for about an hour before he came across a sign stating "Welcome to High Point, South Access".

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I arrived at a boarded up house in the middle of a sleepy residential street. The place looked undisturbed by the recent events, a private paradise. Of course every corner and shadow still remained dangerous. I couldn't let my guard down, but a tiny piece of me was filled with the excitement of seeing my family again.

I crept up the driveway and stood at the front door. It hadn't been reinforced, being quite a sturdy door in the first place. I was able to open my handbag and pull out my keys, slide them into the lock and slowly, open the door.

"Hello?" I called out in a hushed voice. Nothing moved. "Hello? It's me." There was no response. My hands trembled so much I couldn't even hold my gun properly. I closed the door behind me, plunging me into darkness until I flicked the light on. The hallway beyond was empty and, as I went from room to room, I discovered that the entire house was empty too.

My heart fell, I felt defeated and lonely. Still though, it was nice to be in familiar territory and it was pretty much safe. I wandered through to the kitchen to see what supplies I had and I spotted a piece of paper, pinned to the fridge by a magnet. My mother's scrawled handwriting covered the page and I smiled softly as I read it.

"Dear our little Angel,

If you're reading this then you've made it home safely, and we couldn't be more proud of you. We've had to take most of the food, but I left a couple of days' worth in a bag under the sink.

Your Father has been very good in defending this house but we have decided to group together with other people from his work at the station.

We're leaving soon. I have to admit I'm a little nervous.

You should come and join us as soon as you can.

We love you so much.

Mom"

I couldn't help the tear that rolled down my cheek. Another goal, and another short journey and then I'd be with them again.

My old room, the one I stayed in when I was visiting, had pretty much been left untouched. I walked around it with a fond expression before sitting on the bed. The mattress and duvet felt so good, it seemed like it'd been so long since I'd slept properly. I laid back and let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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I awoke with a gasp. It took me a few moments to take in my surroundings, and I let out a silent breath of relief. Outside, the sun was just rising, sending an orange glow about the sky. A light breeze blew through the trees on the deserted street. Something thudded downstairs and my eyes widened. Swearing under my breath, I grabbed my gun, feeling slightly reassured by its familiar grip.

The rest of the house was still dark, especially the downstairs where the windows were boarded up with thick blocks of wood. I crept out onto the landing and strained my ears. There! Another bang, coming from the hallway below me. I looked over the banister by the stairs but it was too dark. Well... would the zombie care if I turned the light on?

I gambled it, throwing the switch to illuminate the stairs. But nothing was there. I bolted down them, sliding to a stop at the bottom and aiming down the hallway. Empty too. The front door swung on its hinges, the wind knocking it against the frame. Bang. Had I really left that open? What a rookie mistake.

I quickly tiptoed over and closed the door, only for it to open again. The mechanism had jammed. How did I forget that this door sticks sometimes? I chuckle to myself as I give it the compulsory knock, unsticking it, and closing it with a sigh. I listened again, but there was no movement, no moaning of the undead. I was still safe, despite the door.

Exhausted, I decided to go back to bed. I definitely needed a few more hours sleep. So I turned and wandered back to the stairs.

"I couldn't get that door closed either." I admit it, I screamed. The fucker made me jump! I couldn't even get my gun to bear. My heart pounding in my chest, I slumped against the wall as I stared at him, standing there like the world was his. A cocky smile played across his lips as he stared back. "You'll need to fix that." He gestured to the door when I continued to give him a blank look.

"... Zander? Is that ... what are you doing here?" I asked him, stunned to the point where I couldn't actually move. He just laughed; the best sound I'd heard in months.

"I came to find you of course. It was just luck that I found you here." He stepped closer when he realised I wasn't moving. My senses filled with the hints of his deodorant, bringing back all the memories of that wonderful night we first met in person. Finally my legs seemed to regain their strength, and I crossed the gap, slipping into his open arms and embracing him.

Despite the years of talking to him online, it never compared to a simple hug. The realisation of finally not being alone sunk in and a small tear ran down my cheek, a happy tear. His arms felt so strong as they enclosed around me. I could have stood there for hours, but I was still tired. We parted slowly, and I smiled as I looked up at him.

"Let me sleep for a little longer, then you must tell me everything!"

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We talked for literally hours, just cuddling together on the bed. He told me all the details of his journey across England, the ocean and across America. I told him about my own little trip, although I neglected to tell him about what kind of shop I stayed in, and where I was going to go next. He agreed it was a good idea, but although no-one mentioned it, we both seemed content to stay here awhile.

The food would last a few days plus enough for the trip to the station. I remember we were downstairs in the kitchen, sorting the food into rations for the two of us when Zander asked if I had any more food in my bag. I shrugged and he went off to check. It only then dawned on me what I actually in had in that bag of mine and my eyes went wide. I couldn't shout to him. We'd agreed to keep our voices to a whisper; just in case anything outside could hear us. So I bolted through the house, sliding to a stop outside the bedroom.

Zander was already pawing through my bag with a bemused expression. I could only stare dumbfounded as he pulled out a large purple fake cock and shook it at me, the head wobbling back and forth. He dropped it on the bed and began to pull out the others that I'd taken from my stay in the sex shop, the magic massager, the silicon vibrator, a tiny vibrating bullet and the sexy clothes.

He didn't say anything, just simply grinned like a child in a toy store. I started to make strangled noises, trying to get my voice to explain, but he raised a hand to stop me.

"I bet... you look amazing in these." He dangled the baby doll on the end of his finger, and my cheeks came up a rosy red. I gave him a cheeky wink, turning and leaving as he began to put it all back in the bag. Seems I'd eaten all the food in there anyway.
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That evening, we decided to sleep in the same room. I guess we lied to ourselves that it was in case anything happened in the night, but really it was an excuse to be together. I tried not to watch as Zander stripped to his boxers, the meagre diet and hard exercise had caused his figure to become leaner. I'm sure he had a hard time keeping his eyes off me as I removed everything but my underwear.

We crawled under the duvet, bid each other an awkward goodnight, and turned off the light. We lay there silently; those inches apart seemed like miles. Then, tentatively, I felt his fingertips touch the back of my hand, searching for me. I smiled softly into the darkness as I entwined by fingers through his, clasping his hand. That simple touch was reassuring, but it wasn't enough for me. I rolled onto my side, moving the distance between us to press myself flush to his side. He slid an arm under my neck and I rest my head on his shoulder with a comfortable sigh. His lips pressed the top of my head as he whispered another goodnight.

Dim light shone through the curtains, waking me as it flickered against my eyelids. Sometime during the night I'd rolled off Zander and taken the duvet with me. I looked across at him, but he was on his side facing away, the skin of his arm was slightly goose bumped. Gently, I moved back, throwing the duvet over him and threading my arm under his to spoon him. The warmth made him sigh, making me unsure whether he was still asleep or not. We lay like that for what seemed like hours, his soft breathing rocking me back into a light slumber.

Eventually we woke completely, and Zander rolled to face me. His lips curled into a handsome smile as I reached up and traced the line of his jaw with a fingertip, feeling the grainy stubble on his chin. He too reached up, mimicking my actions by dragging the pad of his finger along my jaw and up to curl around my ear, drawing a light giggle as he tickled my lobe. His face grew serious as his eyes dropped to my lips, and I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do, and I welcomed it. We met in the middle, my eyes closed, lips slightly parted as we kissed. It was so tender, so full of need yet restrained. It lingered, the clock ticking away the seconds in the silent room, till we parted.

I bit my lip as he pulled away. The spark between us was like none other I'd experienced, despite the numerous first dates I embarked on. I guessed that was why he pulled away; he knew I liked a slow start, and that I had trouble finding guys who didn't jump the gun. We'd spoken about it often. But Zander filled me with a hunger I hadn't expected of myself. As he sat up and pulled himself together to get out of bed I scrabbled to my knees beside him and cupped his face. He gave me a slightly surprised look that melted as our lips connected with a long inhalation. His arms wrapped around me, one at my waist, the other behind my head as our lips spoke the silent words of the kiss.

We parted, breathless and grinning. I gave him a final peck before bouncing off the bed. He looked a little confused but he was right in some ways, I did want to take it slow, and I couldn't help leaving him wanting more. As I opened the wardrobe to fish out some fresh clothes, Zander stood to pull some of his out of his bag, and I couldn't help notice the large bulge in his boxers. He saw me staring, and unembarrassed, he simply grinned and strode from the room, probably off to the bathroom.

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That day was not uneventful. We spent the rest of the morning making sure the building was secure enough, and after a light snack we set about cleaning and checking our guns. I showed Zander a little of how to hold it and aim it. His close proximity throughout was both comforting and exciting.

We were also thrown back into reality when there was a thump from behind the barricade. It completely threw me; I guess I'd deluded myself into thinking we were that isolated. We considered leaving it to pound away, but when a second joined it, we knew we had to act. Zander dealt with it efficiently while I watched from an upstairs window. Using a kitchen knife, he silenced their moans and disposed of their bodies. I began to realise some of my independence was slipping away... and I didn't mind, that much.

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The evening came round slowly and our stomachs began to rumble. With a sly smile, Zander hurried to the kitchen first and closed the door behind him. Confused, I reached for the handle but stop short. Clearly he wanted to surprise me. I smile conspiratorially; maybe I can surprise him too.

An hour or so later, Zander opened the door and the smell of food wafted up to me in the bedroom. He didn't even need to call me down. His grin widened as I appeared at the top of the stairs in a sleek black dress that stopped mid-thigh and a subtle layer of make-up. I'd even found some nice matching jewellery. I sauntered down the stairs for him, taking my time so he could take in all of me. When I reached the bottom, he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

"You look beautiful. Um, I look a little under-dressed now though..." he plucked at his casual clothes but I shake my head.

"You look fine Hun, and you've been cooking?" He nodded, waving me through. Somehow, he'd found candles hidden away in my parents cupboard, and he'd turned a few of the cans of food into a gourmet meal for two. I giggled like a little girl as he seated me like a gentleman would, and sat opposite. The meal was nice, better than anything I'd eaten in a while. We talked softly even after we'd finished eating, still conscious of the beings outside but once more that world was becoming a distant memory.

I can't help it, the feeling of butterflies in my stomach or the smile that came so easily to my lips. He stood and cleared the plates, but before he could return to his seat I was next to him, pulling him to me tightly. Our lips meet once more, but this kiss is not tender. It's fiery, and passionate. I think we're both surprised by the intensity of the kiss, but those thoughts are fleeting. Soon nothing is left except the need, the desire for more. His tongue presses against my bottom lip, teasing and inviting. I part my lips, accepting the offering and meeting it with my own.

With our passions running wild, we parted with flushed faces and cheeky grins. Together we moved upstairs, bursting into the bedroom. Zander's arms once more embrace me and we kiss, again and again.

I slipped my arms between us and pushed him away, giving him my best sultry look. I slink over to the door, before giving Zander a final look. Giggling at his confused expression, I hold my finger up, gesturing for him to wait a moment for my return before leaving the room.

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The bedroom door opens, and I'm gradually revealed. My hair hangs loosely, falling in locks down my back. The black and red baby doll seems to almost billow against my smooth pale skin, the two parts independently moving as I strut into the room. The thin slip of material that is my thong hides my most intimate area. My legs are once more covered in the silky stockings, with lacy tops that cling to my thighs.

Zander, sitting on the edge of the bed, stared at me with an expression of awe and arousal. It was like I'd dropped right out of his fantasies. A blush came to my cheeks as his hungry gaze devoured my body. I closed the distance between us, stepping between his legs and gently placed my hands on his shoulders. His hands instantly came up, sliding beneath the gauzy material to caress my back. Gently, as if I might break, he pulled me closer and placed his lips to my abdomen. His unshaven bristle tickled my belly as he kissed and tasted my skin.

When he finally looked up, I leaned down to kiss him. I briefly pressed my hands to the sides of his face before dropping them to his waist where I hooked them around his t-shirt and drew it up over his head. His chest was firm and I almost purred as I dragged my fingertips across it, before pushing him backwards. He got the hint and scooted back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows to watch me as he lay back.

I crawled slowly onto the bed, letting him get a good look into the depth of my cleavage. I worked my way towards him; he couldn't keep his eyes off me. Finally I reached that magnificent bulge that seemed to throb even through Zander's trousers. Kneeling between his legs, I ran my hands up his thighs and much like he did, I moved higher so I could teasingly kiss his belly. Quick as a flash I had his trousers undone, the silence broken by the rip of the zip.

His boxer's beneath were jet black and pulled taught by the member beneath, trying to break free of its confinement. Well I could help with that. Tenderly, I pulled at the waist-line and freed his quivering cock. It stood proud at roughly six to seven inches, with a nice and thick shaft. Around the base sat some dark, wispy hair that looked like it had once been kept neat and tidy but now it'd started growing out. Not that I minded.

I took a moment to pull off his trousers and boxers, so he was completely naked when I returned to my original position. Gazing into his eyes as I approach, I stick out my tongue and run it up along the shaft in one deliberately slow long lick. I tease my tongue around the tip, drawing out the gasping breath of my lover as I lap again and again, circling my pink muscle around the head. With the sweet taste of his pre-cum dancing across my palate, I hold the member loosely with one hand. Finally I place my lips against the head, letting it slide between them.

Zander's eyes widened, as the teasing warmth of my mouth enveloped the head of his phallus. I moaned lewdly as it slipped out and pressed my tongue against it lightly, tasting, tickling, and teasing. My hand moved back and forth as once more I take the head into my mouth. I finally look up to meet Zander's gaze as I begin to bob my head back and forth, sucking and massaging while my hand squeezes the rest of the shaft, occasionally coming up for air with a grin.

Zander tipped his head back, closing his eyes as he sighed in pleasure. His questing fingers ran through my hair. With his encouragement I picked up the pace, taking in more of his shaft. He let out a loud moan as I pushed him into my throat, my nose burying into the hair at the base. I held it for as long as I could, shivering as I could feel it pulse and quiver before I release it with a gasp of air.

His cock shined wet with my saliva. With another purr, I begin to work up and down, squeezing his balls with my hands as I stimulate his entire length. Zander was in another world; his hips bucked and trembled uncontrollably. I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer, but I kept with it. His fingers entwined in my hair as his need grew more urgent. He groaned loudly, and I felt his member swell in my mouth as his seed spurted down my throat.

I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, squeezing out every last drop as I pump it tightly in my fist. My tongue dances over the head, cleaning it up so it was spotless. Finally I lick my lips, letting out a murmur of appreciation.

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With a yelp, I was pulled forward as strong hands took me by the shoulders. Zander planted his lips upon mine with such fervent passion, I barely had chance to catch my breath. His hands travelled across my body, touching skin and material alike, squeezing my bra-clad breasts eagerly. I straddled his waist as I sat up and with a quick pinch of his fingers, he undid the strap and he helped me out of the baby-doll.

My breasts were only out for a few moments before Zander's hands enclosed around them, making me gasp. The pads of his thumbs rubbed against my sensitive areolas, circling the nubs of my nipples teasingly. I groaned lustfully, closing my eyes as he rubbed, pinched, flicked and caressed my boobs.

He sat up, holding me secure in his strong arms as his lips found my body. God, his lips. His warm breath made my skin goose bump. I purred my pleasure as his lips enclosed around a nipple, his teasing tongue flicking and licking. He was seriously turning me on, and he could sense it from the way my fingernails dug into his shoulders.

He slowly let me fall backwards on the bed as he moved out from under me, his hands trailing my body, over the smooth silky stockings and my pale soft skin. He lay beside me on the bed, leaning over so he could kiss me, his fingers working lower and lower. Confidentially he cupped me, his digits pressing firmly through the material of my thong. I pressed my hips up, urging him for more, moaning his name between long passionate kisses.

Eagerly Zander complied, gripping the hem of my underwear and sliding it over the silky stockings to find its place on the floor. He made a murmur of appreciation as he gazed upon my body before returning his hand to my heat. His touch was electric, so much better than my own touch; he lightly stroked the full pink lips, teasing me till I could take no more. When the pad of his thumb brushed my clit I inhaled sharply, my hips bucking and grinding as I shuddered with the pleasure he brought.

He slipped from my grasp, pressing his lips down the length of my body, lower and lower until... FUCK! The tip of his tongue ran up my wet slit and circled the sensitive nub at the top, before sweeping down again. He repeated that same action, teasing yet stimulating, flicking and licking at my arousal. Finally, he stopped over my clit using his lips to suck it up and lick it relentlessly. He parted me and slid two fingers inside me, curling up to hit just the right spot to drive me wild.

I gripped his hair as I arched my back, my legs quivering uncontrollably. A constant stream of moans escaped my lips; I shut my eyes tightly as every nerve ending exploded throughout my body. It had been so long since I'd felt someone's hot breath, their skilful tongue driving me over the edge until... I had to grab a pillow to muffle the screaming orgasm that erupted. My thighs clamped tightly about his head, trapping him to me until I had nothing left to give and I collapsed in a heat of satisfied bliss.

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As I lay there, with my body still shivering lightly, I was unaware of where Zander had slipped off to. Suddenly I felt his strong hands on my thighs as I was pulled to the edge of the bed. I looked up at him, his eyes full of hunger and desire. My face flushed with that simple burning look. He lifted my legs, hooking onto them at the bend of my knee as he positioned himself at my entrance. My breath caught in my throat as he took control, dragging the head against my still sensitive clit before slowly pushing it inside.

I clenched the bed sheets beneath me as Zander slowly rocked against me. Each deliberately slow thrust sent ripples through my body. I bit my lip, containing the loud moans wanting to burst out. Gradually he sped up, thrusting harder, his hips slapping mine as he bottomed out each time. I could no longer keep quiet, with each hard slap I cried out, lifting myself up to meet him. A smile crept on my lips as I watched his expression of pleasure and wonder, his eyes sweeping my body.

My legs slipped from his grasp and I put them on his chest, pushing him away. He looked at me uncertainly, but I ignored him and rolled onto my front. I crawled forward in a hopefully sexy way, my rear swinging from side to side with each step. When I got to the middle of the bed I turned to look over my shoulder, and it didn't take him long to get the idea.

He scrambled onto the bed and used his strong hands to grasp the cheeks of my ass, splitting me open to his lustful gaze. He returned his hard cock to my waiting nethers with a sharp yelp from me. "Harder... Harder..." I urged him and he did, pulling me back as he pistoned back and forth. My hair fell about my face in wild tumbles. My breathing was heavy and ragged, my heart raced and the air was slick with the smell of our sex. I could feel every inch of his organ inside me, the hot palms pressed against my hips as he drove himself into me.

His inevitable groan alerted me just as much as his urgent thrusts. I dropped to one elbow and the fingers of my freehand went instantly to my waiting clit, driving me absolutely wild once more.

"Oh god..." he groaned from behind me. His powerful drives turned to long deep plunges as he suddenly erupted inside me. His grip was like a vice as with pump after pump he filled me so completely. My fingertips furiously rubbed myself, and that along with the luscious feeling of Zander's cum spraying inside me sent me rising to a beautiful climax that had me screaming into the mattress.

Zander slumped beside me with a happy grin plastered on his face. I crawled over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He returned it softly and wrapped his arms about me. We lay there panting a slight sheen of sweat on our brow as we luxuriated in the afterglow. I don't know how long we lay there but it grew chilly as our bodies cooled off, so Zander untangled himself from me and we settled together under the covers.

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It was sometime later, probably not as long as it seemed, but I had turned over and Zander was spooning me, his arms lying across my body comfortably. I noticed what had probably woken me, nestled between my ass cheeks. He was still breathing deeply, and a naughty smile crossed my lips. I closed my eyes and very gently teased my body, till I was hot and wet for him. Whatever he was dreaming about was clearly turning him on as his member throbbed against me.

Gingerly I pulled out from his grasp and turned to see him in the dim light, lying on his back. Slowly and carefully, I managed to get my leg across him, straddling his waist. I must have disturbed him though because I could tell he was starting to wake. So without a moment's pause I impaled myself on him. He woke with a grunt, his eyes opening wide to see me rise and fall above him.

He was speechless as his hands rose to stroke my sides and cup my breasts, my hips ground in circles before lifting and dropping once more. It was slow and tender, my inner walls squeezing him. I dropped forward and planted a long hot kiss on his lips, our tongues lashing against one another.

When he started to thrust his hips up to meet mine I increased my pace with a low purr. Changing from light bounces to long, deep slams that caused me to groan with intense pleasure. His hands found my ass and we rocked hard together. I fell away from his lips, coming to rest at his shoulder, my teeth grazing the skin before pulling myself together. I pressed his shoulders into the mattress and took total control, riding him with all I had. Each time our hips met was punctuated with a loud "Yes!" or "Fuck!"

I came hard, my body growing limp as stars flashed in my eyes. Zander took over, thrusting up powerfully, sparks of lightning igniting inside me. And then he was coming too, I could feel him grow and shoot inside me, sending his seed deep into my body.

I slumped down over him and he cradled me in his arms, our hearts racing faster than any terrifying zombie encounter could make it. There was no need for words; we happily held each other, occasionally kissing as we relaxed.

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Like the time I'd spent in the erotic shop, the days passed in a blur of sexual activities. We left the bedroom only to eat, and to wash, but every time we washed it would end in wet, soapy fun. If this was how the world ended then I'd go out in a blaze of sex and orgasms.

Of course, the fun had to end at some point and that point was when we decided we really must move on. The food was running dangerously low, and we'd pressed our luck staying in one place for so long. The best direction we had was the note my parents left me. It wasn't too far and hopefully they'd still be there to shelter us.
It was morning and the sunlight flowed lazily over the tops of the houses when we stepped out the door and barred it behind us; we could always return should things go wrong. We both agreed that should we be separated and we don't make it to the police station, then this would be a second rendezvous.

We were quiet as we wandered down the street, our eyes watching every shadow and corner. Occasionally our hands would meet and a smile would appear as we remembered all the naughty things we did. It was eerily silent, no birds and no zombies, and that more than anything set us on edge.

Zander paused, halting us as he strained his ears. I heard it to, the sound of deathly moans around the next corner. "Stay here, I'll go ahead and have a look, we might have to find another way around." I nodded, although I didn't like the idea of being left alone, if they were that close then Zander could move quicker if he didn't have to worry about me. I handed him my handgun and he crept off at a brisk pace. I waited patiently as he disappeared round the bend.

Minutes passed and he didn't return. Just as I was wondering whether to go and find him, the shuffling scrapes drew my attention. I spun around to see three zombies stumbling towards me. I sighed; of course I'd given away my weapon when I needed it the most. With my options short, I decided on what I thought was the only sensible option. I ran in the direction Zander had gone, but when I rounded the corner all I saw was a lone petrol station surrounded by a horde of the undead.

For a moment I was stunned. Where was Zander? Then it happened so fast it's still a little fuzzy in my memory. To my right, close enough that I thought I could feel the hot sticky breath on the side of my face, a zombie closed. It must have come unnoticed from behind a car or the alleyway. Before I could let out a scream, a single gunshot rang out and the zombie collapsed. I spun around and a figure had appeared in a doorway of the building behind me. I decided I didn't care who it was. I ran for it. As I crossed the threshold, the banging of hands on the wood behind me told me just how close I'd been.

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And that's it really, that's how I made it here. Zander is still out there, I hope he's ok. Sorry I went into more detail than I probably should have, I got a little carried away.

So... where did you come from? What's your story?