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Kinky post apocalypse

"Thank god I found this storage room."
That was what I was thinking when I first found the room, that was a month ago and since I have used up all the supplies. It was bound to happen eventually. I can see the morning light filtering through the small barred window, and simultaneously feel my stomach growl from hunger. My clothes are filthy and barely fit my now skinny body anymore. I have lost a lot of weight due to my forced diet, and I finally have the body I want, just a shame it came after the world went to hell. Well not point doting on it any longer, I cannot stay here anymore without resupplying. Need more food and fresh clothes. In addition to the basic necessaties, I had not had an orgasm in nearly a month, and the eighteen year old is getting very horny, I could use a dildo to keep herself entertained. The sun is up and the zombies are slower and more lethargic than they are at night, or maybe thats how it seems cause you can see fuck all at night. Anyway its time to make a move. The shops that keep the clothes, the food, and the sex shop are all in different directions. I will only have time to go to two of the shops.

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