Luna would turn to her partner as they ran down the alleyway, the horned lioness’s teeth grit in fear as she checked to see if he was keeping up. They had not been prepared for the wasp’s nest their scavenging party had stirred up, let alone the mutant Virals that seemed to be spearheading the mob’s movements. “Move it, Pyro! They may be Virals but you know what happens when those fuckers manage to catch a flying species!” She’d cursed under her breath as she ran, a shadow flicking overhead as she turned a corner to lose their pursuers. As if losing two friends and their best scavengers wasn’t bad enough, one of them had managed to get turned. Species capable of flight were indispensable during the outbreak, able to keep out of reach of most of the shamblers, but when one got infected it tended to turn the area into a hellscape. Flying virals had earned the name ‘bumblers’ by the lazy way they flew around, their flight patterns slow but erratic like a bumblebee clumsily floating from flower to flower. That erratic flying made it hell trying to shoot them down and they could easily swoop down and carry off their prey to a quiet spot to do as they pleased without sharing their prey with the other shamblers. However their light weight bodies generally made them easily dispatched if you did manage to hit them, as any decent hit would knock them from the sky to splatter upon the ground like a rotten tomato. However, what was currently hunting them was no ‘bumbler’. What they had seen, what Luna had seen, was her childhood friend’s gutted corpse taking to the sky like a jet. She had only heard of flying mutants before now and she understood why they were so feared. Flying mutants were called ‘gargoyles’ and they had a reputation for being highly destructive, capable of clearing entire platoons of trained soldiers by themselves. The screaming body of a member of their search party would splatter to the ground in a reverse fireworks display a few feet away from her, their agonizing howls ringing in her ears and forcing her mind back to the emergency at hand. What had once been Xan had been picking off the other members of the search party as they ran, swooping down and eviscerating them before dropping them upon the heads of their friends like cruel bombs of viscera. Her black fur stood on end as she caught sight of the improvised living projectile, and swallowed a lump in her throat as she turned down an alleyway. This one had been Reynard, an older fox she had shared a coffee with only a few short hours ago before the nightmare of reality reared its ugly head upon the battered survivors. Now he was a whimpering mass of broken bones and spilled entrails on the pavement, one which they were forced to leave behind in hopes the shamblers at their heels would devour him instead of them. Pyro had no trouble keeping up with the lioness, but he could see she was tiring out, even as she leapt to the side and down an alleyway to avoid Reynard’s fallen body. He struggled to keep himself from vomiting at the sight of his friend being reduced to a half alive pile of meat on the pavement, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins pushed him through the nausea. He could mourn later but right now they had to focus on survival. The horse was no stranger to running long distances like this but he had never had to flee from a gargoyle before. The way it’d divebomb them only to pull up at the last second frayed his nerves, every dive only barely missing them. He was glad he was so large at least, standing at massive seven and a half feet tall and heavily muscled to boot. He doubted that Xan could lift him, alive or as a mutant and he thanked his lucky stars for that, otherwise he might have taken poor Reynard’s place. Another horrific payload would force them to change their route once more, this time dropping off a hideously overweight feline shambler and slamming it into one of the walls of the alley, the thing bursting open like an old rotted pumpkin. Something horrible dawned on the horse as he caught sight of a familiar street as he turned down the alleyway with Luna. He couldn’t hold back his panic as he realized what was happening to them too late. “Oh fuck...fuck! FUCK!” His tone wavered with fear as he stared up at the wall they were running towards, his pace faltering now as they found themselves at a dead end. He’d look up at the side of the building before them, seeing only a broken down fire escape as a way out of the deathtrap. They’d be sitting ducks for the gargoyle on that thing. Hoping he still had time to turn back, he’d look behind him and would let out another string of expletives as the horde of shamblers surged down the alleyway they had just turned off of. They hadn’t noticed their prey had turned down this alleyway yet but it was only a matter of time before one managed to catch on. Normally shamblers would have been easy to avoid but the way they had been moving through the alley had kept the horde right on their heels the whole time. The dead end only confirmed his suspicions. Something was herding them… “They fucking trapped us in! They can’t do that! They’re fucking Virals, they’re supposed to be stupid!” The horse would look frantically around the alley, his body in a full panic now. The only things in the alleyway were the fire escape, an overturned garbage can, and an infestation of maggots spilling from said can. There weren’t even any windows along the fire escape, the safety feature seemingly tacked on as an afterthought to appease fire safety officials as it only seemed to lead to the roof. They had nothing but his sawed-off shotgun and Luna’s rifle, both of which only had enough ammunition to maybe kill a handful of the horde. “This sector was supposed to be safe, where the hell did all of these fuckers come from?” “It must be a migration from another city. They do that when they run out of food.” Despite being heavily out of breath and trapped, Luna still maintained some of her composure. She could feel her blood rushing through her ears, muffling the moans of the shamblers at the end of the alley and the cries of her partner. Without breaking her stride, she’d make a running leap, barely catching the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder before scrambling up it. “Quick, up the fire escape. We can lose the shamblers if we make it to the roof! Hurry! We don’t have a lot of time!” It’d take a moment for Pyro to snap out of his panicked daze, stumbling towards the dead end wall. “This ain’t right! This ain’t right at all!” He was tall, so the fire escape ladder was well within reach, the horse only barely able to see his partner through the rusty grates as he struggled to pull himself up, the metal groaning in protest under his weight. The old corroded metal tore at his hands as he climbed, but the pain swam upstream against his fear, being drowned out by the pumping of his heart and will to live. He’d manage to get up the ladder just in time for the shamblers to begin surging down the alleyway in earnest, their needy hands clawing at the air as they looked up at their escaping prey. The mass of zombies would slam into the wall, the unfortunate shamblers that lead the horde down the alley being crushed against the wall by their peers that followed behind them, all eager to satisfy their urges. Luna would look down at the horde below as she climbed, the black furred lioness taking a moment to breathe as she stared out at the sea of rotting bodies. There were far too many for this to be anything but a migration, the way they surged and crashed against the walls like a putrid tsunami. They needed to warn the others… The sound of groaning metal would tear her from her thoughts once again, forcing her gaze downwards as she saw the shamblers climbing over each other, the dead piling upon the dead to reach them. The fire escape groaned in protest as dozens of hands gripped at its underside, each viral trying to pull their rotting carcasses up to the decrepit stairs. She’d feel it shake and rattle as Pyro ran up the steps to join her. “Oh shit! Pyro! Hurry! They’re going to tear it down!” She wouldn’t bother looking back to see if he heard her. There wasn’t enough time. At any minute the whole thing would come crashing down into a sea of Virals and she didn’t want to find out what would happen if she was still on it when it did. Her heart beat faster and faster and she could feel her legs beginning to turn to jelly as she pushed her body well past its limits. She was so focused on getting up those stairs that she didn’t notice the streak of blue and black flying directly for her. The gargoyle crashed into the side of the fire escape beside Luna, making the entire structure wobble at the impact. Luna would be knocked from her feet as she scrambled to unsling her rifle from her back. Fortunately the mutant-drake’s wings were too large to fit in through the side of the escape route so it’d only claw at the metal uselessly, each swipe making the rusted iron scream as it’s oversized talons sprayed sparks with every slash. It’d let out a horrible warbling cry as she finally managed to pull her weapon free, blind firing it in a panic and putting a bullet in its shoulder and grazing another along its hardened quills. The impact of the firearm would force the blue and black gargoyle to release the side of the escape, fluttering back before charging in again, this time closing its wings as it dove in and collided into the frantic lioness. The quills on its head would pierce her left arm as it rammed her, the impact knocking the rifle from her hands to clatter down the fire escape into the churning mass of shamblers below. The thrashing lioness would punch and kick at the mutant-drake who now pinned her to the floor of the fire escape, its talons shredding her shirt and sports bra as it tried to get a grip on her despite her struggling. She’d let out a yelp of pain as its claws tore across her breasts, staining her yellow shirt a deep reddish orange. Finally it managed to get a grip on her through the flurry of claws, fists, and feet, its talons gripping at her hair and using its newfound hold of her to bash her head against the wall of the building, cracking on of her curled horns and dazing her. “LUNA!” Pyro had been on his way up when he heard the crash overhead, not even noticing the rifle falling past him as he saw the gargoyle on top of his partner. If he had been running up the stairs before, he was sprinting now, his heavy footfalls shaking the structure violently as he tried to reach the lioness. Then with a horrible screeching sound, one of the steps would give under the abuse of his weight, the metal grating tearing under his right hoof. The twisted and torn iron would shred his leg as it passed through like an old rolling punji trap, slicing open his leg in a half dozen places and ripping him from his feet only to take the edge of the step to the groin as his chin cracked against one of the unbroken steps farther up. He’d scream in pain as his leg bled into the mass of shamblers below. The impact to his chin had broken some of his teeth and his balls ached from the hit but despite all of that, it was his leg that hurt the most as he felt his achilles tendon snap as his leg was torn open. The tendon tearing further and rolling up the back of his leg like a window blind, it’d leave his calf a bloody mess as he struggled to pull his leg free. Pain and fear gripped him as he tried to extract his leg from the grating, only succeeding in digging the freshly broken grate deep into his leg as the flexible metal bent and trapped him. The gargoyle would drag its dazed prize to the edge of the fire escape as it groaned under the abuse it had been subjected to, the sound of bolts finally snapping and giving way as the structure tore itself free of the wall. Taking flight, the mutant would carry the lioness to a nearby rooftop as the swarming shamblers finally pulled down the escape, Pyro screaming in pain and terror as it fell. The metal would twist and tear as it fell, a horrible squelching sound filling the air as countless shamblers were crushed beneath it. The older shamblers would take the impact like a water balloon, their rotted bodies collapsing under the weight. Those more recently infected would find themselves impaled or bisected by the falling metal scrap. However there were still plenty where they came from, the viral tsunami surging over the twisted metal to get first dibs on their new prize. Pyr’s grey and black splotches were streaked with red from the fall, the metal shearing what was left of his leg clean off and impaling his shoulder on what had once been a rung from the ladder. Blood would pool in his throat as he felt something sticking into his back. He had punctured something but that was the least of his current worries. His daze from the impact would clear just in time for him to see a rotted and gnarled claw tear at his eyes, gouging them out in a single stroke as a shambler used his eye sockets to pull itself from the wreckage. He’d let out a frightened and pained whinny as the shamblers scrambled over his massive frame, swinging blindly at whatever moved with his good arm. He may have been injured and outnumbered but he was still a powerful beast of a man and the shambler’s rotting bodies were tossed aside, each swing knocking one or two aside, a few lucky blows managing to decapitate a few of the Virals. He felt something bite into his impaled shoulder, taking a massive chunk out of his flesh but managing to free that arm in the process, albeit through the shattering of his collarbone. Reaching for his holstered sawed-off with his freed arm, he’d swing his good arm one last time to clear the virals off of him. Placing the gun square in his mouth, he silently prayed to whatever might listen that Luna would be okay. He couldn’t help his beloved… He was already dead… All he could do was choose how he’d die now. And he’d be damned if he was going to let them violate him first. “YOU’RE NOT RAPING ME, YOU FUCKERS!!!” A faint click followed by a burst of buckshot would splatter his brains into the crowd of shamblers, peppering more than a few with the shrapnel of his skull, the blast ending a few viral lives as he ended his own. The dead would swarm over his corpse with little care to his last moments, as a half dozen hands wrenched at his arm, tearing it free from its socket and fighting over it like ravenous dogs for a bite. A shambler that had once been a komodo dragon seemed to win the fight for the arm, biting into the bicep and the head of a rat shambler at the same time, crushing the bones in both and tearing the meat free as the rat lay dead and twitching beside the horse. Another shambler, this one a horse itself would slide its massive half eaten cock into the convenient hole the shotgun had left in Pyro’s skull, forcing its cock down into his throat. His throat would bulge around the girth of the stallion as it fucked the hole where his brain had once been. A viral vixen slowly managed to push its way to Pyro’s body, climbing over his chest and lowering itself over his muzzle as it pressed its face into the dead stallion’s chest. Its ruined pussy would stretch over his muzzle, using him as a makeshift dildo as it bounced on his face. Its rotted cunt tore at the oversized insertion but the viral didn’t seem to care, pleasuring itself on his muzzle. A shambling female gecko would tear at Pyro’s bloodied jeans, lapping at his enormous but flaccid cock. Getting no reaction from the corpse it’d let out a groan of disappointment before it wrapped its maw around his shaft and began to suckle at it, pushing his length deep into its throat before it gave up and simply bit down at the base, castrating the horse and gulping down his severed cock with ease. Above, Luna was just coming to, her concussion muffling the sharp sound of her lover dying below. It was only when the mutant-drake brought his claws down on her shoulders did the world snap painfully back into focus as her arms were cleaved from her torso. She’d shriek in pain as the severed arteries spewed her blood over the rooftop, arms falling to her sides. The hot concrete roof had only just started to cool from the summer sunset, making her spilled blood hiss and steam softly as it splashed over the heated stone. She’d kick her legs, trying desperately to scramble away but the drake easily caught her, stabbing its claw through her shoulder and the concrete below her, pinning her to the rooftop. “Xan! Please, stop! It’s me! It’s Luna! I’m your friend, remember!? Please remember! Don’t do this!” She’d beg in vain, trying to appeal to their memories together as the gargoyle‘s twin shafts bulged and twitched, thick infected cum dribbling from their tips. They’d slide over her belly, their base grinding at her groin before pushing the flared tip of the bottom cock against her cunt. Her thin leggings did little to impede the drake’s advances, a single powerful thrust tearing them open and making her scream as the flared head smashed into her cervix like a battering ram. Her pussy would strain to stretch around his girth, but she had been used to larger men with Pyro as her partner and her trained flexibility allowed her to take the mutant-drake fully, his cock’s head visible as a mound beneath her stomach. The drake would pump his hips against her, his thighs slapping loudly against her own as each thrust forced a scream out of her. Viral pre-cum would drip onto her bulging stomach as he pushed past her cervix and into her womb, the lioness sobbing she felt something tear inside of her. Letting out a gurgling growl the gargoyle would pick up his pace, his half eaten tail slapping against the ground as he fucked her dying body. His talons would wrap around the stumps where her arms had once been, digging his overlong claws into the bloody meat as he leaned forward and sunk his fangs into her collarbone. With no bottom jaw, all he could do was lap up the blood that spilled from the wound with his wagging tongue before dragging his head down her chest, peeling her skin away with his upper jaw as he tried to strip her flesh from her bones, tongue coiling around the torn flesh and pulling it free to be sucked into the hole in his throat. She’d feel herself slipping away as he blood drained out around her, blood loss rapidly reducing her struggles and screams from agonizing to mere broken whimpers. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as a haze engulfed her vision, the jawless drake over her turning into a bleary mess of blue and black silhouetted in the red orange of the setting sun. She just wanted it to be over, letting herself fade into the dark as she barely heard another hissing groan from the man she once called a friend. The gargoyle’s hissing crescendoed as it orgasmed, spilling its wretched seed into her womb and causing her stomach to bloat. Wave after wave of infested cum poured into her from his lower cock as his upper shaft painted her black fur with streaks of yellow-white jizz. It’d spatter over her torn breasts and panting muzzle as the drake hilted himself inside of her, sealing his seed inside of her with the tight seal around his cock. All she could do was sob as the dark closed in around her, a faint bitter taste in her mouth as a rope of his cum landed in on her tongue. Even on the burning concrete roof, she felt cold as her belly swelled almost to bursting. Her swollen belly sloshed with infected seed as the drake pulled out of her, his seed spilling out onto the rooftop and soaking her thighs. ‘Please….let this end’ Then the cold disappeared… And an empty burning began to take its place within her… She could feel that burn deep in her belly, her filled womb at the core of it all. It felt...wonderful… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “What should we do, sir? The scavenging party isn’t back yet, and the search party hasn’t reported in either.” The young fox would grip his rifle nervously as he stood on the wall of the colony, overlooking the rest of the park around them beside his commanding officer. He wasn’t military, but the wolf beside him had been and had made a point of making the fox and the other sentries to act as such. No one argued as he had kept them alive thus far. “We write them off...anyone out after sundown isn’t coming back. Not in one piece anyways” The old wolf would lick at his teeth in thought as he sniffed the air. The smell of rot in the air was strong tonight but there were no virals at the walls. It was strange. Usually they’d have at least one or two stray shamblers clawing at the walls but the park had been strangely empty tonight. Something wasn’t right… His ear would twitch slightly as he heard something in the treeline. “Get a light over there, boy! Now!” The fox would almost yelp at the sudden command, turning the flood light they had repurposed into a searchlight towards the trees. The light would fall over a figure leaned against one of the trees, it’s face half missing as it stared up at the spotlight with one bright orange bloodshot eye. It was laughing...