2 comments/ 23040 views/ 3 favorites Zombie By: JukeboxEMCSA "Zombie" "Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive nature of a child, it was that of the kind of child who liked to pull the wings off of flies and torture frogs. Addison Burke wondered, sometimes, why he allowed himself to suffer Griffith Sunderland's dubious hospitality time and time again. Certainly they were both Englishmen abroad, and both shared the unique view of men far from their home country for one reason or another--Addison's medical work for the British Empire took him to Haiti, while Griffith...he never spoke of his reasons for living so far from Britain, but Addison had picked up gossip at the consulate. Some sort of scandal, related to his researches. It didn't surprise Addison in the slightest. But the camaraderie of exiles abroad wasn't all of it; the staff at the British Consulate was small, but not so small that Addison couldn't choose to pass his time with them instead of the natives--or the ubiquitous Americans, of course. Addison had heard that they were finally beginning to pull out, but one American always seemed to be boisterous enough for five ordinary men. Even so, their company might be preferable to Griffith's displays of "interesting" medical curiosities. But to admit it, if only to himself, Addison did find his time with Griffith interesting, even enthralling. He might shudder and wince at the strange and unusual exhibits that Griffith brought forth in the eerie half-light of his study--the dog that contrived to bark for a full minute after Griffith had removed its head from its body, the chicken with two heads that pecked and squabbled with each other, the woman whose body was covered with a pelt of fine, velvety hair--but the morbid curiosity that lurked within Addison's soul made him return, week after week, for another chat over a late afternoon tea as the warm autumn nights drew in. That curiosity made him say, "Interesting in what sense?" to Griffith, whose keen eyes watched him with a knowing gleam. He was sure that his...friend? No, even if Addison was willing to call Griffith friend, he felt sure that Griffith felt true affection for no human being, possibly not even himself. Acquaintance, perhaps. He was sure that his acquaintance derived as much pleasure from seeing Addison struggle with his own sense of propriety as he did from displaying his rarities. "Interesting in my usual sense, of course," Griffith replied with feigned casualness. "Although I confess, this one is more interesting than most. Cost me a pretty penny, too. And let me tell you, Addison old chap, there were times when I felt like I was bargaining with my very soul." He laughed, almost a cackle. "I was as surprised as you probably are to find out I had one." Addison merely smiled thinly in response. The comment felt too true to do more; though he thought that Griffith was a brilliant man, and perhaps someday a legend for his medical researches, there was no question that the man acted purely out of intellectual curiosity rather than out of any concern for his fellow man. He had no qualms about unearthing corpses, inflicting pain, anything and everything to push the boundaries of ignorance one iota further back. He was a cold man. Addison had read Shelley's 'Frankenstein' once, marveling at the lessons on the hubris of the man of knowledge. He suspected that Griffith had read it as well, taking notes on the practicalities of animating the dead. "But I see you need more than words to pique your interest, eh? Then perhaps I should introduce you to my houseguest." He stood up, and headed to the door of the study. Throwing it open, he clapped his hands loudly and shouted, "Ayida! Come!" Then he returned to his seat. "She will be along presently. "Ayida's case is a curious one, medically. There's nothing obviously wrong with the girl. No deformity, no gross injury or immediate physical ailment. And yet..." Ayida walked slowly into the room, wearing nothing but a simple gray dress, and Addison found himself starting in his chair. "And yet, it is immediately obvious to anyone who looks at her that Ayida was buried a week ago." Addison forced himself to look at the girl as she closed the door behind her, then stood perfectly still in front of them. She was a young native girl, quite attractive if you were the sort of person who found favor in the features of a Negress; her skin, though, had a grayish cast to it, as though she had been dusted with ashes. Addison knew, from examinations of natives who had taken ill, that this was an indication of severe pallor; whatever illness she was suffering from, it had drained her of all color save the pigmentation of her race. But it was not the pallor that marked her out as...Addison's mind reeled, refusing to believe Griffith's sensational words. As ill, he decided. Rather, it was her stance, her gait, the unyielding vacancy to her stare. Ayida walked as one would imagine the dead to walk. She held no flicker of intelligence in her eyes (and Addison had spent enough time with the natives to know that any who held the Negro to be of inferior intellect was a bigot and a fool.) She stood there, endlessly patient. Addison refused to hold to Griffith's words, but he could see how one might believe them to be true. "A...zombie?" he asked at last. "Ah," Griffith said, his smile somehow terrible to behold. "I see you are familiar with the local lore. Good. That saves me some effort, I think." "Well," Addison practically stammered out, "I have read Seabrook's book on the subject, but--" "Seabrook?" Griifith shouted out. "A deviant and a drunkard to boot! A simple-minded fame-seeker who stared a zombie in the face and couldn't see it for what it was!" Addison had seen Griffith like this before, on rare occasions, usually involving members of the medical profession back in England. Griffith normally had an even temperament, but he could become furious when discussing someone he believed had slighted him. Apparently he and William Seabrook had met, on the latter's famous trip to the island some two years past. Griffith's rant didn't cease for a moment. "Did you know the fool dismissed them at first as congenital idiots? Even with my help, my guidance, my insight, he merely saw enough to suspect 'a drug of some kind'. And then he sailed off to write his ridiculous book, not even thinking or caring what he might have witnessed! The perverted, sensationalistic fool!" Griffith's cheeks flushed red with anger. The last time Addison had inadvertently provoked one of these fits of temper, Griffith had thrown him out of the house. Looking at Ayida, Addison wasn't sure if he'd even be bothered if it happened again tonight. "Look at her!" Griffith shouted, darting to his feet and grabbing a stethoscope from a table nearby. "Examine her, Addison, and tell me if Ayida's condition is the result of 'congenital idiocy'!" He nearly flung the instrument at Addison, and Addison decided to humor his acquaintance. He walked over to Ayida and pressed the stethoscope to her chest. Even in the stillness of Griffith's study, he had to listen for long moments to be sure he wasn't imagining the beating of her heart. He placed his hand in front of her mouth, feeling for even the tiniest stirring of breath in her lungs. "She's alive," he said, but he was surprised at the lack of certainty in his voice. "Four days ago," Griffith said, his rage finally seeming to subside a bit, "you would not even have noticed that degree of animation in her body. The day she 'died', not a doctor in the world would have suspected even a hint of life remained in her body." "Then how--" Addison pulled the stethoscope from his ears. "Look here, Griffith, I'm not about to believe that this girl came back from the dead. Reanimation of a corpse is a fantasy, and even if it were remotely in the realm of medical science, it couldn't be achieved by some...some voodoo spell!" Griffith clasped his hands together. "And nor did I. When I first heard these legends, when I began to investigate them myself, my first task was to strip away the legend and myth to find the truth beneath it. The bokors, they were none too pleased that a man like me was seeking to discover the basis of their so-called 'vodou'. But eventually I met one who was willing to share her secrets. For a price." Addison couldn't help himself; he continued to stare at the girl. She gave no sign of looking back; nothing at all disturbed the perfect vacancy of her expression. "You...bought this girl?" "More than the girl," Griffith said. "Mama Kisanga showed me how she turned Ayida into a zombie. She took me to the marketplace, and had me pick a girl out of the crowd. 'The girl you choose,' she said, 'will be dead before the night is out.'" Addison shuddered. He'd known Griffith to be cold, even amoral, but this... "Once I had made my choice, Mama Kisanga and I followed the girl home," Griffith continued. "We learned where she lived, and Mama Kisanga showed me what she called her 'coup de poudre'. She told me that it would bring the girl death, but a death followed by life." He held up a small vial of fine gray powder. "I tested it, of course, on animals. It's a neurotoxin, a paralytic. The key element is the dosage. Too little, and the girl would merely be weakened. Too much, and she would be dead. But with exactly the right amount..." Addison began to see. "She would be just barely alive, vital signs too faint to detect." He tried to remind himself of the grossly unethical nature of the experiment, to force the excitement out of his voice. It didn't entirely work. "In that state, her metabolism would be so greatly slowed that she would require less oxygen. She could actually survive being buried alive." "Oh, yes," Griffith responded. "And in fact, she did exactly that. Mama Kisanga stole into her room at night, and blew the coup de poudre into her lungs. By the next morning, her parents were mourning her death. They stood guard over her grave that night, but Mama Kisanga has many zombies under her control. It didn't take long before we dug Ayida up." Addison wanted to ask what had happened to Ayida's parents, but he found that he didn't truly want to know what lengths Griffith had gone to in order to pursue this knowledge. "That explains the weakened vital signs," he said, "but...the vacant stare, the lifeless gait, her response to your summons..." Griffith held up a second vial. "A further drug," he said. "This one dulls the senses, empties the will. It reduces Ayida's mind to a dream-like state. She believes herself to be a zombie, and hence it becomes true for her...as long as the drug lasts, of course. But Mama Kisanga has provided me with a supply, and I don't even need to worry about the dosage. Ayida is under orders to dose herself with the drug regularly. The slave enslaves herself!" he chortled. "But...then you could release her, bring her back to herself," Addison said, hoping Griffith would agree. "Oh, eventually," he said. "Once I have all the knowledge I need, I'll want to test how long it takes her to recover her faculties. But my research is simply too profitable right now." Addison blanched, horrified, but Griffith continued as if oblivious to his fellow doctor's shock. "It really is quite a fascinating psychological study, you know. She's utterly incapable of refusing orders. There is no taboo she will not cross, no task too degrading. Watch!" He clapped his hands again. "Ayida! Take your clothes off!" Addison wanted to look away as the girl removed her dress without a hint of hesitation, her actions as mechanical and methodical as when she had entered the room and performed with as much emotion. But something, shock or curiosity or some darker, more bestial emotion, stilled his tongue and his eyes and made him watch as Ayida bared her body for them. As a doctor, he had seen women unclad before, but something about this made it seem far more...perverse. He remembered Griffith's comments about Seabrook's 'deviancy', but evidently Griffith considered himself immune to such slanders. Griffith clapped again. "Ayida! Pleasure yourself!" The girl's hands reached down with slow, lifeless motion and felt their way between her thighs, finding her womanhood without a hint of shame or embarrassment...or for that matter, enjoyment. The motions of her fingers at the entrance of her womb seemed to stimulate her excitement not at all. She merely stared straight ahead, her jaw slightly slack, as her fingers worked at her nether regions. "I'm not sure if she really feels pleasure, of course," Griffith said. "She does lubricate, but that may simply be a physiological response. It's certainly worth further study, though..." "Enough!" Addison shouted, Griffith's obvious enjoyment of the spectacle finally shaming him into speech. "That is enough, Griffith. Give the poor thing her dignity." Griffith rolled his eyes. "Oh, very well," he said, clapping his hands once more. "Ayida! Put your clothes back on and go make us some tea." The girl complied, showing no signs of caring that two men had witnessed her in such immodest circumstances. Griffith, for his own part, resumed his seat as though he'd witnessed nothing more than an interesting medical development...but Addison caught sight of him adjusting his trousers slightly as he sat, and he suspected that Griffith had been making shameful use of the girl. Addison sat in silence for long moments, collecting his thoughts. Finally, he could hold them to himself no longer. "You spoke of profitable research," he said coldly, intending to upbraid Griffith for his callous disregard for the girl's decency. As the Bible said, 'What could it profit a man, if he gain the world but forfeit his soul?' But Griffith interrupted him with glee. "Oh, I'm certain it will be," he said. "Imagine the uses for it, Addison! A toxin that kills undetectably, whose dosage can be adjusted to produce seeming death instead of true death, weakness instead of apparent demise. Oh, I know that the weak-hearted fools in government have signed the Geneva Protocols, but those only cover warfare. This is to mustard gas as the scalpel is to the axe." He rubbed his hands together. "And that's to say nothing of the second drug." Ayida returned with the tea as he continued to speak, so caught up in his grandiose dreams that he failed to even notice Addison's appalled reaction. "I'll need to patent it, of course. But who wouldn't pay for a drug that could sap a man's will? Picture it, Addison!" He took a sip of his tea, finally giving Addison a chance to speak. "Oh, I can picture it all too well," Addison said. "It's demented, Griffith!" Ayida poured him a cup of tea, handing it over to him, but he refused to break the flow of his speech even as he accepted it. "A man's mind is sacrosanct, a gift from the Lord! What you're doing, what you're planning of taking further, it's monstrous! The temptation is obscene!" He took a drink of his tea. "Oh, I expected no better of you, Addison," Griffith said irritably. "You lack vision! You see before you a wonder of medicine, and a visionary who can see a better world beyond it, and all you can think about is invoking the Bible? Imagine a murderer, dosed with this drug and turned into a productive laborer! Imagine a madman, dosed with this drug and calmed of his fury!" "Imagine a woman," Addison retorted, "dosed with this drug and turned into a whore! You can't believe that people wouldn't use this drug for unscrupulous purposes, Griffith. Give a man the means to make anyone his slave, and they will do exactly that." Griffith leaned back in his chair and took another drink of tea, his ire seemingly abated to disdain. "And yet," he said, "the bokors have possessed this secret for centuries, and use it only sparingly. Explain that." Addison took another drink while he thought about Griffith's question. Pondering the past, instead of Griffith's nightmare future, seemed to calm him a little, but he remained no less adamant in his opposition. "Perhaps they cannot produce the powder in quantity," he said. "They're constrained not by desire, but by means." Griffith shrugged. It was evident on his face that he had grown bored with the conversation. "It matters not," he said. "They've given me the means, and I have the desire. You'll see." Addison thought briefly about storming out of the room, but a strange lethargy seemed to have overtaken his limbs. "I can't in good conscience allow...allow..." He paused, his train of thought somehow forgotten. "I..." He suddenly realized that this exhaustion was more than physical, but mental as well, and suddenly Griffith's words seemed more ominous with each passing moment. He looked down at the teacup he held, a dreadful suspicion growing in his mind. Looking back up at Griffith seemed to take every bit of strength in his body, and he didn't doubt for a moment now that he had been dosed with the mysterious, will-sapping drug. He tried to insist that he didn't believe in voodoo, that he wouldn't fall under the sway of the mysterious trance that held Ayida in its grasp, but something deep within his heart told him that while he might not believe in voodoo, he believed in the effects he'd personally observed. He knew that the drug could affect him just as surely as the superstitious peasant girl. He expected to see Griffith's triumphant leer, and braced himself for that high, reedy cackle. But instead, he was shocked to see that Griffith's eyes were every bit as glazed and vacant as he knew his own must be. Even as he watched, Griffith lost his grip on his teacup and spilled the dregs of the drink into his own lap, all without reacting at all. Addison's mind whirled in confusion as his head sank back down in exhaustion. If Griffith was affected as well, then who...? He heard the sound of clapping from outside the room, and Ayida walked out of his field of vision. Addison felt too weak to follow her even with his eyes. He didn't need to. Within moments, the mystery was solved when a dark-skinned woman walked into the room to stand in front of them. She wore a long white dress with a black men's jacket over it, and a men's top hat to boot. Smoked glasses covered her eyes, but her smile made the predatory look on her face clear nonetheless. Ayida stood by her side as though born to serve her, and Addison instantly knew that this must be Mama Kisanga. "The bokor do not share their secrets, white man," she said to Griffith. "Did you think that Ayida served you? She obeyed my commands above all others, reported to me your progress while you slept. And when I commanded, she made sure that you had a full measure of the knowledge you sought." Addison wanted to fight, to run, perhaps only to shout for help, but the drug seemed to lull him into a hazy, obedient dream. "And now," Mama Kisanga said, "I think it is time for you to leave your old life behind." Addison tried to think of his friends at the consulate, his duties as a doctor, but his mind seemed to still completely until all he could think of was following Mama Kisanga's commands. "Do not worry. I am not a harsh mistress. What need have I for whips and chains, when you cannot help but obey?" She clapped her hands. "Zombies!" she shouted. "Follow me." She turned, and blank-eyed, Addison and Griffith rose to their feet and walked behind her as she left the study, leaving nothing behind them but an empty house and a mystery that would never be solved. The British Consulate never discovered the missing Englishmen, and the natives knew better than to speak of the two pale zombies who harvested the sugar-cane crops by moonlight. Zombie I had been with my girlfriend for about two years. We never had any real problems with each other and got along a lot better than what most couples did, very rarely fighting, and always laughing, hugging and kissing. Of course this all changed when she dropped a bombshell and revealed to me she had been cheating on me with another guy. I was pretty hurt by that. But then she told me who it was, and it hit harder; it was my best friend, Trent. Breaking up with Gwen, I tried to move on and terminated my friendship with Trent. Of course, moving on and forgetting your girlfriend is never easy to do. "Saturday and here I am sitting in the tub..." I murmured do myself. My hand gently stroked my erection up and down while I shut my eyes, gently stroking my shaft up to the head. It seemed lately that I was always getting really horny, and although I knew that masturbating too much was bad, and could do a lot of harm to you, I was at that point where it was too hard to resist. My urge to just fuck someone was overwhelming, but what was I to do? I left my slut girlfriend, and catching aids didn't sound quite appealing to my taste, either. All I could do was beat myself. I sighed softly; inhaling the scent of powerful, pleasing bubble bath, while I carefully moved my hand up and down, starting from head, to base. "I need a girl so bad." I whined while shaking my head. My friend Melissa was only interested in me as a friend. So she wasn't up for the role of girlfriend and turned it down. I stroked faster. A I could think about was how good it was going to feel once I shot my hot semen into the tub. Images of Gwen and her big ass and big tits popped into my head; when she would ride me and her melons would shake uncontrollably with each time she bounced on me. I stroked harder. I thought about how puffy her nipples were, and how perfect they were for sucking, how I loved to pull on them with my mouth. My dick grew a little at the thought of suckling on her nipples and listening to her moan. I felt my dick heating up and knew then that I was about to blow jizz all over the tub. Her face as she sucked up and down on my manhood popped into my head, and how she would use her left hand to gently rub my balls, massaging them and scratching them with her nails. I stroked myself up and down until I finally felt my red helmet bubbling up and shooting sticky squirts all over the place. I breathed in relief, and rubbed out a few extra drops. Drops of cum floated around in the tub, in the water, around me while I finished the rest of my bath. "Well," I said to myself as I looked around at the floating, milky white drops, "at least I'll be able to focus on other things for a while." I had been wanting to head into town for a few days. So once I had gotten out of the tub, I brushed my short, brown hair and put on a denim shirt and jeans, and a pair of plain black sneakers and I was off. Once I was on Mainstreet, I heard my flip-phone begin to ring. I reached my hand into my pocket, and pulled the phone up to my ear, answering. "Ben?" I said. "Van! T--things are getting-I-" "What's going on? You're breaking up." I heard static on the other end, and then I narrowed my left eye, scrutinized my nose and sighed softly. But then I could hear him again, despite the static still being there. "VAN! HELP ME!" He screamed into the phone. "Where are you?" I sharply asked. "I'm on Deej Street. Hurry, Van!" "I'm coming!" I quickly hung up and threw the phone into my pocket, and pumping my arms, started running as fast as I could down the town street in a desperate, panicky rush to get where Benny was. When I arrived, I arrived just in time to see him being chased by a...Zombie? Yes; it was a zombie; there were two and both were female. One had dark brown hair and sickly green skin with pale eyes, while the other had pitch-black hair, whitish violet skin, less injuries, and blind-colored eyes. I froze. Benny, my tallest friend, and a pretty tough guy who had defended me through high-school until I buffed up enough, was trapped on the ground green skinned zombie girl, who had injuries through out her whole body. But not just that...She had stripped him naked. Her decomposing, wrinkly, decrepit hand grasped Benny's dick, and started to rub up and down while she growled; her face uncomfortably close to his. I think Benny was ashamed that he was becoming aroused against his will, because when his monster started to raise up, he looked away; trying to grit his chattering teeth. "Well," I kept my voice silent, "she's just jerking him off. Not trying to eat him." But as soon as I said that, SNAP! She pulled his dick right off of his body. I covered my mouth and turned away from the blond tough guy, and just tried my best not to yell of shout; to just stay quiet, even though by this point, I felt a few drops of liquid running down my eyes. I listened to him scream, but realized there was nothing I could do. I glanced back to look, and the zombie was feasting on where his dick used to be; taking in all she could get and even ripping off his left leg for a second meal. I did what anyone would do; I ran like the wind. But the black-haired, more attractive and healthy looking zombie, spotted me and gave chase. I found myself trapped in an alley, typical movie shit, and I backed against the was when she slowly came towards me. No ladder to climb up, no other exit, she was blocking the only one, I was screwed. "So you gonna take me out, too?" I inquired, trying to put on a brave face. She crept towards me. She walked, and walked, and walked slowly towards me, until she was right in front of me, making it impossible to do anything. Her eyes wandered down towards my crotch. She touched between my legs, and instantly upon touch, I went hard. Oh, great; I thought. She eyed my raging boner, and gently patted it with her hand; feeling it through my pants. "Let me go." I said, but without sounding as confident as I'd like. Her human instincts overcame her at that point, and she ripped my pants to shreds using a pair of dagger-like claws she had, and then yanked my boxers down my legs; eying the swollen instrument. She took me into her hand. She gently stroked me up and down with her whitish violet hands; her faded blue eyes staying locked completely on my throbbing, bulging red bell. I softly reached a hand down, running it through her long, jet-black hair. I was curious what it felt like. Even dead, her hair was as soft as a baby. She gazed up at me; faded, blind-colored eyes inspecting my expression for signs of approval and pleasure. She wanted to know that I was enjoying what she was doing; that I liked it. Her tongue emerged from her crimson-dipped lips I trembled. I wasn't sure what she was about to do, but I feared the worse, that this hot little zombie was going to castrate me just like her little friend did to Benny. She let out another guttural growl, then touched my rock-hard instrument with her wet, soft tongue. She reached her long, discolored nails to beneath my sac, and very delicately, with the most careful touch in the world, started to scrape alongside my fleshy bag. "Damn." I said out loud, closing my eyes. She dragged her tongue around the tip, licking my organ like it was an ice cream bar; making sure she was licking every single place. "W--wow..." I expelled, fighting, forcing myself through the pleasure. She stared at my face, increased her grip on my cock, then licked up towards the head, leaving a trail of blood, then licked back down, leaving another trail of blood behind in her tongue's wake, this time on my shaft. She licked the edges of my helmet with the tip of her tongue, but then started to drag her whole tongue all over my dick. "You're just teasing me.." I spoke, half agitated. She tilted her head slightly to the left, then averted her eyes from my face, got her whitish violet face close to my organ, then took me into her bloody mouth. She gazed back up to me, searching for approval, starting to suck on my tool. I sighed in pleasure; my fingers gently parting strands of Raven black locks; pushing her hair back. It was strange. She was coating me in crimson liquid, not natural saliva, but actual blood from human bodies...And yet, rather than being repulsed and nauseous as I should have been, I was enjoying it, enjoying the blowjob she was giving. She moved her head up and down slowly; her mouth moving up to my head, then down to my shaft; her bloody tongue working my manhood as well. "What's wrong with me?" I said aloud. "Why am I enjoying...This?" It was true. I was enjoying this. Enjoying it a lot more than I should have. She brought me out of her bloody mouth with a loud 'pop', licked the head relentlessly, then started kissing it with her soft, yet cold, lips. She took me back into her mouth, shoving me in quickly, and started to suck again, she moved her hand up and down, pumping me in her discolored hand. She brought her hand all the way down; trying to devour as much of my cock into her throat as she could, then pulled her head back, and brought it back down again, taking less of my dick into her mouth. It was wrong. But it felt so good. I was starting to not even care about right and wrong anymore. And she was moving, it's not like she was a lifeless corpse. She stopped pumping me momentarily, then just held me in her hand, firmly, and took all of the head into her mouth, jerking her head back and forth while she groaned softly. She sucked hungrily on my organ; the friction from her mouth almost seeming as if her goal was to pull it right off, but then, each time the friction grew, she'd become gentler again. She seemed to know exactly what to do. That surprised me, since she was was a zombie after all. I parted a few strands of hair from her face; brushing her bangs back gently with my fingertips, causing her to groan on my dick. She was getting rougher; her sucks loud, sloppy and wet. I bit down on my lip. My cock felt like it had reached the point of no return, and was about to explode a gooey hot mess all over the inside of her cold mouth. She worked her hand on my balls; gently rubbing my sac while she deep-throated my meat. Her nails gently scraped them while she gave a delicate sac massage that sent shivers throughout my body. It didn't take long before I filled her mouth up with come; releasing torrent after torrent in her generous mouth and causing her to groan loudly in pleasure. She removed her mouth from my still stiff cock, and stood up, walked towards me, and pushed her body against mine; cold mixing with heat, then pressed her lips against my own, kissing me tenderly. I was surprised at how much love and affection she was showing, especially given that she logically shouldn't be able to experience any of these feelings. Sexual desire and love should be impossible for her to feel. I grabbed her sides, holding her close besides me, and returned her kiss. Soon our kiss turned more desperate, and she seemed bent on getting her whole tongue down my throat. She finally pulled her mouth away, but gave one last gentle kiss before starting to tear off her clothes, growling and grunting while she did so. She started with her shirt, and pushed off her floral print short sleeve shirt, then her bra; unhooking it and letting it fall down to reveal two beautiful, yet rotting, breasts. They sagged slightly, but were plump, juicy and firm in appearance. Her nipples were large and perky on her 39DDs. Her eyes locked onto mine, and again, just like before, she searched my face for approval and satisfaction towards her revealing to me her naked body. She reached her hands down unzipped the zipper on her denim boy shorts, and slid them down her slender, discolored legs. She had on a pair of pink, silky panties. She removed theses as well, sliding them slowly down her legs before letting them land on the ground. I was surprised that her pussy was so unscathed compared to most of the rest of her body, yes, it was slightly discolored, but only of you looked hard enough; it still had the appearance of a healthy, pink cherry. She turned around so I could get a glimpse of her ass. She had a few small lacerations on and cuts her, with a small one being on her left ass cheek, and a cut mark located just underneath her crack, narrowly missing her dark hole. Her ass was shapely. A small bubble butt that was just as juicy looking as her big tits. She was wet. Drops of her womanly juices dripped down between her whitish violet legs, oozing from her pink cherry. She got down on her hands and knees, looking at me with a set of pitiful, pleading, nearly colorless eyes. I approached her, and upon her sticking her ass up, pushed my erection into her pussy from behind. She groaned I wasn't expecting her to be so tight when I entered her, but her muscles were just as strong as any normal woman was, and she squeezed me perfectly hard inside of her. "Sc...r...e..w...m...e." Was all she could manage. That was the only English she had spoken so far. Apparently she wasn't capable of much speech. I pushed the rest of my length into her, and she groaned again, soon letting out a rather voluminous hiss. Extending inside of her pussy a little bit, I had completely entered inside of her. I sent my first thrust into her, and she responded with a growl, and pushing and working her hips against me. I sent a harder thrust into her sweet cherry, then pulled out and heard her grunt. I grabbed her cheeks and gave a tight squeeze, getting a good feel of her gelatinous, decomposing flesh. I jammed back into her pussy, stabbing into her again, causing her to let a guttural cry out, and then a deep groan. She bounced her hips; her buns gliding. "Such a firm pussy." I murmured out loud. She must have heard me though, because she turned her head back to look at me while her rump danced. I was determined to blow a hot load into her, and to make her burst out into scream; I was desperate for her. I pulled out, then stabbed into her again, drawing out another guttural groan while she bared her teeth from pleasure, and glided on my cock. I just couldn't seem to get enough. Here I was, in the cold, wet pussy of a sexy zombie, something I should have found revolting and been ashamed of, and yet, all I could think about was fucking the crap out of her. I grew rougher with my thrusts and as I did so, she grew louder with her groaning and growling, so much so, that I was almost positive everyone could hear us screwing in the alley. But I didn't care. By now the smack of our bodies working together was filling my ears, and I focused on that beautiful sound, as well as her groaning and growling. Clop, clop, clop, clop. The smacking had grown much louder and was growing much more intense in sound. She was grinding her teeth furiously while I pounded her pussy relentlessly, but somehow her cold, scent-less breath managed to find it's way out of her mouth, even if somewhat muffled by her grinding whites. My breathing was growing heavier, and while I wasn't exactly moaning, my exhaling was getting much shallower. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I blasted all over the inside of her snatch. Sweat poured down my body while I fucked her like a wild beast. Digging in and out of her cunt, I speared in and out of her with powerful and unforgiving thrusts, ravaging her with nothing short of brute force. She bounced each time I thrust into her; shaking her ass against my cock, trying to match my speed. I finally reached my end, and felt a long storm of hot spurts shooting deep into her pussy. She gave a loud, drone-like wail, and then tightened herself on me, gushing all over the cement in an explosion of pussy juice. She got off her hands and knees, leaking all over the cement while she crawled into my arms. She started to kiss me again, but this time she grabbed my dick and led it straight into pussy, pushing it deep into her snatch, growling against my lips. I pushed my lips against hers and reached for her decomposing breasts, rubbing her perfectly healthy, big perky nipples. She started to ride me. She deepened the kiss; gently bouncing up and down on me in short bursts. I was afraid to pull on anything on her body, but was relieved when I pulled on her nipples and they stayed intact. She seemed to enjoy having her nipples pulled on, because her kissing grew more aggressive while she hopped up and down on my erection. I kissed back with as much force as her; wanting her mouth just as much as I wanted her body. Her tits bounced up and down with her movements; just slapping my hands with pillow soft flesh while we kissed. I could taste the rusty tinge of blood flowing from her mouth, and entering mine. I pictured the countless people who's lives must have been lost to this beautiful, busty creature of darkness; her feasting an arm and then a leg, and even someone's innards, and yet...Here I was; kissing her like she was the only girl in the world. Had I really fallen for her? In love with a zombie. Banging a zombie. Kissing a zombie. What did that make me? I knew what it made me...And even though it was sickening, I couldn't bring myself to drive her away from me. I wanted her. I knew that. "Fuck me hard." I breathed into her bloody, cold mouth. She made a soft 'mmnh' noise in my mouth, and then leaned slightly forward onto me, wrapped her arms lovingly around me neck, creating a ring around it, and started to hump my manhood more aggressively. She kissed me even harder, which I gladly returned; the two of us seeking refuge in one another's mouths while we engaged into rough, aggressive sex out in the open, where anyone could see us if they walked by the alley. She pushed her nipples hard against my hands, grunting upon them touching me, and then they went hard and erect upon touching the flesh of my hands. I gently pinched her nipples, and she hissed loudly into my mouth, scooting herself further into my cock, trying to devour my mouth with her lips. I gently reached my hands to her tush, grabbing the cold, heat devoid cheeks of her ass, and pushed them up slightly while they came back down to push down on my length. She pushed her tits against me; so that her erect, hard, perky pink buds were pushing into me, tightening her grip around my neck, and flooding my mouth with pools of drool that I was forced to swallow. I felt her tongue explore the inside of my mouth; licking the roof of my mouth, then finally making it's way towards my tongue, gently flicking it and rubbing it. Her speed and aggression grew. She humped me harder; lifting herself up, then letting herself down; bucking her hips like a wild horse. She removed her mouth from mine and rested her face in the crook of my neck, bouncing her rump up and down and up and down again on my meat; growling and hissing each time she did so. I kissed the top of her head; just letting my lips gently brush against the discolored flesh while she slammed herself down onto my throbbing stick each time she landed. "Baaagh..." She fucked me hard; pounding her hips while drops of sweet nectar dribbled down her legs and coated my cock. I felt her mouth open, and her lips pulled on the flesh of my neck; sucking hard on it while she bounced faster and harder; really working my cock inside of her cold, wet pussy. I took one of her breasts and sucked on it; sucking hard on her nipple while I watched her bouncing right in front of my face. Zombie "Harder." I ordered her; suckling her pinky. She hissed, then growled, and kissed my neck hastily while she started bouncing up and down as fast as she could muster. "Heeengh!" She growled, punishing my dick with her body. I felt her upper body spasming against me; like her upper body was doing the bouncing as opposed to her hips. I grabbed her back with both arms; holding her with an unshakable grip while she lost herself to pleasure, growling and groaning with each time she rocked her uncontrollable hips. "F--FUCK!" I cried. I was positive everyone in town heard me when I said that. "Hnghh! Hnghh, hnghh!" Her tone had grown so loud that it had even put my shallow breathing to shame. I suckled harder on her nipple; my mouth squeezing and pulling hard. "A--AAANGHH..." Her tone became more shallow, and her sounds were becoming much more akin to an actual zombie as she continued riding me. "I'm going to come all over you." I hoarsely stated to the busty zombie. Already I was feeling the heat becoming too unbearable, and knew I was going to be filling her up with my thick vanilla. I suckled as hard as I could; drool coating her tits from my hungry, longing mouth. Clop, clop, clop, clop, smack, smack smack. "H--nghhh!" She groaned again. That was it. I couldn't take it anymore; this was too much for me to handle anymore. "I'm coming!" I Said loudly; squeezing her body tight and releasing my load info her. She held on tight, rocked her hips one last time, then overflowed with pussy juice right as I started filling her up with hot jizz. She climbed off of me, and my dick went flaccid. I tried desperately to catch my breath from the intense sex I had just engaged with this creature of the dead and cradled her in my arms; kissing her forehead lovingly. We lay in the alley together, naked and exhausted. I couldn't believe all the things I had done with her, but more than that, I couldn't believe I had screwed a zombie. While I stood there and tried to wrap my head around all this; her mouth started inching towards my penis again. "Aren't you tired yet?" Her teeth went razor sharp, and she placed her whole mouth over my dick; ripping it right off and literally swallowing the head. I quickly rose from my bed, and shook my head hysterically, but started laughing upon realizing everything was just a bad nightmare, it was a dream. I uncovered myself, and looked between my legs; I jizzed in my pants. I swung my feet over the bed, rose from the bed, and walked over towards my nightstand; grabbing my flip phone, dialing a number. "Hey! Coriander, I was wondering if you'd like to get together on Friday and maybe go see that new horror movie that came out, Blood and Sex?" Zombie Apocalypse Dear Readers: I apologize for the delay in my writing. Life doesn't like to wait. I know some of you probably want me to finish my other stories, and I'll try to get to it soon. This story is something different from the type I usually write, but I hope you'll like it. If you'd like me to continue it, please let me know. This chapter doesn't contain a lot of sex, but I promise to make it juicier as I go. As always, please vote and comment! --- I shifted in my chair. I could feel his eyes on me, making it hard to focus on what Jessie and Jason were saying. The hair-raising sensation of being watched had goose bumps popping up on my skin. I looked around until I saw him. My stomach flip-flopped even as I tried to ignore him. Finnegan Kendrick: college nemesis. Okay, so he wasn't exactly my nemesis, but mentally I thought of him that way. I still held a grudge for the almost date we had two months ago... *** I noticed him the first day of our European Lit class. He was easily the most handsome guy in the room. His auburn hair was short, and his pale blue eyes were striking in their intensity. His face was angular with a slim nose that fit his face well. I would guess he was about 6 feet tall; five or so inches taller than me. A baby blue polo and jeans couldn't quite disguise his muscular frame. He was drop dead gorgeous. As for myself, I would admit to being attractive, although I definitely felt I was slightly out of Finn's league. At 5'7", weighing in at 130 I had a decent figure. Full hips, a round ass, and a 34D chest weren't bad to have. Dark brown, almost black hair fell halfway down my back in soft curls, and my big hazel eyes had a habit of changing with the weather. Usually they were a mixture of brown and green. He sat right next to me that first day. Even then I would feel his eyes on me every so often. As the professor called names for attendance, I caught him looking once and smiled, one of those "aren't first days awkward, but nice to meet you" smiles, but he didn't smile back. The moment got slightly more awkward and I turned back to our overweight professor. That evening when I got back to my dorm, I flopped onto my purple bed and tried to relax. My roommate Jessie, also my best friend from high school, came in ten minutes later with a huge smile. She jumped onto my bed with me. "Hey Logan, how's it goin'? she asked. I sighed. "I miss winter vacation." "Awe, come on. There are a ton of hot guys here this semester. One of them is in my anatomy class. You wouldn't have to ask me twice to check out his anatomy," she wiggled her blonde eyebrows suggestively. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her playfully. "You're ridiculous." "C'mon Lo, don't tell me there wasn't at least one hot guy in all of your classes." Immediately I thought of the guy from my English class. The teacher had called him Finn. He was hot, but there was something about him that made him seem... intense. I looked up at Jess, and my silence must have given me away because she had a huge grin on her face. "So there was a hot guy," she prodded. "Yes, he was hot, gorgeous actually. But he just kept staring like some brooding Edward Cullen. His name is Finn. He probably wouldn't be interested. Maybe I just had something in my teeth." "Honey, you're sexy and he was staring, of course he was interested. When was the last time you got laid anyway?" she asked. This time instead of throwing a pillow, I threw my slippers instead. "Hey!" she shouted playfully. "Well if you weren't such a perv," I said with a smile, "I wouldn't have to throw things at you. I'm not even into the Edward type. Besides, my goal is to get a 4.0 this semester, and a boyfriend would probably just interfere." "Whatever you say girlie, but I swear he's into you." *** For a week I tried to ignore his stare, but it was driving me crazy. I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but I was developing a crush on a guy I had never even spoken to. I had even turned down a lot of offers from hot guys on campus because the only guy I could think of was him. How was a smart girl like me falling for some brooding college guy? It seemed slightly reminiscent of Bella and Edward, and that thought alone made me cringe. Finally one day I slid into my desk next to him, and when I felt his blue eyes on me I stared right back. "Why do you keep staring at me?" I demanded to know. My question seemed to take him by surprise, I could see his brows furrow as he thought of a response. "Well?" I insisted. "I don't know," he answered. The answer frustrated me, but the look on his face said that he was telling the truth and that he didn't necessarily like it. The conversation ended there, and I turned and tried to pay attention to the professor. I felt his eyes roam over my body, and it almost felt like they were caressing me. It was difficult to sit still when my mind kept wondering exactly how much it would take to shake his calm. Wait a minute. What was I thinking? This guy had heartache written all over him, and I wasn't going to let some guy keep me from keeping my spot on the Dean's list. Periodically I would check the clock, impatient to get to my next class, away from his stare. As soon as English was over, I grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. I made it a few yards before I heard his deep voice call out. "Logan, wait!" I took a few more steps, debating, before I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He must have paid close attention in class to have learned my name. Either that or he had asked someone about me. I wondered which it was, and found both possibilities to mean that he was interested. My heart thumped at the thought, but I mentally scolded myself. I should stay away from the jerk. I raised a brow and looked at him expectantly. He really tries my usual good humor. "Would you go get coffee with me tomorrow morning?" The question was unexpected and it took me a moment to think about it. The intelligent portion of me said no, I definitely shouldn't go. But the butterflies in my stomach told me that I wanted to. Before I could change my mind, I answered him. "Okay, where?" For the first time, I saw him smile, "The school café. I'll meet you there around 8:30?" "Ummm, I have a class at 8:40, maybe 8 o'clock or 8:15?" I countered a little bit nervous. "Okay, I'll see you then." He smiled one last time, then turned and walked away. I couldn't decide if I felt excitement or regret. I decided to throw caution to the wind for just a little bit and be excited. I couldn't wait to finish up my classes so I could chat with Jessie. I pulled out my iPhone to send her a text. 'Girl talk later, I have news!' My phone dinged a few moments later with her response. 'Finally!' That evening I waited impatiently for Jess to get back. Her classes ran later than mine. The first thing I heard when she opened the door was "Alright, spill it sister." "He asked me out!" I said happily. "I told you he was into you! Are you going out to dinner?" she asked. "Not dinner, coffee." "Oh. Well coffee is nice, but not as good as dinner. Maybe he wants to feel you out before he asks you on a real date. It's easy to escape coffee if things go badly, but at dinner, you're stuck. At least if he ends up being a jerk you can flee more easily," Jess added. Her response left me slightly less excited and I think she noticed. "Don't worry Logan, you're smart and funny and gorgeous, and he's definitely going to like you." I smiled at that. "Thanks Jess, now you have to help me pick out and outfit for tomorrow!" The next morning I showed up to the College Union Café at 8:05. I wore dark blue skinny jeans, a cream colored V-neck under a brown leather jacket and some sexy brown boots. The outfit showed off my curves while giving me the hint of a wild edge. I tried to look calm instead of nervous, but I was looking forward to hearing more than a sentence from him. I scanned the coffee shop, and at first I didn't see Finn. After a second glance I stopped cold. There he was, standing against the counter, with some stupid blonde plastered against him, looking like she was trying to give him bedroom CPR. I didn't need to see any more. I turned on my heel and walked out of the building. Dejected, I sunk to the steps of Strosacker Hall. What the fuck? How did I agree to get coffee with a guy who wasn't only a player, but a bad one at that. Forget dinner one night. Seeing him in class would be bad enough. Thankfully, I only had English on Mondays and Wednesdays. That gave me four days to prepare myself for seeing him again. Only four days to try and figure out a way to keep from punching him in the face on Monday for being such a dick. *** At 8 o'clock sharp Finn was at the café. He wasn't sure why he was so fascinated with Logan Hartley, but that didn't negate the fact that he was. The obvious reason was because she looked like a green eyed goddess, but it was more than that. There was something about her, maybe her smile, or her quiet intelligence, or possibly something else altogether. Whatever it was, it was captivating. He knew he stared, but he couldn't help it. Finn was used to studying hard for his classes and pushing himself to excel in cross-country. He was determined to get a good education and a good job so he didn't end up like his father, a drunk who never kept a decent job. If not for his wonderful mother, he probably wouldn't even be in college right now. Luckily, his deadbeat father had passed away some years ago. Too bad memories didn't pass so easily. Despite his determination, he found he couldn't ignore his attraction to Logan. So after a week he had given in and asked her out. Kind of. He could work on his social skills a little. He checked his watch, only 8:01. Finn had just decided to go pick a table to wait at when Carina walked up to him. Cari was some blonde idiot his brother Tristan, a senior at the same college, had set him up on a date with last fall. Despite his brother's good intentions, the date had been a failure. Well, to Finn anyway. Carina was an airhead and completely annoying. She had that clingy air that made him grateful when it was over. And even though it had been a long dry spell for him, he declined when she offered to go home with him. Since then, she texted him non-stop and wasn't dissuaded by his lack of reply. "Hey Finn, I've missed you handsome," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned inwardly in misery. "Well I didn't miss you Carina," he said back, hoping she would get the picture. Instead, she chuckled. "Always such the joker. You don't have to be all macho, you can admit to missing me too," she responded happily. Finn put his hands to push her away, knowing that he had to get rid of her before Logan arrived. Without physically hurting her, there was nothing he could do. Cari had a death grip and was only getting in closer. She even leaned in farther, and all of the sudden her lips were on his. Her tongue probed the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Out of the corner of his eye, Finn saw Logan. The look on her face when her eyes found him made his stomach drop. Finally he pushed Carina hard enough to get her to back up, but Logan was already walking away. Finn looked back to Cari. "Don't ever kiss me again. Stay away from me, and stop texting me you psycho!" With that said, he started walking away. "You don't mean that Finn! Don't walk away from me! FINN!" Finn didn't care, he had to get away from that crazy bitch before he slapped her. His mother would hunt him down if he ever hurt a woman. He also knew it wouldn't do any good to look for Logan. She wouldn't believe him even if he did try to explain. Hell, he wouldn't believe it if he were her. He probably never had a chance with her again. Well, at least he had four days to prepare before he had to face her. Somehow he didn't think it would be enough. *** I waited outside of Jessie's class. I was in desperate need of a girl talk, and it couldn't wait. Jess could tell something was wrong when she came out. "Uh oh. Tell me everyting." And so I did. I told her about the stupid slutty blonde and Finn kissing her. "I liked him Jess. How could I like a guy like that?" I asked her seriously. "Babe, most guys aren't that stupid. I don't see why he would have asked you out only to French some chick in front of you. But, I could be wrong. Men are pigs, right?" "Right," I sighed. But I hadn't wanted this one to be a pig too. "He didn't even try to explain. He didn't come after me either." "Men, ay." *** Heat pooled between my thighs. Strong hands cupped my full breasts. Deft fingers tugged on my hard nipples. It felt so good I moaned. My hands gripped the sheets as soft lips traveled from my throat to my breasts, a tongue licking the valley between them. My eyes were shut against the ecstasy. I rubbed my thighs together, restless and needy. One of those strong hands slid down over the soft plane of my stomach to my silky wetness. One finger flicked my clit and I cried out in pleasure. I didn't want it to stop. "Please," I begged, not sure what I was begging for, but wanting it all the same. I spread my legs farther apart, inviting the hand to touch me some more. Two fingers slid inside my pussy and my back bowed off the bed. I couldn't keep quiet and my head was thrashing on my pillow. So long, it had been so long since I felt pleasure like this. And whoever was giving me said pleasure was exceptionally good at it. Teeth started biting my nipple, gently at first, then harder, until the pain mixed with the wonderful sensations jolting to my core. The hand between my legs must have been covered in my juices. I was getting closer to that peak, I needed it so badly. The hand slid out of me and I groaned in disappointment. I wasn't disappointed for long. I felt him settle in the vee of my legs. He? My eyes flew open to see Finn above me. His intense blue stare trained on my face. Without warning, his cock slid into me. He filled me up completely in that one thrust, and I shouted when I felt the fullness. I was so tight that it hurt a little, but I craved every inch of him. His usually stoic face showed his arousal, he looked like some Greek God above me, muscles straining, hips pumping. His dick was glistening with our juices as it sawed in and out of my hot pussy. "Finn! Make me cum Finn, I need you, please!!" I was nearly screaming with the need to cum. His thick dick bumped my cervix each time he slid in, and I was so close. Just a little more, almost there. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. He supported himself on one arm while he slid one hand to my pussy. He pinched and flicked my clit and I shattered around him, coming on his cock with a scream. My release triggered his, and as I felt his cock shoot his cum deep in me, I heard him shout my name... "LOGAN! Wake up! I don't know what kind of dream you're having, but I can't sleep with you moaning like that!" Jess yelled at me. She threw a pillow at me, then grumpily rolled back over. I tried to slow the racing of my heart. It was just a dream? Of course it was just a dream. I wasn't going to let some womanizer like Finn fuck me. No way! He was sexy and all, and if he hadn't been kissing that bimbo... No! No what ifs, and no Finn. Geez! *** Two months later, Logan still wouldn't speak a word to him. The Monday morning after, he had attempted to talk to her, but she ignored him, and she had ignored him every day since. He didn't know what to do. So he tried his best not to think of her, except when she was right next to him. English was torture, smelling her fruity perfume, hearing her sexy voice. He was being punished for that episode with Carina by being put so close to something, someone that he couldn't have. He never lingered long in that room once class was over. After class one day Finn went to the student union to relax and study. He was doing an assignment for his advanced biology class. From his table he saw Logan walk in with a skinny girl with strawberry blonde hair and some tall guy with brown hair. The trio chose a table not too far from his. He didn't like the way the guy was checking Logan out, but he had no place being jealous or territorial. Finn tried to do his homework, but he was slower than usual. He spent half of his time watching Logan, and the one time their eyes met she scowled and looked quickly away. He didn't blame her, but he still wished he could explain. About ten minutes later, some techie started shouting. "Hey! Everybody come here, you won't believe this video!! COME ON!" His excitement drew you in, and everyone in the café gathered around him to see what the video was, including Logan. With all of the jostling, she ended up right next to Finn, even though she didn't look happy about it. Once everyone was quiet the techie turned on the video. There was some sort of news anchor on the screen. Before long everyone were stunned. "Hello, this is an emergency broadcast from Vancouver, Canada. I am inside, as you can tell. Outside there are people, human beings, attacking other people. Men, women and children and turning into savage beasts, and tearing apart anything in their paths. They seem to have turned into cannibalistic animals," her voice was shaking, and we saw why. Some little girl in a pink sundress and white jacket had a chunk of her skull missing while she chewed on some fallen man's intestines. Growling could be heard from the creatures, as well as screams from the people running on the streets outside. "We caution you to remain indoors if you are in the area. Be aware of anyone that looks pale, won't speak, and has obvious injuries without being affected. If you are absolutely sure that this hasn't spread where you are, hurry to somewhere safe. Take food and weapons, and do not come out. Shoot them in the..." Then there were screams and static as the video cut out. They were all stunned into silence. Could this really be happening? Those things looked like... zombies. But zombies couldn't be real, could they? Resident Evil was fiction, and so was The Walking Dead, right? Finn felt a hand grip his, and looked to see Logan holding on tightly as she watched the screen. The techie scrolled down the page and found more videos from all over Europe and Asia. All posted within the past three days. He went to CNN.com and saw videos from the west coast. CNN wouldn't joke, or show edited videos to scare people. There were too many videos, it couldn't be a joke. All of the news channels were showing videos and warning alerts showed up on all of the other channels. This was real.