A one-way conversation

The bite wasn't particularly deep. But it was deep enough to break the skin, deep enough to inject the virus into his bloodstream.

After kicking you off, he climbs the ladder, and then lays down at the bottom of the staircase, taking off his boot in a hurried panic. "Fuck! Fuck! What the hell do I do now!? Do I cut it? Shit, Dee's got the knife..."

He groans, letting out his frustration into the fresh evening air.

"I would probably bleed to **** anyway if I cut off my foot. Wouldn't be in a much better situation, right?" He looks down at you, as if expecting a response. "Yeah, you're right, that wouldn't take me out of this shit."

You cock your head to the side. Intrigued by the weird noses coming out of this man's mouth. Unlike earlier with the screaming redhead, you do not feel frustration at your inability to reach this man. Maybe, part of you knows that the bite means he'll soon be a sex-crazed ghoul like you, and you'll get to play with him when he eventually realizes how fuckable you look in your cute little pink outfit.

"Fuck. Fuck." He takes a deep breath. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I swear a lot when I'm upset... No, not... I'm not upset at you... not really. It's not your fault you got turned into a monster. I'm sure you were a nice gal before all this."

He turns on his side, eyeing you through the metal bars of the staircase's floor.

"Name's Ron, by the way. If we're gonna be on teeth-sinking terms, we might as well know each other's name."

You stare back, your gaze blank.

"Right."

You slip your hand down your tight little crop top, retrieving a small individually-packed gum. Using your teeth to help your one hand, you tear open the packet of waxed paper, revealing the treasured pink cube. You shove it into your mouth; The sugary treat will help you stomach the wait until your prey finally succumb to the virus.

"You like gum, huh?"

You chew until the gum becomes malleable enough, and then you start blowing a nice pink bubble.

"Hmmm. Bubblegum. Good choice. You got any more of those?"

You blow another bubble.

"Fine, keep them all for yourself, I don't care." He turns back on his back and huffs, as if your **** to share your gum was just as offensive as the lethal bite you administered half an hour ago.

"You must think we're assholes, running out like that and leaving Moira like that... I only joined this group a week ago. It's not like I had a deep bond or anything. If anything, the others are more at fault, because they were actually friends with Moira. To me, they still basically strangers... Fuck, listen to me making excuses. I guess... I guess I do feel bad for abandoning her. And I still ended up getting fucked in the end."

He stays silent for a moment. In the distance, you no longer hear Moira's screams. The only noises in the alleyway are garbage rustling in the wind, and the popping of gum bubbles. The alleyway grows dark as the blanket of night takes hold of the sky.

"You don't know... You don't know what it's like to be alive in this hellworld. Every day is just... Fear and pain and suffering... Everyone's scraping to get by, trying to eat and avoid your kind... To be perfectly honest, zombies aren't even the worst part. Some of the other survivors are... Shit, they ain't well.

"You... well, your kind, you got an excuse to act like monsters. You've got this virus rotting your mind. But the survivors? Fuck. Some are just monsters because that's who they've always been, and society was just holding back their wickedness."

You can still make out the shape of his body though the grated floor, but the darkness hides his features.

"I don't know if it's the bite making me say this or the fact that I'm just so fucking tired... but I think it wouldn't be so bad if I became one of yous. What's a typical day in your life, Bubblegum? Roll around, eat candy, sex? Fuck, that doesn't sound so bad compared to whatever shitty survival I got going on.

"You know, maybe I should just come down there right now, get it over with. One last fuck before I become a mindless shambling corpse, right?"

*Pop*

"Are you actually mindless? Is there any rationality left in that brain of yours? I mean, you've got enough sparks going off in there to keep snacks for later, so there must be at least some coals left in the furnace, right?"

*Pop*

"Yeah, sorry I asked."

He sighs. He's been up there for a while now, showering you with his scent. You sniff the air, trying to get as much of it as you can. The strong manly musk is very exhilarating, and you can't help but rub between your legs. You let out a slight moan as you begin pleasuring yourself.

"Are you...?" You hear him shuffling, as he turns to get a better look down. It's hard to make out in the dimming light, but you think he's on his belly, staring down at you. "Are you masturbating?"

In response, you spread your legs a little wider and pick up your fingering pace. Your moans get a little louder, and now he can surely hear the noises of fingers flicking sloppily on your wet folds. You look up at him while masturbating. You're not consciously trying to entice him (you don't really do anything consciously these days), but from the sound of his quickened and louder breathing, it's certainly doing something to him.

"Fuck it," he whispers, getting back up on his feet. "If I'm gonna die, I might as well get one last fuck out of it."

You watch eagerly as he climbs down the ladder, towards you and your hungry undead cunt.