Annette attempts to sprint through

Annette focused on the spaces between the zombies ahead of her. She just had to slip through faster than the dead could react to her, how hard could it be?

After collecting her breath, she wasted no further time and started running towards the horde. Just as the ones at the back turned to investigate the noise behind them, the redhead was already weaving through the next row of zombies. She couldn't believe that this was actually working. Could the accumulated mess of zombie cum splattered down her front be masking her presence somewhat? Her mind went a mile a minute as she quickly identified the next gap to disappear into.

As she got closer to the fighting, the amount of zombies got more dense. She started to struggle to see a path forward. Brief hesitations attracted decayed hands as bony fingertips ripped parts of her stained blouse and tore through her pants, grazing the skin underneath. Pushing through the resistance saved herself at the cost of her clothes, as they became riddled with holes and scratches. Annette could clearly make out the faces of the villagers ahead of her now as she neared the wooden defences.

Spotting the next space to exploit in the zombies' ranks, the Priestess darted for it. Before she could reach it, one of the zombies next to it turned towards her, blocking the way out. Below its sparse, greasy white hair, Its face was an ugly map of warts, gray-green skin and blackened lips. Realising what it was looking at, the creatures maw opened, revealing a handful of yellowed teeth. Annette had already committed to her run and couldn't slow down even if she wanted to, causing her to barrel straight into the creature, knocking them both to the ground.

Annette pulled her cheek up from the sticky rotten chest of the creature in a daze, trailing all manner of filth along with her. She found herself laying atop the cadaver in the middle of a circle of zombies - She had failed. The zombie under her roared up at her, spraying her face with thick yellow spittle and the terrible odour that accompanies it...

Despite being caught, her heartbeat rose not from fear, but... excitement? She finally came to terms with the fact that a part of her wanted this and it could be suppressed no longer. The same part of her that told her to keep on pleasuring the blind zombie, to take its leaking, rotten cock into her mouth and hungrily swallow whatever filth flowed out from it. The same part that wanted her to get caught in the alleyway and filled with putrid seed. The same part of her that told she could probably just run through a horde to the survivors - a horde of undead that somehow elicited an impossibly heavy lust in her heart.

Smiling to herself, she reached down and pulled up the remains of her torn, sticky blouse up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her hands then dropped to her pants as she roughly pulled the remaining fabric between the damage, exposing her ever growing wetness soaking through her panties. Clammy palms reached up to her shoulders, pulling down and pinning her to the creature, unaware that she had absolutely no intention of leaving now.

Reaching down, the redheaded beauty reached into the rags that barely contained the zombie's rotting erection, closing her fingers around the cold hardening length and covering her digits once again in the slimy precum still present slathered over her tits and mixed in with rotten seed. Giving it a few playful tugs, that was both for her twisted pleasure and to placate the monster below her, she guided it out of the thin coverings and guided it towards her overflowing sex. Annette reached her other hand down and pulled aside her panties and adjusted her position above the zombie, promptly lowering herself onto the turgid cockhead.

As the cold flesh pushed through her hot entrance, she moaned loudly. Planting her palms flat against the monster's chest, she began to rock herself against it, plunging its member deeply into her. Growling, the cadaver continued to roughly pull her down, barely letting Annette get any height as she straddled it, resulting in the thrusts slamming into her right up to its festering crotch. The fetid cock spread the filth from the mottled flesh hanging along it, painting her inner walls with a cold, greasy slime that felt alive within her, as hidden occupants infesting the sludge squirmed around her deepest parts.

The mental image alone of the torrents of disgusting substances and insects being stuffed into her from the most revolting partner she had the fortune to encounter quickly pushed her over the edge as she quickly climaxed with enough **** to send her flat on her belly. Catching her breath, she looked up at the horrid face of the zombie inches from her and planted her lips around the disgusting open maw that leaked a steady yellow drool. While it continued to pump into her, she feverishly stuck her tongue out and trailed it around and between the yellowed teeth, probing the squishy gums as she eagerly tasted every revolting flavour of putrefaction on offer before meeting the cold, mushy and saliva-ridden tongue of her partner.