Best not to get involved

Kathryn feels bad for the woman, she really does, but it’s really not her problem. She already has someone to save, which can’t happen if she gets zombified trying to play hero. Not to mention Kathryn isnt anyone firsts choice of hero. With only 130 pounds of mass behind her, it’s not like she could overpower any of the zombies, especially not the middle aged male one who had to be at least 250 pounds. Kathryn wasn’t an action hero who could leverage someone’s weight against them and let gravity do the heavy lifting. If the woman had wanted someone to save her, she should have let a bunch of elderly zombies corner her. Or better yet, not let the zombies get their hands on her in the first place. It really wasn’t that hard, Kathryn had been giving them the slip hours at this point.

So, as a female zombie pulled down the woman’s pants and underwear, Kathryn did nothing. The woman screamed and kicked, struggling futile to escape. Kathryn didn’t know why she bothered, her fate was already sealed, she might as well enjoy it. The woman pressed her legs together as the zombies began trying to pry them apart, eager to get at her sweet folds. The muscles in the woman’s legs flex as she tried to resist, but even an Olympic sprinted wouldn’t have been able to over power the three zombies. Her legs were pried open, and the zombie waisted no time in burying her face in the woman’s pussy. The woman’s screams turned into a sudden moan, her back arching as the zombies began sucking her clit. In an instant, all the fight in her was gone, her tense body relaxing under the soothing strokes of the zombie’s tongue. Her legs wrapped around the zombie’s shoulders, her hips angling her pussy so the zombie had full access to it.

Kathryn watched the zombification unfold, unable to look away from the process. The way the woman writhed, no longer in fear but in pleasure, every nerve in her body screaming at once. She moaned unabashedly, the guttural tone echoing in Kathryn’s ears. It was horrific, yet at the same time undeniably beautiful. To see a person lost in the throes of lust, their free will being stripped away, now being willingly given away. To be able to make a person submit at just a touch, zombification must feel incredible.

Forcing herself to look away, Kathryn turned, the woman’s moans still echoing in the streets. She walked back the way she came, back to the fence she was midway up before the woman had so rudely startled her. If you’re going to turn into a undead whore, at least have the decency to do so quietly. Although, the show had been nice, a patch of wetness damp between Kathryn’s legs. She half wished she had stayed long enough to see the woman cum and fully zombify, although then there would have been four horny zombies without a human to fuck.

Lacing her fingers in the fence mesh, Kathryn climbed up gripping tighter this time in case there were any other inconsiderate noises. It seemed no one else had anything to say, as she made it up and over the fence this time. Landing on the other side, Kathryn resumed her trek through the city. She had planned out a rough route in her hand before leaving, although she was making up the exact pathing as she went along. She needed to get across the highway to the other side of town. The fastest way there was to walk through a gated community, hence the need to hop over the fence. Kathryn didn’t know why these people felt the need to physically separate themselves from everyone else, maybe to make themselves feel farther up the totem pole than they were.

The other side of the fence was someone’s back yard. Kathryn walked around the side of the house into the street and began making her way through the neighborhood. The houses in the neighborhood were nicer than the average one, but not enough to need a fence around. That one though might deserve a fence, it was a large home with three stories, its front door ringed with Roman columns. Its front door was solid wood and engraved with a flower design.

Kathryn was so busy observing the house, that she barely heard him in time. A zombie, purple golf shirt torn but still hanging to his green body, was running full sprint at her from between two cars. Kathryn’s body moved with her brain telling it to, breaking in a sprint. Self preservation is a wonderful thing. She tore across the front lawn, barely avoiding tripping over a sprinkler. She was halfway across when she saw them, zombies streaming out of the next door house. Immediately they saw Kathryn, their white pupils focusing on their newfound prey. With zombies now closing in from two sides, Kathryn had **** but to turn towards the beautiful house. She tore across the lawn and ran up the steps to the carved front door. She pulled on the handle, only for the door not to budge. Kathryn pulled with all her might, cursing as the zombies grew near.