Curiosity is a bitch.

Shrugging her shoulders, the tall blonde, pushed the door open with her black leather boot, and stared into the apartment. The place was torn up, and it was obvious, this apartment had been one of the first to go.

Moving through the living room, she saw the kitchen just beyond. The fridge door was closed, and she knew there might be food inside. Glancing down a hall that bisected the two rooms, she could hear a shower going. Either they had left it on, or someone was using it. Since zombies didn?t shower, it meant the possibility of a survivor.

Moving down the hall, she entered the bedroom, which was also torn up, the bathroom door was slightly ajar as well. She was starting to feel like she was in a horror movie. An apt if not chilling thought.

Pushing the door open, she saw through the steam a silhouette in the glass. From the way it moved it was obvious, it was washing its body. Breathing a sigh of relief, she got a mischievous thought, and snuck toward the door.

Grabbing the sliding door's handle, she slid it open. "Hey baby, whats your sign?" She grinned at the man. From the first look he was hot, all corded muscles, and smooth flesh.

As he turned she was stunned by two things she hadn?t expected. One, the dead eyes of an infected, and two, his huge cock. Her eyes widened, as the startled zombie growled low.