Don't resist...

What's the use? Survival is overrated anyway. If the world is going to end, you might as well join the winning team, instead. Though nervous, you're sure that - judging by how it looked for the other woman - it won't hurt at all. Actually, it looks like it feels really, really good. Your heart is racing with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Thoughts race through your head, thoughts that will be some of your very last. Will you still be "you" when you're a zombie? Will it feel good? Will you be killed by a survivor? Would you make a very good zombie anyway?

Topless, you approach the infected woman, whose outstretched hands grope for flesh. The lucky thing will have willing prey, your volunteered body happy to consent to the monster's advances. Your apprehension is feverish, and your heart threatens to jump out of your mouth. Butterflies fill your stomach. This is the biggest decision of your life, after all, and it will be the one which ends it.

Even if you don't know what to do, the zombie certainly does. Her hands squeeze your nude breasts, groping and molesting them with cold, cold fingers. You give a cute squeak as you briefly think of changing your mind and bolting before the zombie removes any traces of doubt from your mind with a tongue kiss straight to the mouth. The infection hits your brain like a fever, slowing your mind and fully committing you to your current course. Your tongue locks with that of the zombie, your heart pouring out for the total stranger you are currently making out with and who will very soon transform you into her zombified sister. The thought of it excites you. A trickle of liquid moistens your tights.

Eager to get to the good stuff, you pull your underwear down, your glistening sex bared to the world. You get in closer to the zombie, locking your legs with hers and grinding your slick vagina up against her thigh. She moans approvingly into your mouth. Throwing your weight on to her, the two of you crash onto the floor. You stop sucking each other's faces while you reposition yourself closer so that your pussy is right up to hers and she groans in a lustful way, enjoying the pleasure she's receiving all the while connecting her infectious slit right up to yours as you trib her down, uncaring about the potent virally laden juices you're rubbing into your sensitive parts.

You hold on to the zombie girl's leg, hugging the grey-skinned calf of her leg as you enjoy the connection between your pussies, pressing the cold sole of her bare foot to your face. For a brief eternity, you and her share red hot pleasure. Your hips move totally by instinct, as you feel your climax approach you. The pleasure builds, your core growing hotter and hotter as the beginnings of your orgasm start to crash into your sopping, eager cunt, and you abandon all sense of restraint or control as you give her one final, hard rub and it happens. In a final, momentary gasp of lucidity, the last thought that ever runs through your mind is that you have made the right decision.

Then, everything goes blank. You scream in rapture as your brain is purged and your labia goes from its healthy, natural pink to the grey-green shade of a zombie. Starting from your pussy and radiating outwards, your body transforms, stony cold flesh displacing human tissue. You don't care because of the literally mind-melting extended orgasm you are trapped in. It reaches your breasts, the newly zombified meat producing delightfully sexual sensations as it is changed. Your entire body below your neck is changed, now, from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. If someone were to cover up your head, you would look like any other zombie. Soon, you will be.

The process reaches its final destination, your brain. Though it cooperated to bring you to this point, sadly, there is no mercy for it, and the virus sets to work speedily breaking down your brain matter and melting it down into a factory for more virus. Zombies have no use for a brain, and since your future will consist of nothing but pleasure and transforming more humans, yours too is destroyed. Memories, friends, loved ones, your favorite flavor of soda, all tossed out into the trash like the husk you are. By the time it is done, nothing remains. Blank white eyes stare sightlessly into the ether, a newborn zombie awoken into its new life. Two perfectly infected pussies rest still on one another. An infected face caresses an infected foot's sole.

You wanted this. It is good.