Elevator

Kathryn considers taking the stairs, but that sounds like a lot of work to walk down fourteen flights of stairs. With a soft ding, the elevator arrives, the doors sliding open a moment later. The inside of the car is empty thankfully, no zombies in sight. Kathryn steps inside and hits the button for the ground floor, the elevator shuddering as the doors close and it begins its descent. As the elevator descends, Kathryn pulls a kitchen knife from her bag. Kathryn doesn’t know much about the zombies, but she figures that much like humans, they probably don’t appreciate being stabbed in the neck. It doesn’t take long before the elevator grinds to a halt, having reached the bottom floor. As the doors grind open, Kathryn brandishes her knife, ready to react to any undead attackers. However, no zombies are waiting on the other side, the lobby apparently abandoned.

Exiting the elevator Kathryn makes a swift path for an exit to the street outside. The lobby is in disarray, furniture overturned and scattered across the room, the glass door to outside shattered. Articles of clothing litter the floor, left behind by their now zombified owners. Many of them are torn apart, as the zombies exposed their victims most sensitive areas to the virus.

Kathryn steps through the broken glass door and into the parking lot. Outside is just as chaotic as the inside of Kathryn’s apartment. Cars are left abandoned in the middle of the street, many of them with their doors wide open. More clothes lie abandoned on the street, each pile another human converted into a mindless, horny zombie. Somewhere in the distance a siren wails.

It’s thirteen miles to Hailey’s work, all of which must tragically be done on foot. Hailey took their car this morning, and even if she did have a car, with the streets blocked like this, who knows if Kathryn would be able to drive. A car would make too much noise any, best to stay quiet and in the shadow to avoid the undead. If on cue, a green skinned woman shambles her way out from between two cars. Her green tits bounce slightly as she moves around mindlessly, searching for a human to fuck. She’s completely nude except for a pair of socks baring the logo of some basketball team Kathryn can’t remember the name of. She wanders out into the street, before stopping, standing roughly 30 feet from Kathryn. The first zombie Kathryn had ever seen in person. Kathryn wondered who she was, what had happened to her, how she’d become a zombie. Did she even know what was happening to her as the green spread over her skin? Have any final thoughts before cumming and become a member of the zombie horde. Kathryn couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pity for the woman, sentenced to a lifetime of never ending lust. She could let that happen to her. So, before the woman could notice her, Kathryn slipped away.