Escape

You sit there in silence, fighting your exhaustion, knowing that you can't stay for your own life, but also tempting to just lay back and drift off to sleep, next to the Ghoul.

You stand weakly and crawl to the edge of the cave, looking out in the night you can see that the zombie mass has moved on and the swamp is quiet again with all the insect noises of nature. The large beast that interupted the gangbang earlier seems to also have moved on.

Glancing back again to the ghoul, he still sat on the stone, silent, like a statue. You decide to make a last ditch effort to get away from the creature before you pass out of exhaustion. You hold the stone in your hand and push yourself out in the cold weather, your bruised, battered and abused body screams at you to stop but you keep going.

The swamp continues for as far as you can see. You weakly swat at the insects that buzz over your body, drawn to it by the blood, cum and sweet of your actions.

Walking naked doesnt but after an hour of walking you can't take it anymore, finding a small tree that has a small opening you crawl and bring your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, as you shiver yourself to sleep. You look at the stone in your hand as it glows softly. Finally you drift off to sleep, your dreams filled with unspeakable horrors, of zombies and ghouls and of mutated children.

Deep in your womb, the mixture of zombie cum and the Dire ghoul mix, forming a potent mess, the stone also causing some magic interference on your body, the potent mess fines one of your eggs and breaks it walls, igniting life in your body, unnatural life, spured on by the power of the stone. Although you will not know of this a day or so when the unnatural life grows and causes your body to change to meet the child within.

You sleep uncortably until the early light of the morning shins into the tree, waking you from your restless slumber, you didnt sleep well but it should be enough to keep you going. You crawl back out of the tree and streat, the dried cum on your body cracks and spliters, falling off.

Althoug the morning light is short it helps point you to the direction of the otherside of the swamp.

You continue your walk to the end of the marsh, your stomach growling for food and water, off in the distance you hear a howl, high pitched. It is the Dire Ghoul, crying for its mate. This helps quicken your pace to the edge of the swamp and hopefully to some civilations.

Does she finally leave the swam, is cilvilzation ruined by the zombie army, are more creatures attrached to her by the stone, what of the life inside her?