First day of the rest of your unlife

Urghhhhhhhh...

Graaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...

Eeeeehhhhhhhhhhh...

Zombification is an immensely pleasurable process. And at the end of it, you came away a changed woman! Infected, transformed, and loving it! There's nothing more you could have wanted. Your atrophied brain has very little room in it for complicated, stressful, painful thoughts, and instead, the only thing you ever think about is sex, pleasure, converting people to be just like you, and more sex! Your conversion came out beautifully; wonderful bluing on the genitals, good curves around the waist, perfectly white and empty eyes just like everyone else, great skin color, very _in _and chic this time of year. Your zombified body definitely earns at least an 8/10.

With the remainder of your horde-sisters, you make sure to fuck every one of your former colleagues until their cunts juice for you and they scream for your ministrations and then they join the rest of the horde. The transformation orgy lasts all day, and by the end, the office is an ocean of blue, grey, and green, and as the last holdout squirts her humanity away beneath the dexterous tongue of an infected, each zombie receives a pleasure reward, an amplified moan echoing throughout the corridors. The swarm of undead is simply beautiful, every pair of ivory white eyes nothing more than the sum of their meat.

Alas, the affections of your fellow sisters are not nearly as sweet as the satisfaction of converting another human.