Investigate

Against his better judgment Grant decided to check the apartment, for survivors, maybe provisions. It had been awhile since his last meal, and something in his stomach, could keep him out of someone else's.

Cautiously nudging the door open with his foot, he leveled his **** rifle, and watched for movement. Inside was a torn up living room, with a kitchen just beyond it.

Though it was obvious no one was ganna be living inside here, the kitchen could be promising. Heading towards it, he heard down the hall that bisected the two rooms, the sounds of a shower going.

While possible that it had been left on, a zombie wouldn't wash it self, and the possibility of a survivor prompted him to make his way down the hall. Nudging the bathroom door open, he saw the silhouette of a very busty woman washing her lithe form.

Grant was both surprised and aroused, but he wasn't sure what exactly to do. "Excuse me mam, i didn't mean to intrude." he smiled looking at the mirror, which still gave him a view of the shower.

The figure turned toward him, and cocked its head, but made no response. It was possible she thought he was a zombie, but she didn't seem afraid.

A little unsure, he gently pulled the door open with his right hand, the barrel of his M-16 in his other hand. The woman inside had long black hair, and a body to die for. Her large firm, soap covered breasts, were mesmerizing. The dead eyes however were almost more shocking.