On the prowl...

Your perfect, zombified body wanders the streets of the city, sniffing the air for traces of humanity. Knowing nothing at all, your body simply shambles around aimlessly, devoid of direction or plan. A line of drool trails behind you from between your legs, your cold, blue pussy in a constant state of readiness. You never know when a hapless "survivor" needs a faceful of cunt to brighten their day!

Though the constant low-level pleasure is great, and the regular fornication with other pre-zombified individuals feels wonderful, nothing quite compares to the delight that is getting to turn a live, unconverted human. Such encounters are rare, with most having been transformed already in the early days of the outbreak, but your unnatural senses are always on the lookout, should you come across someone suitable.

Suddenly, your blue-skinned nose perks up.