Play dead

Even though the restless dead man sees you already you decide to rely on that advice you remembered about bear attacks. You slump to the side and relax your arms and lay beside the glowing embers of the fire as the undead man staggers into your campsite. His cloudy eyes are drawn to the glowing embers of the fire and he stumbles over to stand beside you and lean his face down to the fire.

The restless dead reaches into the embers and picks some up in his gnarled, black-nailed hand. He is so close you can see his every detail, pale and gray and naked, savage, his chest terribly wounded by some mortal injury. His cock seems perpetually stiff and oozing some putrid yellow sludge from the tip. It bounces with each movement. He stinks, but not as you would expect, not of decay, but of brining. His flesh begins to sizzle from contact with the embers and the deathless beast grunts in pain and hurls the burning cinders away.

It stands up and begins to search the air, its black-toothed mouth hanging open and a soft, bestial groan escaping its rubbery lips. The creature turns and stops so close to your face that you can see the empty nailbeds of its toes.

Suddenly, you feel hands grab your feet and you realize, in absolute terror, that a second and third creature has staggered into the tower. The other two are nearly naked as well, small strips of damp clothing clininging to their rubbery, gray flesh. Their cloudy eyes seem to glow as they look down at you.

The one with its hands around your ankles is tall and thin, a massive prick stick up from between its legs. Its companion is even taller, immensely fat, its thick lower lip sticking out and thick, blue tongue dangling from its mouth. This one has the biggest cock of all, a massive member that seems better suited for a giant sticking up from beneath its huge belly.

You gasp and kick, but the original undead creature grabs hold of your arms and pins them to the dirt. Its face looms above and then it presses its mouth to yours, hideous, pickled tongue thrusting between your lips and filling your mouth with its putrid taste. There is some horrible liquid coating its tongue and it seems to fill your mouth with this horrible fluid, forcing you to swallow it. You feel woozy and hopeless.

You feel clawed hands seizing your clothes, tearing away your skirt and your bodice, shredding the panties covering your tender cunt. You piss with fear, but that does nothing to stop them. Ragged fingers roughly prod your slit and you feel the swollen digits sliding through the stream of hot piss and filling your cunt. Fat hands grab at your breast, squeezing them roughly and pinching your nipples so hard you cry out against the wretched kiss of the undead creature, allowing its tongue to slide even further into your mouth.

The creature smothering you with its mouth finally lifts away and you again see the full horror of your predicament. The tall, skinny undead fingering your cunt is pushing your thighs apart and kneeling between your legs, a crazed look in its deathless eyes. The huge, fat creature is drooling, literally drooling, across your chest. Its cold saliva splattering against your bare breasts as it squeezes and mashes them together. Your lips and chin are covered with the inky blue liquid the zombie spit into your mouth. You turn your head and see that the creature that has been kissing you has shifted so that it is kneeling beside your head, its huge, oozing cockhead only inches from your face.

Your heart hammers in your chest. These are ravenous, mindless undead controlled only by lust and hunger. You know that they will **** you until they cannot stand it any longer and then devour your completely - or worse - turn you into one of them. You are so afraid that your body wants to go limp and maybe this would be for the best, to let them use you and await the opportunity to escape. Fighting them off now does not seem an option, but maybe you could scream for help in the hopes that some other traveler out there in the darkness will hear you. Or it might just attract more of these creatures and completely doom you.

Then again, maybe this is your fate. You should just accept it. What is the point...why would you even think that? The zombie's poison kiss?