Yes, but there's a problem

The five of you head back to the apartment, but to your shock you see a horde of zombies in front of the place.

"What the fuck!" the Bitch says in a yell/whisper as the five of you hide behind a car parked across from the apartment. "We've barley been gone for half an hour, how did this happen?!"

"Psst!" you hear. You look into an ally and see Ashley, Jacob, and Mike. Ashley is waving you over like crazy. You tell the others and you all head into the alley.

"Dad!" Holly exclaims hugging Mike.

"Oh, thank god your safe!" Mike says as he hugs Holly back.

"Who's she," Ashley asks glaring inquisitively at Joyce.

"This is Joyce," you reply. "She's a cop we found in the market, but introductions are going to have to wait. What the hell happened?!"

"While you were gone we were working on destroying the stairs," Mike replied.

"I thought it would go a lot faster if we destroyed the support beams under it," Jacob added. "And I was right, the whole thing collapsed when they were gone."

"It made such a ruckus it attracted all those zombies." Ashley finished glaring at the horde.

"Where's mom and Haylee?!" Holly asked frantically, finally noticing their absence.

"There inside on the second floor," Mike replied with his hands on her shoulders. "Without the stairs there is no way the zombies will get to them, they'll be fine as long as we find a way to get rid of them."

"And how the hell are we going to do that?" the Bitch snarled out.

"...How did you're fuck and get fucked strategy work out," Mike asked.

"It went well," Holly said. "Other than a few close calls." The two of them looked at each other as they formulated a plan.

"Oh no!" the Bitch said seeing where this was going. "I am not going out there! There's way to many of them to take on at once." You take a peek at the horde and see that there were at least 10 zombies of each gender in front.

"I hate to say it but the Bitch has a point," you say.

"What did you call me?!"

"There's too many for either of us to take on at once," you continue, ignoring the Bitch. "Even while we're fucking they'll probably be some stragglers that aren't getting any and be more than happy to go for you if you try and attack."

"Then it won't just be you and Tara," Holly said. "There's eight of us. Like the plan goes we'll split into two teams of fuckers and fuckees we'll just add two more to each team."

"What are you talking about?" Joyce asked.

"Oh, right you don't know the plan. The fuckees are the ones that let the zombies fuck them while the fuckers, who have orgasmed before hand, attack the zombies."

"What?! What kind of plan is that?!"

"One made for this literally fucked up world," Jacob replied.

"I am not letting those things touch me, let alone fuck me!"

"Then you can take care of them with me, Rick, and either Dad, and Jacob. Dick and Tara will let the zombies fuck them along with Ashley and whoever decides to be on that team. Are you alright with this, Ashley?"

"Yeah, no worries."

"How come I'm automatically a fuckee?!" the Bitch asked.

"Because we agreed that you and Dick would be fuck bait for the next group we encounter!" The Bitch growled but said nothing else. "Good. Now, Dad, Jacob, which of you will be fucking and which of you will get fucked."