The Horde...

I knew it was going to happen. The door gave way...

They came for me. They were zombies. I could tell from countless hours watching horror movies with Spyder. The shuffled along like automatons, unable to think, unable to feel. All they knew was their basic, primal instincts. I was dragged screaming out of the bathroom, my nails digging into the carpet. It did no good. The large one that had ahold of my ankle pulled me facedown into the hallway. They surrounded me like vultures at a kill...

  I felt the weight of one of them crash down on my back.  His weight pinned to the ground, and I opened my mouth to scream only to find myself too terrified to make a sound.  I was pinned under undead flesh.  

One of them tore my black cotton panties right off of my body. It was then that I saw the swaying figure of my father in the corner. HIs throat was torn out, and I could see that he was obviously dead...

 They pulled me up into doggystyle position.  I didn't know what was going on.  The zombie behind me was dressed as a gas station attendant with a nametag that said "Vance".  "Vance" reached around my waist and pulled me toward him, forcing his junk against my ass.  I pitched forward, trying to roll away, but he held me tight.  

 I didn't know what to do.  I felt his member pressing against my moist, smooth sex.  "Things" pulled against my ankles, my wrists, and my hair.  I was trapped, with no way out...