Some time later

Clara woke, she hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep, around here there were several dead zombies and a zombie dog happily cleaning it’s rotting cock with its tongue. She smelt and felt horrible and dirty. But at the same time was still aroused. Fucking the undead had been so filthy but had also been one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

She rose and the dog watched her, she slowly peeled her skirt off, pulling it from where it was stuck with undead cum and rotting insects and stepped into one of the shower cubicles. The water was stone cold, almost freezing, but she endured to clean herself, wash the remnants of cum from her hair and body. When she was done she went to pull her skirt back on, but couldn’t, it smelt, it was crusty and stiff. She grabbed her robe that she had first worn to come to the showers and then went looking for her wand. When she found it she gave it a quick rinse and then turned to the undead beast that had just given her one of the best fucks of her life. “What are you looking at?” She asked the dog.

It stood up and trotted over to her, nudging under her hand with its head it rested it against her hip, obediently she scratched it behind the ear. “Just cause you are being sweet, don’t think I’m going to fuck you again. I got lost in the moment is all.” She might have said the words, but did she really believe them, in the back of her mind all she could think about was getting fucked again. “We need to figure out what is going on, come on,” she started to walk and her undead canine lover followed. After a few moments, she stopped, “I think I’m going to have to give you a name, and as you don’t have a collar I guess I should make one up.”

The dog barked at her and she jumped, “Cujo?” she thought aloud, “No, I know, you came back from the dead, didn’t you Jesus?” she knelt down in front of the dog and roughed his ears, after a moment he pounced on her, knocking her onto the ground on her back. “No,” she said, pushing against him, “Bad Jesus, we need to figure out what is going on.”

She pushed a little harder and he seemed to understand, walking straight over her head and leaving her on the ground, as he walked over her she looked at his rotting erection and couldn’t help but lick her lips and squeeze her legs together. She rolled to her knees and shook her head, trying to clear the arousing thoughts. “Tell you what,” she told her new companion, “you behave and maybe, and I mean maybe, you will get a treat.” Jesus barked back at her. “Alright, so behave, and we will see. But right now we need to figure out what is going on and I need a weapon, I can’t constantly be interrupted by zombies wanting to fuck my brains out.”

As she braced herself on a bench to help her rise she felt the plank move, a thick, hard wooden plank. She smiled, “Maybe,” she reached under the bench and felt for the nut, finding it loose she unscrewed it with her fingers then went to the other side and repeated the process.

She hefted the beam and gave a few experimental swings, as she did the tie on her robe undid, “Guess I need to be careful about that, but at least I have a weapon huh, Jesus. Now, where are we heading?” As she straightened her robe she noticed the corpse beetles mandibles still latched to her nipple. she gently squeezed her nipple and moaned in pleasure.