A thin straw in the coming apocalypse

It didn't take a genius to realize that this painful and degenerated **** of the two teenagers voluptous bodies would go on for a long, long time, and while more and more zombies were still swarming into the room they where both soon wishing for a more merciful fate. But even in the endless darkness, beneath the mass of bloodied undead bodies, Tina's hand suddenly found the comforting warmth of still living flesh somewhere beneath her. Her fingers spasmodically tracing the smooth skin, even as the brutal **** of all her holes and nearly entire body continued, she found the curve of a heaving full breast and gently latched on to the top of it, feeling the hard nipple under her warm palm.

Soon another hand, just as warm and gentle as her own, slowly slid upwards along her outstretched arm and then down the side of her chest to return the soft squeezing before heading up to her shoulder. Holding on and finally managing to pull eachother closer, the two girls embraced as hard as their own heavy breasts and the multitude of various zombie-limbs crawling all over their bodies would allow, ignoring the fact that several found new pleasure in humping away into the tight crack created between them.

Unseeing but taking great comfort in the other's warmth and the reverbations through her body from the continued fuck-fest, the two young women sealed an unspoken pact as they were filled with a new sense of hope and purpose. They whey were not going to die alone, and they were definitively not going to let the other do so either. They'd survive this, no matter what, and they'd not let these filthy zombies break them down...

If there was any sort of outwards change brought from this quiet promise, the zombies certainly didn't give a damn since all their mindless brains cared for anymore was the **** urge to spill their seed in warm and living, fertile female flesh... And as the camera pans out through the large window, into the dark night to view the well-lit building from outside, we see in through the many windows of other rooms where we learn the fate of others... Former wives and fiancees, sisters, daughters and mothers, friends and colleagues of the horde of males now banging away in the honeymoon suite, all of them lying cold and forever silent in puddles of sticky undead cum...

Downstairs, while the morning-sun slowly started to rise, others arrived at the zombie-hotel, unknowing of what horrors awaited them as they ringed the bell and eventually grabbed a random key from behind the counter... There was still some time before someone would start to put together the lists of mysterious dissappearances along the road and manage to locate the 'grey-zone'. Some time before contact was lost with the first to scout the area, and longer still before military was called in at full ****. Long enough for the mysterious disease to spread with straggling survivors and for the impeding catastrophy to become a fact...