Re-arranging the (throne)room some more...

I just sat there in stunned silence. I didn't know what to do. The naked beauties rustled about all around me, re-arranging the room. They went all around the house looking for furniture and objects to bring in. They removed some furniture, like the lounge table and cupboards. They basically emptied out the room and then re-filled it. Soon there where silks hanging from the ceiling flowing gently as the breeze from the open windows gently flowed in. I don't know when they opened the windows to allow the air to flow through, but it was a welcome surprise. The floor was covered with bed sheets and pillows, scattered about. It was a soft, cozy and inviting atmosphere. Gentle touches and blows of air from sensual lips washed over my body as I just sat there. In silence. Contemplating. Some Zombies came in to the room, some left. They brought in a water tank, and placed it slightly out of my view. I was on the far end of the room, facing the windows. I watched as they brought in a TV screen and TV console. They placed it down by the windows on the other side of the room. But the screen was big so it was no problem to see. However, they didn't turn on the TV. A TV? What for? I asked myself. Surely, not cable TV. I reasoned. But my nerves was still there. This was surreal. An elderly couple had been shot. Shot! What the fuck? I couldn't help but sit and mope while trying to cope. And I know that was a bad strategy. Because I didn't pay close attention to the Zombies.

But in the end what did it matter? Even if I unraveled their grand conspiracy, what would it really help? I was feeling down. I felt a gentle hand stroke my chin in comfort. I looked to my left at the figure. I didn't recognize her. Her eyes conveyed some sort of sorrow, but there was no tears. She looked at me with sympathy. I felt a cool sensation on my lips as I realized another Zombie was pushing a glass against my lips. I was about to swallow the liquid I had on my tongue and accept the comfort while feeling pity for myself when a sudden realization hit me like a hammer: what if this isn't water? What if it's something else? What would happen to me if I drank a substance that made people Zombies? Would I become a Zombie too? These thoughts raced through my mind as my eyes darted open to full width. I spat out the liquid splashing it on the bodies of the Zombies. "I...." I said shaking. Lost for words. Had I been that close to loosing my free will? My body was trembling. The Zombies didn't seem to react except looks of pity and compassion.

"Don't you dare! Don't do.... don't try to feed my weird things! Don't feed me cum! Don't feed me weird breast milk! Don't feed me pussy juice. Don't feed me... Don't feed me!" I said loud in a tantrum. They only nodded. My stomach growled. Fuck.

I conceptually knew it. I had to eat. Sometime I had to drink too. And I was bound to a chair. So I couldn't get my own meals and beverages. I had to rely on the Zombies. I didn't like it. What if they put something weird in it? I just couldn't shake the thought. I did a quick count of who was in the room. Ok.. think back... how many was there in the procession? Well... there was 12 Zombies when leaving the apartment. Then there was the cop. So 13 in total. I frowned. There was only 4 Zombies here. And I did not see Harper among them.