Scavenge for supplies, but it's not all smooth sailing

My first plan is actually to search the apartments around me for supplies. Jeffrey's apartment is a good place to start. I grabbed my backpack and a kitchen knife for self defense. Slowly opening the door I checked around the door and it seems clear. I sneaked toward Jeffrey's door and slowly pushed it open. The living room seems clear, I proceed to check every single room in the apartment, it would seem Jeffrey and his family left in a hurry. My primary focus is the kitchen pantry, canned peach, corned beef, sweet corn, tomato soup, mushroom cream, I have struck the gold mine. I found about a dozen cans of preserved food. The fridge also cotains quite a few goodies, a loaf of bread, peanut butter, some vegetables, even an USDA prime cut ribeye steak.

Counting my loot my stomatch grumbled loudly, this is when I realized I haven't eaten for a day and a half and I just can't take my eyes off of that steak. I decided it won't hurt getting myself fed before proceeding to search further. I grabbed a skillet and some oil and started searing the steak on the stove, lucky my neighbor have a gas stove and there seemed to be some juice left so I was able to cook the steak. The smell is out of this world, I quickly finished cooking and served it with some canned sweet corn from the pantry. The steak is super tender and juicy.

For a few moments I completely forget about the zombie apocolypse raging outside. I am so focused on the food that I am completely ignorant of what is going on around me. I suddenly hear a deep roar right behind me and a cold sticky hand grabbing me by the shoulder. It was the shop clerk from earlier! I don't have time to think about how the hell it found me here, all I could do is grab the steak knife and stab him in the chest. The shop keeper seems completely unaffected by my attack and uses his other hand to grab my neck. Losing my footing I fall to the ground with the zombie. It's mouth is inches away from my face, all I can do is close my eyes and wait for the inevitable ****. I could smell the rotten breath from the zombie's mouth, I am sure the next thing I feel is going to be its teetch chewing my face off. Utterly terrified and sure of my own dimise, I couldn't help but peed myself.

Seconds past and no painful ****, is it choosing which part of me is the juiciest and tastiest? Suddenly, I can feel some phillaic object that isslightly sticky rubbing against my thigh. Eager to see if I can salvage this situation, I opened my eyes a little and was shocked by the sight. The zombie's cock is poking out from it's pants and its rubbing its cock against my thigh. It seems to be sniffing at the me. I am completely shocked by this turn of events, on the one hand I am in a bit of a panic mode since it seem I am becoming a **** victim, on the other hand I am relieved that I am not going to die a painful dead having my face chewed off.

The zombie seems to be going to town on my leg, it keeps grinding its penis on my thigh. I am wearing a hot pants so my legs are completely exposed. At first all I can feel is a cold meaty stick rubbing its slimy excrete on my thigh, not at all pleasant, but slowly I felt the part of my skin with the sticky liquid started to heat up and the movement of the zombie feels almost ticklish on my legs. I am feeling a bit of an arousal but also horrified that I am feeling that way, so I just keep telling myself in my head, "It must be the strange liquid, no way I am aroused by a dead body." The zombie kept at it for what seems like 10 more minutes. Just as my back is getting sore It let out a loud roar and started to ejaculate. It almost seemed like an explosion, the cock kept squirting out countless ropes of cum. It is much thicker than normal cum having consistency almost like wood glue but with a slight yellowish tinge to it. The first several shots landed squarely on my stomatch tainting my t-shirt and the rest landed on my right thigh with a bit less **** painting it yellowish white all over. It took almost a full minute before the zombie slowed down and stop jizzing, with a low groan and a final shot it slump on the ground and subsequently stopped moving. Still puzzled by the bizzare situation at hand I slowly stood up and used my feet to poke the zombie a few times. The zombie still twitches slightly but seems to be completely spent for the time being. Finally confirming that I am not longer in immenitnet danger I let out a long breath. I decided its best if I incapacitate the zombie since it can reanimate later, so I tore some bed sheets and tied it on a hardwood chair, with that finished and not wanting to stick around any longer I packed up my stuff and left for my apartment.

It is after I settled down back in my room that I noticed I haven't cleaned myself off yet. The zombie's splooge is still on my shirt and legs. What was wierd is that there seems significantly less cum on my leg than I remembered while the amount of my T-shirt stayed the same. Fuck I think my skin must have absorb some of it, I just hope it won't turn me into a zombie. I quickly went into the shower and washed myself off. Strangly I discovered that the part that came in contact with the cum seems to be a bit more sensitive than it used to be, I don't want to put too much thought into it so I just carried on.

Now I have the food situation squared away I should be good for some period of time. Just for good measures I also filled my tub with water just in case the water runs out. I also manage to find a few field survival manuals that I bought out of curiosity. When I finally finished reading about how to make crispy cricket kebabs I realized it is already mid-night I decided to call it a day and get some rest. After double checking my door is securely block I finally went off to bed. It must have been quiet a stressful day as I fall asleep in no time.