She regains her strength

Forest birds chirped outside as Annette slowly regained consciousness. She groaned as her palm reached the back of her head, still sore from her collision with the altar. Her mind wasn't awake enough yet to process the shock when she opened her eyes and saw a skeleton resting over her body, but she did flinch enough to send it clattering against the stone floor.

A brief moment of silence followed before she heard activity from the door of the chapel.

"Aye... but sir, I wouldn't get your hopes up. Her house was a right fuckin' state, and where there's one rotter, there's always a fuck-load more close by." could faintly be heard as footsteps approached.

Sword-arm outstretched, a familiar face peered in the through door, expression of utter disbelief as he saw the stirring, petite form of Annette behind the golden rays shining through the stained glass windows, with several skeletons at her feet. Sheathing his short sword, Thomas, the village elder's son ran to her. Shakily getting to her feet, Annette squinted as her eyes still struggled to adjust to the morning light

"Is that you, Thoma-"

...was about all she could say before he pulled her into a tight hug.

"Miss Annette, I'm... so glad you're alright!" Thomas exclaimed with unexpected emotion given how little the two of them had spent time together before.

Looking over his shoulder, she saw as two more armed men entered the chapel, ducking under the remaining bones still chained up at the door and admiring her work.

"Heh. You get all these ones, Priestess? What with these three, combined with the squashed fucker in your house, you've done even better than ol' Roger here" he said, flashing a smug grin and playfully punching the shoulder of the man next to him, who stopped poking at the skeleton on the floor with his spear and simply rolled his eyes in response.

The two men had a very different disposition from Thomas however, who struggled to keep tears back above the woman.

"Annette... they're all gone. Everyone in Farfield... There are... so many bodies. By the time I returned with this detachment of men from the castle over the hills, the fighting had stopped and the resistance were overwhelmed... You're the only survivor we've found..." Thomas said quietly to her.

"It doesn't make sense though.. the numbers just don't add up. There were so many more of them than we actually found bodies and we've slain less than 10 between us since arriving. There are also so many women unaccounted for... I can only hope they fled while my father and the others bought them time, but I fear the undead gave chase..."

Annette's face turned pale and a sinking feeling overcame her. Everyone... Everyone she knew was either dead or missing... and given her experience with the creatures, she knew what 'missing' could actually mean...

Meanwhile, deeper in the forest:

Rosie Steward, the dark-haired barkeep of Farfield once again lay on her hands and knees on the forest floor as zombies grabbed both her head and hips, sandwiching her naked form between their rotten ones. Cold cocks invaded her depths as her eyes glazed over in a mixture of exhaustion and defeat before being her latest filling with hefty quantities of putrid seed. Thick gray fluid leaked from the corners of her mouth, dribbled out of her folds and trailed down her smooth legs before draining into the dirt below. Releasing their grip on the women and pulling out of her holes, she was left to fall to the wet floor, as more rotten cum further painted her body. Laying against the leaves and dirt, feeling the ache of her unsatisfied pussy fighting against her fading disgust, Rosie could hear the ecstatic moans of women in sickening scenes throughout the woods as their undead captors took a break from herding them away from civilisation, and from any chance of rescue.

She and many other young women of the village had become the army of the dead's sex slaves, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before her mental resistance gave into the depraved pleasure, like so many of the women around her already had...

ENDING 07: The Last Woman of Farfield

*Author's note: So, this is the first 'Neutral' ending - where Annette doesn't completely fall to the zombies, but it's still not a particularly 'Good' result. In this case she survived, but subsequently wasn't around to help defend the village. Originally I planned to end this route in the Chapel, but I kind of liked the idea of a glimpse at what happened to the women who did lose to the horde. Plus it means that every ending still has some sexy bits!