The survivors

You stalk through the spooky house feeling powerful. Clearly you had some power. The Priest had given himself over to you; body and soul. His tongue had been hungry as it lapped at your pussy. His erect cock had pushed its way through a tear in his clothes. You had missed the feeling of flesh on flesh but had greatly enjoyed many orgasms over his priestly clothes

Like a cat you prowled up the stairs from the basement. Shotgun boy couldn't have gone far and in your mind you plotted ways to get his cock. You needed to taste young cum. You didn't know why but you knew it was important to you.

The first room was empty nothing inside except clothes and the smell of blood. Once, perhaps this would have scared you, right now - it made you feel alive. It let you know there were others in the house.

As you stalked along a dimly lit corridor the sound of hushed whispers reached you. Could you have heard that before? Or had your hearing improved too? Hard to tell.

Quickly you tracked the sound to a near by boarded up door. It took just a second to find a gap in the planks to peer through.

"I think its safer now," said a large, bald black man who looked like a football player, "I think the zombies are in flee mode. We should look for food now."

A pretty young girl, about your age, spoke next, "I think he's right daddy, we should." She was addressing a man in his early 50s, plump and also going bald.

A third man, younger but hugely fat, disagreed, "No, we sit tight. Help must arrive soon. I still have a cache of food left and I will share it with you." Something in his voice suggested ' for a price'. His gaze flickered to the last survivor; a tall red haired women.

"Hmm," she mused, "You have snacks, not food. We'll not get much energy back from those. Another advantage on a kitchen raid right now is that at least two of the beast men are trapped in the attic."