Unsurprisingly... A ZOMBIE!

It's a crying zombie with tears of blood!

"ZOMBIE!" you shout.

You try to shoot it, but you'd let your guard down. It charges at you, slamming into you. You fall to the ground with it on top of you. You grab your knife and stab upward into its chest repeatedly as it tries to tear you apart, but it takes no notice.

CRACK! The zombie goes limp and falls to the side as Betty wacks it in the side of the head with a baseball bat.

"Come on!" she says.

She grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet.

"Now you owe this pussy some licking," she says, grabbing her crotch.

"Yeah, we'll see," you say and snatch up your M16.

The rest of the house turns out to be empty.

"Hey, Drako! Come in here," Betty calls from the master bedroom.

You enter to see Betty, laying on the bed with her pants around one ankle and her legs spread.

"Lock the door and get over here," she says.

You raise your eyebrows, but comply. Leaving your rifle beside the door, you slowly move to the side of the bed and over to her. She grabs your hand and pushes it down toward her crotch.

"Get to it," she says. "I want to see your tongue on my clit."

You look up at her and smile.

"Sure thing," you say, sliding her army green panties down.

Spreading her pussy's bare lips apart, you begin to rub her clit with the tip of your tongue. You trace circles around it as she begins to moan and quiver.

"Yes... just like that," she whispers.

As you're licking her, she reaches over and grabs a nearby bottle of booze and takes a swig.

"Fuck yeah," she says, running the fingers of her free hand through your hair. "Mmm, I love your tongue."

You slide your tongue into her and begin sucking on her clit. As you do so, you wiggle your head from side to side. She grabs your head and begins to thrust your head back and forth.

"That's it... yeah... eat my clit...," she moans.

She takes another drink and continues grinding her crotch into your face. She grabs the back of your head and roughly holds it against her, as she begins to gasp and shudder. Her breathing becomes erratic and her legs begin to tremble. She then lets out a sharp cry, followed by a long moan. She's enjoying this. You are too.

"That felt soooo fucking good," she whispers afterward.

"Well, now that that chore's over with," you joke.

She chuckles. "Oh yeah."

She gently pushes you away and gets up off the bed and pulls her pants back up.

"We better get back to camp with the food," Betty says.

"Yeah, we really should," you agree.

You collect your rifle. Then, the pair of you leave the house with everything you can find. It's not a lot, but every morsel counts.

"Listen, Betty...," you start.

"Hey, you're my partner. When one of us saves the other's life, we have to make things even again. Simple as that. No need to get all complicated," she says.

You grin, "Thanks."

She grins, "Let's get going."

You nod and she begins driving back to camp. You talk about inconsequential things until you reach the edge of the forest.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm dead tired. See you later," Betty says.

"Yeah, see you later," you reply.

You turn and head back to your tent and crawl inside with Felicity and Kylie. The two immediately wrap themselves around you.

"I'm glad you're back," Felicity whispers into your ear.

You groan, "Me too."

Then, you drift off to sleep, thinking about how good it feels to still be alive.