Well, the main streets WOULD be faster...

Without giving it a second thought, Annette carelessly runs towards the streets in the hopes of finding the militia faster, forgetting a crucial fact she took note of earlier.

Racing down the road, past the butcher's place and turning the blind corner onto the village's main road, the Priestess then realised the error she had made... She had just ran into the most dangerous spot in the entire village. The scene before her eyes was a gruesome one to say the least. She could see about 30 rotting corpses shambling towards the fighting and about another 10 violating a handful of the village's women. The women were covered head to toe in thick, slimy gray liquid, the same substance that had pooled in spots on the stone road around the women. Annette didn't need to notice the abundant flies to realise how awful the stench was from the horde as her brain demanded she hold her nose shut, but before that, three of the ragged rotting bodies close to the Priestess, slowly turned their ugly, disfigured faces towards the sounds of running she had made.

Annette froze in absolute terror. Her mind screamed at her to run away but her legs didn't get the message. Her face turned completely pale as the nearby creatures lunged their maggot-ridden flesh forwards towards her. She had lost. Entirely. She realised there was no miracle coming for her this time, no opportune moment for a counter-attack like back at her house. It was over - the horde had her and she was now to become the newest village sex **** for these invading creatures.

She shrieked in horror as the rotting hands pulled her down to the ground and the bony fingers tore through the remainder of her blouse and pants with little consideration for the flesh beneath. What little light the moon offered was almost entirely blocked out now by countless foul bodies on every side of her. Maggots were showering all over her perfect form from her decaying assailants. Fetid, clammy palms smeared their brown-gray rot across her smooth, flawless skin as they groped at her flesh. Even gravity was against her as the familiar sticky yellow drool of the beasts dripped and splashed across her, adding to the maggots and rot accumulating on her body. Her teeth clenched in absolute disgust, but this did nothing but allow some of the foul substances to bypass her lips and sneaking the recognisable revolting taste back into her mouth.

Clumsily, one lucky monster eventually managed to beat their way through the mob to the prime position between the healer's legs, prodding its cold, rotten length against her previously white, now almost completely-stained panties. Before she could cover her face in an attempt to feebly hide herself away from the situation she had gotten into, cold slimy hands clamped around her wrists and pulled her clenched fists through what felt like a forest of lukewarm rotten meat, settling against something slightly harder than the mushy textures she'd just felt. It didn't take much thinking to realised what it was, but despite trying to keep her fingers balled up, she couldn't fight against the unnatural strength of the undead as they pried them free and one after another, held her grips closed around their damaged cocks. With barely any movement she could already feel the cold, gray, maggot-ridden substance oozing out of the tips, just in time for the same fluids to intermittently jetting out across her now filthy body.

Internally screaming, she could barely hold onto her sanity as the tidal wave of grotesque body-horror, revulsion and surfacing hints of an unwanted and twisted pleasure hit her over and over again. Her mouth opened as a shameless moan escaped her lips, brought out from rough squeezing of her body and throbbing icy-cold pricks rubbed against every available inch of her, from her hair to her toes, coating her further in little squirming maggots that carried the trails of filth around the few untainted spots of the young woman's naked form. Her now-released hands gripped the latest set of cocks hard as rope after rope of chunky zombie jizz released inside of her, contaminating her depths for what will be the first of many times tonight.

Seizing the opportunity, a particularly old-looking and half-skeletal body straddled her chest, grabbing a handful of Annette's auburn hair towards perhaps the most visually repulsive dick she had seen all night, as accompanying maggots fell from gaps in the diseased rod's flesh onto her neck and face. The Priestess wanted anything but that to invade her mouth, but as another loud moan was wrought out from her, the length plunged against her tongue and down her mouth with a torrent of viscous, gray precum. Suffering from delayed reactions, her lips tightly clamped around the tool instead of preventing it entry, as the monster thrusted down her throat she only succeeded in pulling yet more of the awful contents into her body.

Over the moaning and guttural noises the zombies made, she could make out another scream ran out. While some creatures moved away to pull in the next victim, Annette proved plenty popular, as the village's most attractive woman became the...

ENDING 04: Whore of the Horde

*Author's note: I feel like no smutty CHYOA is really complete without a 'The main character makes a really dumb decision' ending and so here it is! Decided to focus a bit more on the grossness this time, given the sheer numbers of zombies involved, as well portraying Annette with a bit more disgust before only small bits of corruption/mindbreak start to come out

Hope you like it!