Zombie Variant

“Quick, just around this corner!” John told Sasha as the two continued their way through the ventilation shafts to meet up with the rest of the group. They were to meet shortly past the exit of the ventilation shafts they had entered in a room that was not used for anything currently.

“Mmm, sweetie, let us make haste. I do miss my dear sister,” Sasha told John in an attempt to hurry them along. John knew, while that was a part of it, she was worried about her little sister’s safety first and foremost. John had every intention of making sure these two sisters left here together and safe.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost at the exit,” John said as he eyed the grate they would use to leave the maze they were currently in. The two quickly made their way around a corner to a long hallway where, around another corner, they would reunite with their group and meet up with the distraction team for an extract. As with many of John’s plans, it did not work out as he wanted.

A wall of light appeared in front of John, who was a mere four steps behind Sasha, which his face smashed into.

“Owsh,” mumbled John as his face was pressed against the wall of light. John removed himself from the white wall and turned to see a second one was behind him, effectively cutting him off from escape. “Quick, get out of here and regroup with the others!” John said as he turned to face Sasha.

“But dear, you are a sitting duck for them!” Sasha said.

“I’ll be fine,” John told her. “I’ve gotten out of worse situations,” he told her with a smile.

“Fine, I’ll regroup with the others and we’ll come save you,” she said with a wink before she turned and rushed off to find their allies.

“Soooooo…who put me in this thing?” John pondered to himself out loud. Luckily for him, he got an answer.

“It was I, Emilia von Ribbentrop, general of the Nazi Technikdivision, genius Dutchess of the German Hohenstaufen line, dating back to the founding of the Holy Roman Empire! You humiliated me in my own world, but not here! Not now! I shall destroy you and gain the Führer ’s favor!” finished the monologuing young lady.

“We, my dear, we,” said a far more sultry voice as the scientist from earlier appeared from the shadows. “I still need my sample from you, Mr. Newman. So the darling Duchess and I came up with a plan that would make both of us happy,” she said with a sadistic smile on her face. “But don’t worry, I found a way to make it...pleasurable for you as well,” she said as she clapped her hands.

A wall quickly slid out of place and before John could even think about rushing through it. That was because as the wall slid upwards, it revealed that of a young woman behind it. John gave her a quick look over and noticed something off about her.

The girl had skin that was ghost white, black hair that was clearly disheveled and not taken care of, and a dress that seemed to be ripped in various places. Her large breasts jolted out from her chest, which seemed to cause the ripped dress to strain to stay together. Them resting on John’s chest did feel nice but he could not be distracted at this time. It was when he looked into her eyes he noticed she had no pupils. Her eyes were the distinctive color of a zombie from every single zombie video game ever created.

“Unnnggnnnn,” the undead girl said to John as she wrapped him in his arms.

“What? Did you all forget? I can control the undead!” the proud **** knight said as he used Control Undead on the girl who had caught him. John waited for a moment to allow the zombie to release him but she just continued to hold on to him. “Huh. Normally that works,” John said in a confused tone.

“You idiot commoner!” mocked Emilia to John. “Have you already forgotten I can nullify your powers?!” she said before she laughed at him.

“I mean, technically, I am a king, which makes me a noble,” John corrected her.

“What?!” gasped Emilia. “Just because you say you are a noble does not make you one!” she countered. “It’s about your bloodline!”

“No,” said John, “that’s literally how the first nobles became noble. They just kinda said they were and people all agreed,” pointed out John.

“OH. MY. GOD. I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” screamed Emilia. “LET ME KILL HIM CLAIR!” roared the Duchess.

“Now, now, my dear Duchess. You can have your fun with him after I’ve had mine,” she said with a devilish grin on her face. The angle in which John looked at this Clair woman he saw a classic anime evil scientist glare come off her glasses. Wait, did she purposely do that or did that just kinda happen? Cause if it’s the former, good on her for setting up this ominous presence but if it’s the latter, then this whole situation is just ridiculous. John thought to himself.

“Do I have any say in this?” John asked sarcastically.

“NO!” both yelled at him.

“Why do the women in my life always say that to me?” John mused to himself as he let out a long sigh.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll enjoy what I have in store for you Mr. Newman. I’m not sure if you are into my dear Emilia’s proclivities for you, but who am I to judge?” she said to her captive. “Now, my cumbie, gather his DNA sample for me!” ordered the crazy scientist.

“Wait...what?” was all John could stammer out as the zombie girl released her grasp on John to remove her torn dress. Once it was on the floor, John could not help but admire her large breasts that seemed to sag a bit. He was not sure if that was because of their size or the fact that she was undead. Her nether regions also seemed to be devoid of hair which John could not tell if that was pre or post zombification.

The cumbie, as the scientist named Clair called her, dropped to her knees as she attempted to get John’s armor off. The creature seemed to struggle quite a bit against his armor, something she was clearly not used to dealing with.

“Uh… I take it she’s not used to taking armor off?” John said in a mocking tone. This time it was Clair’s turn to sigh.

“No, she’s not. Normally she’s used on regular human males, who don’t seem to mind a girl that does not talk and is willing to let them do whatever they want to her body,” pointed out Clair.

“I could see the appeal,” admitted John. “I take it I won’t get out of her unless I fuck the sex zombie?” John asked, well aware of the answer.

“That is correct,” confirmed Clair.

“Well, guess I have **** then. Although this would be a lot easier if I could use my magic. I don’t think I even remember how to take this armor off manually…” John mumbled to himself as he began to mess with the various straps and buttons to get out of his armor. “Can’t you just like, let me use my magic to unequip all this armor? Then I’ll fuck the zombie and you can get your DNA sample or whatever,” suggested John.

“You really think I, Emilia von Ribbentrop, would fall for such a lowly trick?!”she asked with clear disdain in her voice. “I am no pathetic commoner like you!” she scoffed.

“Once again, I am a king, and thus royalty...like you,” John said, with extra emphasis on the words he knew would drive her crazy. John could visualize the steam that would be pouring out of her ears if he was in an anime instead of real life.

“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” she shouted as she started to get out of her seat. Clair’s hand quickly made its way to her shoulder and pushed her back down into her chair.

“Now, now, there’s no need for that, yet. Let my cumbie have her fun, then you are free to exact your **** on the man who would be king,” said Clair in a calm and gentle tone.

“Fine, fine. It would be unladylike of me to act in an improper manner, so I shall refrain from doing that,” Emilia said in a matter of fact tone, completely oblivious to how she acted earlier in the conversation.

“Wait, she’s kidding right?” an astonished John asked, dumbfounded.

“Emilia here had a very sheltered childhood, some social interactions are lost on the poor girl,” explained Clair in a very clinical tone.

“That checks out,” agreed John as he finally finished undoing the various pieces that held his armor on his lower body.