he does it!

I didn't hear the sound. I felt a massive blow hit my chest, shattering two ribs. The fire from the barrel stormed into my lung, burning it from the inside. THe bullet tore through, barely clipping my shoulderblade, and pinged harmlessly off the leather seat. I felt the oozing blood, but there was no pain. I held my fingers to the wound. Just a trickle of red, not the throbbing spray normally associated with such a wound.

Suddenly, I screwed my face up, and smacked him. "Goddammit! You did it you MOTHERFUCKER!" He recoiled back, looking at the revolver, and then at me, and suddenly he blushed. "Who appointed you as zombie biology expert? Jesus Christ!" I yelled, opening the car door and slipping into the darkness.

"Tara, wait! I didn't know! I thought you'd be like...like the others!" He called out. I didn't look back when he opened his door. I could feel alien impulses in my head. A perfect picture of his cock filled my mind, shooting cum in my mouth, glistening with my sex juices. I felt my pussy ache for it. Every step I took the image got stronger, and the tingling turned to burning.

"Spyder...I think..." I said, rubbing my breasts (avoiding the bullethole, of course) "...I think I know how to keep the infection at bay..."