Beth's story, cont.

Hector was on me, quickly. I tried to push him away, but his cold, unfeeling eyes met mine, and I knew then that the world I had known was over. I could feel the cold, slow drip of blood from his wounds onto my hot skin. I pushed on his face, but he felt no pain so he didn't move. I squirmed in front of the car, but he didn't care.

I went stiff when I felt it. His cold cockhead pushed against my panties like two rams fighting. "NONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!" my mind reeled as I heard his grunts. With a violent tug, he tore my panties off. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. It was too unreal.

"Hector, hon...DONT!" was all I got out before I felt it. His thick prick was poised at my pussy, jabbing up and down my lips until it found the opening. I looked into those milky eyes, smelled the blood stained breath, and clamped my teeth as I felt it slide in, frim; deep; and fast.

Don't ask me why, but I always get as wet as a rainforest when a zombie is in me, and it was no different with him. I came, hard and fast, within seconds of him being inside me. It didnt' know what to think, so it fucked me harder and harder, and I clamped its body to my own as my cunt gripped and spasmed and dripped as it pounded into me over and over over.

I don't remember all of what I did. A flash comes back occasionally. His mouth over my pussy, my tongue flicking his cockhead, my lips parted as he takes me from behind...

I do remember, however, the end. He had me so my legs were folded up to my chest, ramming me deep and fast with wild, animal grunts, and finally, he came. I felt the lukewarm jism spill into me and watched his eyes glaze over. I was horrified, but then I saw, and heard, something I didn't expect:

"B...Beth...What....have...I..." and he was gone. Collapsed beside me, clutching his wounds. I felt my chest heave as I rolled over to look at him. His eyes were a dark chestnut, as they should have been. His features: pained.

"Beth, I'm sorry..." He said to me. I stroked his face and kissed him.

"Its alright, Hector. Go to sleep." I said, a tear rolling down my face. I pushed a strand of red hair from my cheek, and gasped as he took his last breath.

So here I am. Beth DeMoss. Savior. Wow. What a gig.