Grab the knife and defend herself

Quickly darting out of the zombie’s way, Samantha lunged for the knife. Gripping the handle tightly she dashed towards the zombie that had made to attack her. She raised the blade into the air and went to bring it down on the zombie, though it reached up as her arm came down and caught her arm. The zombie’s grip was a lot stronger than she had expected and in surprise she had let go of the knife.

Again the zombie pushed her against the wall, “This is it,” She thought to herself as the zombie came in close again, his mouth opening up. Samantha closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable bite as it tore into her flesh. But it didn’t come. Instead she felt its cold lips press against hers, its tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Samantha experienced a rush of sensations in that moment; the cold lips and tongue pushing and forcing their way against hers and the sudden sexual advancement coupled with her limited experience made her reluctantly feel aroused though despite that this was basically a corpse attempting to **** her and that mixed with the putrid smell of the zombie’s made her have to physically **** herself not to vomit. The kiss had lasted for several minutes, and despite Sam’s attempt to free herself from her captor the zombie had been much too strong for her to break free from.

Once the kiss had ended Samantha let out a gaps and dropped to her knees, and, unable to hold it back any longer she threw up on the floor. Wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt Samantha looked up at her captors and dreaded what they had in store for her. “Though,” She thought to herself. “It can’t be any worse than being their next meal, right?”