Grace

The warm air tingled Grace’s naked body. Grace was surprised how clearly she could feel it. Normally, this sensation would be dulled by Grace’s lust corrupted mind, however today Grace could feel it as clear as when she was human.

Grace was standing a field that stretch out all around her. The long grass rose up to her knees, and as Grace walked through the field, she was surprised that she could actually make out the itching sensation of it on her legs.

Grace continued walking slowly through the field, her mind preoccupied with the many thoughts now flowing through it. For the first time in months Grace felt in control of herself. It felt like waking up from a dream she couldn’t remember falling asleep for. Her mind felt groggy, and her memories were muddy, distorted versions of what they should be. All she knew was that every single cell in her body was screaming at her to find someone to have sex with.

It had been a long time since Grace had last fucked someone. Grace couldn’t remember the last time she had been stuffed with someone’s cock, but she wanted to be so bad.

The one thing Grace was sure of was that she was lost. She stood on the edge of the field, surrounded on all sides by forest. Large oak and cedar trees reached up and the ground was covered with their roots. With no other choice, Grace walked into the forest.

This had been Grace’s life for the little amount of time she could remember. It had been almost like an electric shock, the moment when Grace regained consciousness. One moment she had been walking in a haze, the next she found herself fully aware of her surrounds and herself. Most notably how horny she was.

As Grace stopped in the forest, surrounded by the trees, she felt her hand begin to snake itself down towards her cunt. Grace watched as she unconsciously moved her hand. It would be so easy, to stick three fingers inside of herself and finger herself until she came. Grace wanted to so badly, she wanted to come and return to the lustful haze she had lived in until recently. But something was stopping her. Somewhere deep within her zombified brain, Grace didn’t want to lose her newfound sanity. She knew that if she let herself come, she would turn back into a zombie. So, as her hand was about to enter her cunt, Grace grabbed it with her other hand, stopping its advance.

Grace kept walking, moving slowly over the hard ground. The sun shined down through the trees illuminating the forest around her. It struck Grace that it was a beautiful day. The fact that this idea was able to penetrate her infected mind made Grace all the more committed to keeping herself sane.

Grace walked aimlessly, as day turned to night then back many times over. Grace didn’t know where she was going, and she didn’t know where she came from. All she knew was that she was somewhere, and we eventually she would be somewhere else.