Make haste

With one last, longing look over my shoulder at the clothing store, I head out toward the convenience store. If I move fast, I should be able to get there, secure some food and water, and come back before it gets too dark.

I set a quick pace, my ruined sneakers scuffing and snagging against rough asphalt as I push myself onwards. My legs protest the effort, malnourishment making them weaker then they used to be. I groan as my stomach grumbles again, demanding sustenance.

What's worse is feeling the drafts caused by my rapid movement. I can feel cool air blowing through the myriad tears in my shirt and pants, curling about my already hard nipples and chilling my wet pussy. God, I'm so horny right now. Almost subconsciously, my left hand drifts upwards, through one of the larger holes in my shirt, and absently tweaks my right nipple, sending a small spike of pleasure surging through my loins.

My reverie is broken by a couple of loud groans just to my left. I freeze as my head twists towards the sound, and I gasp as I spot two zombies lurching my way, their hard cocks waving in front of them. I lick my lips at the sight, my pussy leaking into my ruined jeans. I could really use a hard cock right now...