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[Wednesday] [9:21 AM]

Olivia's eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. She stretched her arms above her head, groaning slightly as her muscles protested.

As she sat up in bed, she realized that something was very wrong. Her whole body felt sore, as if she had been through a intense workout. Confused, she ran her hands over her body, wincing as she felt bruises and cuts covering her skin.

Panic set in as she remembered the events of the previous night. The sound of breaking glass, the slimy tentacle that had wrapped around her ankle, and the sensation of something probing her most private places.

"Dad! Karl!" she yelled, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Olivia strained her ears, listening for any indication that her calls had been heard. She could hear the distant sound of footsteps, and her heart raced with hope.

But the footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the unmistakable grunts and moans of the infected. Olivia shrank back against her pillows, praying that whoever was coming towards her wasn't infected.

But instead of their voices, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her room. She tensed up, unsure of whether it was her father and brother or the infected woman returning.

But as the footsteps drew closer, she recognized the familiar sound of her father's boots on the wooden floor. She let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived as she noticed that something was off about her father's movements. He sounded heavier, slower, and there was a strange guttural noise accompanying his steps.

Fear gripped her as she realized that her father and brother were now infected, just like the woman from the night before. She could hear their heavy breathing, the grunts and moans escaping their lips.

Olivia huddled under her blankets, shivering with fear as she listened to the sounds of her beloved father and brother becoming something else entirely. She couldn't bear the thought of harming them, even if it meant saving herself. So she waited, silently crying until the sounds of their footsteps faded away.

[Wednesday] [9:49 PM]

Nightfall descended upon the desolate town, casting long shadows across the devastated streets. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Jake trudged back to the military truck that served as their temporary shelter. He collapsed onto the cold metal bench in the back, his mind racing with thoughts of Jones and the gruesome fate that had befallen him.

As he reached for a bottle of water, Jake's fingers brushed against the cold steel of his M16 rifle. He hesitated for a moment, considering the bitter solace that a swig of **** might provide, but ultimately decided against it. He knew that getting drunk in the midst of a zombie apocalypse was a foolish mistake, one that could cost him his life and the lives of his fellow soldiers.

Instead, Jake leaned back against the hard metal wall of the truck and closed his eyes, trying to block out the horrific images that played like a loop in his mind. But sleep eluded him, and his thoughts remained consumed by the day's tragic events.

Just as Jake was about to give up on the prospect of rest, the sound of footsteps approached. He opened his eyes to see Jill Valentine, his girlfriend and fellow soldier, climbing into the back of the truck.

"Hey," she said softly, settling down beside him. "How are you holding up?"

Jake shook his head, his throat tight with emotion. "Not great. I can't stop thinking about Jones and the others. It's like…it's like they're still out there, trapped in those monstrous bodies."

Jill wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close. "I know it's hard, but you can't dwell on it. We need to stay strong and focused if we want to survive."

Jake nodded, wiping away a tear that threatened to spill over. "I know. It's just…hard."

Jill leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "I know it is. But we'll get through this together. I promise."

Jake felt a surge of gratitude towards Jill, grateful for her strength and unwavering support. Together, they lay down on the hard metal bench, their limbs entwined as they sought solace in each other's embrace.

[Wednesday] [10:10 PM]

Olivia woke up to the sound of moaning and grunting. She could feel the weight of someone on top of her, their breath hot and heavy on her neck. Panic surged through her as she realized that she couldn't see.

"Dad? Karl?" she called out, her voice trembling with fear.

She could feel the person on top of her shift, and then she felt another body press up against her from behind. She knew instinctively that it was her father and brother, but something was horribly wrong.

Olivia tried to push them away, but they were too strong. She could feel their hands groping her, their tongues exploring her body.

"Stop! Get off me!" she screamed, but her voice was weak and hoarse from earlier.

She could feel the saliva dripping down her body as they lapped at her skin. She could feel their cocks, hard and eager, pressing against her.

"No, please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

But they didn't stop. They didn't seem to hear her. It was as if they were animals, driven purely by their base urges.

Olivia felt a hand slide between her legs, and she bucked wildly, trying to dislodge it. But the hand persisted, finding her opening and thrusting inside.

She cried out in pain and humiliation as they took turns fucking her, their grunts and moans filling the room. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't comprehend the fact that her own father and brother were **** her.

Olivia could feel the hot streams of cum fill her up, one after the other. First Karl, then Chris, both of them emptying themselves inside of her without a word. The feeling of their releases triggered something in them, and they began to fuck her harder, faster, as if they couldn’t get enough.

Olivia's mind went blank as she felt herself being used, violated in the worst way possible. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't comprehend the fact that her own father and brother were doing this to her. She wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but her voice was gone, her throat raw from earlier.

She could feel the wetness of their combined releases leak out of her, running down her thighs and pooling underneath her. She could feel their hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, their tongues tracing patterns on her skin. She wanted to puke, to push them away, but she couldn't move, couldn't do anything except lay there and take it.

Hours passed, or maybe it was just minutes, Olivia couldn't tell. She could feel herself getting sore, her body aching from the **** it was taking. But still they continued, their movements growing sloppier, their grunts louder.

Finally, mercifully, they both pulled out of her, their releases spilling out of her and joining the mess below her. Olivia could hear them collapse onto the bed beside her, their breathing heavy and labored.

She lay there for a long time, her body shaking with sobs, her mind numb with shock. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to process what had just happened. She couldn't believe that her own father and brother had just **** her, couldn't believe that they had treated her like a piece of meat.

Eventually, the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow into the room. Olivia could feel the first rays of light on her skin, and she knew that it was time to get up, time to face the day. She slowly sat up, wincing as her body protested the movement. She could feel the cum dripping out of her, sticking to her skin and leaving a trail wherever she went.

She made her way to the bathroom, her legs shaking with every step. She turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remains of the night. She stayed there for a long time, letting the water flow over her, cleansing her of the filth that had been **** upon her.