RF Arousal Ch 14

The last zombie hasn’t wandered far, which is a relief. Hana, Riley, and Adella are professional athletes, but they are profoundly exhausted.

Adella and Riley wrestle the zombie to the ground, and Hana sticks her in the backside with the serum. The woman bucks, and strings of cum shoot across the grass, but that’s the extent of it. There is comparatively little drama in it compared to what happened the lab.

Adella picks her up, and they begin the walk back to the house. It’s only then that reality begins to filter in through the adrenaline and madness.

Three nude women with cocks out, carrying a fourth, covered in sweat and jizz, wheezing with exhaustion, walking through the muggy Florida woods. Riley doesn’t have enough breath to laugh.

“What do we do?” Hana asks raggedly.

“Make sure Annette goes to jail,” Riley replies.

“How?”

“I don’t know. She’ll have a phone that works. We’ll call the cops. Tell them everything.”

“Who would believe us?” Hana asks.

“The lab is right there. We’ll bring them here.”

“This will ruin FUTA,” Adella warns.

“Adella, our boss was making viruses that turn people into horny psychos. I don’t give a shit about FUTA,” Riley says fiercely.

Adella studies her face for a moment, then keeps walking without protest.

“She’ll try to keep us quiet,” Hana predicts.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Hey, I’m with you. Just let me put some underwear on before the cops show up,” Hana mutters, blushing.

“If I have an STD or something, I’m suing the shit out of these people,” Riley promises. “She obviously has money.”

“Not for long,” Adella says, and Riley smiles while Hana laughs.

The panic and adrenaline were intense. Riley is so relieved as Adella gently sets the final zombie on Annette’s pristine patio furniture. The gray color is already fading from her skin.

Riley and Adella stand side by side, looking down at her. After a moment, Riley sneaks a glance at the much taller player, unable to stop herself from smiling like an idiot and blushing a little too. This was the furniture that Adella supposedly wanted to hook up on. Adella sees her looking, and they both turn away.

Riley’s never seen Adella blush before.

“Guys,” Hana says, and they head back in with her. It’s time for this craziness—and nudity—to end. Riley craves an iced coffee like she never has before. And therapy.

The house is dark and quiet. Riley pauses. “Hang on. Something’s up.”

Adella pauses and looks back. “What is it?”

“Door’s open, but the AC’s not running. The power’s out,” Riley reports, flipping a light switch.

“Oh, man.” Hana heads to the stairs leading down to the lab. “Annette? You good?” She starts down. “Are those other chicks waking up yet?”

“They better be. Make this a class action lawsuit,” Riley grumbles, following Hana down into the dark.

“You hear that?” Adella asks as they feel their way down the corridor in the pitch black.

“My phone’s right here.” Hana feels in the dark. “Here we go.” The screen lights up her face with blue. She jabs the flashlight button, and they all wince at the sudden glare on the glass. Hana pans the light, revealing an orange eye the size of a soccer ball.