Shotgun boy

You're free of zombies. It feels as if a football team has just used you - but, really, it was just two of these horribly strange zombies with their giant cocks. Your clothes are pretty much ruined, just scraps of cloth that cling to your sweaty body.

It's clear to you that you'd be in some serious trouble if it hadn't been for the shotgun blast that had taken care of the zombie attacker.

As you stagger to your feet you see the newcomer approach you. He's young, younger than you, covered in scratches and he's reloading an ancient looking shotgun when the next waves of zombies tackle him.

You watch him go down under the weight of three, four, five zombies. One of the zombies is already thrusting - but it's too soon and out of place, its giant cock is simply slipping back and forth between the legs of two other zombies closer to the centre of the attack pile.

You could reach the small church if you ran now. You can see more zombies approaching from all around.