Spyder makes an entrance

Suddenly I saw something familiar among the zombies that were still pouring into the area from the far hallway, and I could feel my breath quickening as I recognized Spyder's leather jacket in the throng. Seeing one of the arms ripped off and his flesh bruised made me nearly jump right out of our hiding place, as despite of our many quarrels I still loved him with the whole of my heart.

Nedra pulled me back down again as I stretched my neck to get a better view however, managing to snap me back to the surreal reality of our situation. Now I could see that Spyder was every bit as changed as the others, shambling along while driven by the most primitive of instincts alone. Whether he was dead or not, it hurt my feelings though when he hastened towards Darlene and the zombies that had her in their grip. Just the thought of him getting it on with that uppity cheerleader, and right in front of my eyes, was making my blood run hot.

Remembering how she'd made several passes on him in the past however, I found my feelings rather split between jealousity and some strange sense of justice. In some ways it served that snotty blonde just right to suffer a fate like this, considering how many hearts she'd broken over the years. If there ever existed a hell for sluts like her, it would likely include getting banged by mindless hordes of ex-lovers, who finally proved what was the only thing they truly wanted from her.

"Ohmygod..." Nedra whispered by my side, once again drawing me back to reality, and making me feel a just a little ashamed for smiling at what was about to happen. Luckily she hadn't seen the look on my face though, as her eyes were entirely focused on the scene in front of us.

Just like I pictured him, Spyder was one of those zombies that just waded through the others to get to his prey. He barely even stopped to let the others make way, but simply shoved the one currently on top of Darlene to the floor. Then he pulled her up to her feet, allowing us a glimpse of her terrified face, before she was hauled on top of the mass of undead bodies. Clawed hands immediately reached up to grasp at her trembling body, and she was much too worn out already to try and fight back.

Moments later Spyder was firmly lodged inside of her, and I had that wicked sense of justice being served again when he started thrusting into her weary body. I just hoped that Nedra wouldn't turn her head and notice me smiling to myself, nor the way my hand slipped down to nudge at the heat spreading between my legs...