The Sword and Armor kind

A loud blaring sound comes from behind you, exactly from the trees. The zombies halts in their advance, sniff the air and growl. A feathered shaft drives into the ground at your feet. As the arrow vibrates from its sudden impact, all three creatures in an un-zombielike begin to howl.

Answering howls comes from the forest in all directions. Judging from the sounds, there must be dozens of zombies out there. While the three ignores you and call out to their friends, you catch a look of their buffet. It's half eaten and... Let just say you've seen better looking corpse than this one. The dead man is now gutless, literally, courtesy of the undead. You've never seen something so gory up close. You double over as bile rises to your throat, but there's nothing in your stomach to vomit. The void doesn't exactly give you food and you've never gone hungry.

You hear a loud buzzing, and one of the thin creatures is thrown backwards. A second arrow has embedded itself into the monster's chest. The other two creatures hiss one last time before running off into the trees.

A bellowing trumpet sound fills the air, causing the creatures to run even faster. Those things are not zombies, they're way smarter. You nearly jump out of your skin when you see something break through the foliage behind you. It is a group of four people, soldiers by the looks of chainmail armors. One of them still has the horn to his lips, and another is holding a bow in his hands. The other two carry swords. While their getups screams medieval plain and bold, you are far too scared to form any coherent conclusion.

You then remember your nakedness and slowly shift to hide your dong. Even then, they don't pay any heed to you, instead facing the half eaten corpse.

"By the gods," the horn blower says as he looks at the corpse. "The viscount is dead."

They all look very pale and frightened. The howling from the zombies rises in volume.

"We're surrounded," the archer, a man with red beard, says as he finally looks at you. "We'll draw the abominations away. I'll leave one of my soldiers with you. When the coast is clear, you need to get to Karpita."

A blond woman is left to protect you. The other three soldiers waste no time as they run back into the woods, heading in the opposite direction from the mountains. You can hear them shouting and blowing the horn as they go.

Your protector looks to be slightly younger than you, eighteen tops. She's a very fine specimen, with her platinum hued hair braided into a ponytail and her bangs hanging off the side of her beautiful face like a waterfall. Her body is designed to be noticed and desired. Her ample bosom heaves against her chainmail while her ass stretch the leather pants. She fits the curvaceous and delicate into a single world. Had it been you are in control of your life right now you'd ask her for a date, but you're naked, dirty and cold. Any amorous advances towards this her is you practically begging to get slapped.

You also notice she's scared and jittery. You're no swordmaster but the lackadaisical way she holds the blade shows she's a total newbie. Hell! She looks ready to flee at the slightest hint of danger. She finally turns to you and blush deep crimson, clearly she hasn't seen you naked before now. Clearing her throat, she adopts a more soldierly countenance and tries to keep her eyes on your upper body. She need not worry, you're really glad she's checking you out.

"I'm Fiona," she says as her eyes streaks down for a moment interval. ""What's your name?"

You blink, before replying, "I'm Jamie, Jamie Mc..."

Another series of howls interrupts your introductions. Fiona's eyes open wide, and the sword she hold nearly drop from her shaky hands. Despite the confusion and fear of the situation, you can't help noticing that she still manages to look goddamn attractive.

"This isn't good," Fiona says nervously as she clutches her sword tighter. A cold wind blow past the two of you, making you shiver. Fiona sees you and say. "Oh no, you must be freezing ." She brushes a strand of blond hair from her eyes as she looks around with a panicked but determined expression on her face.

"Can you use anything from the Viscount's body or will you take my armor?" She asks you, wide-eyed. For the first time ever, you think with your head and not your dick. Fiona stripping would be a nice thing to watch, but you're not the warrior here. She's going to need it more than you, in case those things attack and you have to fight them off. Therefore, though very sad, no sexy medieval stripping.

You look down at the bloody body. The viscount's clothing is nothing but torn rags, but interestingly enough, his cloak is unsullied from all the hell happening around it. You unfasten the cloak and pick it up. Thankfully, there's blood in few places. The garment hangs down your back, but you hold it tightly so that it covers your front as well. It feels like you're wearing a revealing hospital gown. Suddenly, five ugly zombies bursts from the trees. Fiona grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you to your feet.

"Run!" She yells.

Instead of protecting you with her sword, Fiona follows her own advice and dashes in the opposite direction from the monsters. You run after her, heading toward the mountains with the creatures following closely behind. Everything happens so quickly, you don't have time to consider whether all of this — the zombies, the middle age soldiers, your miraculous resurrection after being dead, is possible.