Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 1

The good thing about the Zombie Apocalypse is that all human belongings were now up for grabs for the few that survived. And so I spent the first few weeks just breaking into abandoned villas in the rich part of town, going through the stuff of other people who were most likely dead, or otherwise unlikely to return. The first thing I really missed was electricity. The power grid would hold up for a few days by itself, and then would go down in the part of town I stayed in. At night, I could still see some lights on in another part of town, but never went there to investigate. Without electricity there was no light, no refrigeration, no cooking without gas. There was plenty of food still. Suddenly, the supplies of thousands of people were left for just me, or a handful of others, I don't know, so there was no shortage of preserves, cereal, anything that would last without refrigeration. I found a few places with gas stoves and could last there for a good while, just living off supplies from neighboring houses and playing with other people's things I found in their homes. The bad thing about the Zombie Apocalypse were the Zombies. I kept my distance to them, never tried to engage one and stuck to well-fortified homes that were surrounded by high walls and were clear of Zombies. The owners had either fled after the outbreak, or were out of home when it hit. And so the Zombies were just a distant groan, outside, at night, that would wake me up occasionally and make me check the ...

... doors and windows, but nothing more. Weirdly, during those first days I had a great time. The pressure of civilization was gone, and I enjoyed searching all these rich homes, seeing things I've never seen before and living free and uninhibited. I didn't bother putting on clothes when I stayed inside and spent a lot of time masturbating. Luckily, there was a large supply of batteries, vibrators and other toys to be found. You wouldn't believe the kinky tastes some of those people had, and the thought of stuffing another woman's dildo up my twat turned me on even more. After a while, though, the trill let on, and I had to think about what to do in the long term. Humans are social animals, and even though I enjoyed being alone maybe more than most other people, I knew it would turn me crazy sooner or later if I couldn't find other people. Of course, it would do me no good to die at the bite of a Zombie while I was out there looking, and so I spent a few days planning the safest approach at finding other survivors. I figured it would be best to stay on the water. Zombies seemed to be unable to swim and it would allow me to travel safely. Also, a boat would probably draw attention of any other intelligent being around and thus would enhance my chances of discovery. Of course, that could be a bad thing, depending on how hostile the other survivors would be. So in order to defend myself I spent several days training my shooting. Even though guns were outlawed for the most part where ...