Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 1

... map to explore it the next day. I woke up with one of the candles still inside my pussy, having played with them the night before I went to sleep. I cursed the lack of foresight and toilet paper making a mental note to ravage somebody's bathroom at the next possible occasion. Hygiene has become a luxury, as running water got increasingly scarce. I had not showered in weeks, and most of all missed washing my hair. So, next mission: Bathroom. I had a can of peaches for breakfast before I made my way back down the same staircase I had come up. No Zombies had wandered in there over night and so I could resume my path through the streets and alleys, heading for the building I thought the light was coming from the night before. It was warm, and though I only wore light clothing, it was soon drenched in sweat. I tried to stay in the shade, as my pale skin is very sensitive to sunlight, being a redhead and all. Down a few blocks of buildings, I found the first dead Zombies. Someone had pierced their foreheads, leaving an ugly gaping hole. They littered the street, rotting in the summer heat, the stench almost taking my breath away. It was impossible to determine how long they've been dead, but I followed the trail of bodies to another, smaller, apartment complex. The door was shut, but I could climb up a balcony and enter one of the apartments. Inside it was quiet, no sounds of Zombies or anything else. But I remained cautious. If this was the building I saw the light from earlier, ...

... somebody might still be around, and I didn't want them to find me before I found them. I snuck around the apartment, listening into the silence of the building, until I suddenly heard a rumbling sound coming from above. I went out into the staircase, crouched, my gun drawn from its holster, sneaking quietly up the stairs. When I reached the next floor, I could hear some more noises coming from an apartment just across the hall. It sounded like doors opening and closing, and someone speaking in a language I didn't recognize. I got to the apartment door I thought it was coming from and listened. Inside, someone was moving, mumbling words. It was a female voice, but the language sounded foreign. It certainly wasn't any language I understood. I waited until the noise was further away from the door, then quietly tried to open it. It was locked. I tried the adjacent apartments, finding one I could enter and went through it to the balcony outside the building. I left my backpack there and climbed across to the other balcony and peeked through the door. Inside it was dark, but I could make out a living room with a few chairs and a sofa, and the shade of someone laying down on it. The balcony door was half open, probably to let some air into the room, and so I quietly opened it wider and snuck inside. Coming closer to the sofa, I saw the dark, chocolate brown legs of tall, black woman laying on her back, squirming slightly. She was about twenty five years old, with short, curly hair, ...