Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 7

... worked as a maid there, for maybe six months. Kinda hard to find a job with my... special predicament, and so I was happy to take that opening. The pay wasn't great, but at least I had a place to stay." "So what happened to the other people in that house?" I asked. "I think you've seen them all around, including their neighbours," she answered, referring to the zombies we had encountered earlier. "I was keeping house when... when it happened. And most of them were out, so I locked it once I saw what was going on outside and have been hiding out in there ever since." "A few days ago they must've notice me somehow, because ever since they've been all around the place, trying to get in. And I've been running out of food anyway, so it was just a matter of time until I'd have starved, or been overrun with... what do you call them? The infected..." "Zombies," I said. "So what's in your backpacks then?" She looked down. "Just some clothes. Stuff. Everything I have, and I don't have much. I just didn't want to leave it behind." I felt sorry for her, and put an arm around her shoulder, hugging her gently. "Okay, so how do we get it back?" Becky asked. "And more importanly: How do we get it and the boat out of here? We certainly can't pull it with the bike." Toni looked at her puzzled. "Why do you want to take the boat?" she asked. "We had planned to use the river to travel. It seems the safest way to go, out of the zombies' reach and yet able to get us towards the sea," I ...

... explained. "But that boat... it's... it belongs to..." she paused and only now seemed to realize the reality of the situation. "Do you... do you think they'll ever be... normal again?" She asked. I took a deep breath. Rebekah looked deep into her eyes and answered: "Look, honey, I've seen a lot of them, and they're vicious, brutal, merciless and deadly. I've fought them for my life for days and weeks now, and so, no, I don't think they ever will be normal again. Whoever those people were, it's gone now. They're dead. Something else is in their place, and it's got our fucking boat, so how do we get it out of there?" She ran her hands across her face, then pursed her lips. "Well," she said. "They had a car around the back, with a hitch to pull a trailer." "It's not too hard to get a car," I said. "It's just that the roads are blocked, and we won't get far with that." "Well, we could take the mountain road past the abbey," she said. "Hardly anyone ever goes there, except the nuns." I looked at Becky with new enthusiasm. "Okay, let's go," I said finally. We tracked our way back to the house, checking out cars along our way and found a Mercedes station wagon with a hitch and the keys still in the ignition. Its previous owners were nowhere to be found, but I'm sure they couldn't be far. The car was stopped in the middle of a long trek of cars along the road but I managed to get it out of there and turned, taking the sidewalk to get back to where the boat was at, knocking over fences and ...