Love Revived A Zombie Romance

Okay, okay, I can explain

I hit the ground hard causing the wind to knock out of me. Cutting my legs badly in the fall, my pants are shredded but even worse I am bleeding more and zombies are starting to swarm. Quickly getting up I grab my sword and start hacking and slicing zombies as the approach but as more seconds go by, more and more come towards me and I will be quickly overwhelmed. No, this can’t be how I end.

Suddenly a loud roar erupts from one of the zombies and I know that roar. It was the sound that zombie made just before it killed my husband. Everything seems to stop around me and I realize the zombies did stop. Shaking off my shock I start slashing into them again. Soon they too seem to shake off whatever they were going through because they start on me again. As I begin to become overwhelmed a zombie grabs my shirt and I scream. This is it. This is how I die or turn into one of them.

I close my eyes and then suddenly I am free. I open my eyes to see that the zombies around me are trying to come towards me but– but my zombie that milky eyed, whimpersing fucker is fighting them. I take only a moment to realize that he will get overwhelmed and I grab my sword tighter and start fighting with him. I can’t help but be in awe at him fighting his own kind for me. At least I think it’s for me.

As he picks up a zombie he tears them in half, I gasp at the sight only to see him look over his shoulder at me and maybe I imagined it but it looked like he smirked. The zombies don’t stop though and I feel myself getting tired and becoming slower and slower. As a zombie runs at me I find I don’t have the strength anymore to hold my sword up. Just when the zombies gnashing teeth are inches from my face a hand juts out from behind me and grabs its face. The guttering sound it makes sends shivers down my spine and then suddenly the zombie's head is crushed within that hand.

I look up at my rescuer only to see a zombie, my zombie caked with blood, just as I am at the moment. Before I can say thank you he picks me up and jumps so high my heart drops. We land on a roof of a*****e nearby and then he disappears off the building once he sets me down. I take a moment to rest but before I know it I am asleep. Exhaustion finally won me over.

When I wake up it’s in the evening now and I can hear the moans of all the zombies below mixed with my moans? As I wake up I notice that someone is between my legs and is licking my p***y again. God I hope it's the same zombie and not a new one. Looking down I see the same white bloody, dirty hair of my zombie and relax, laying back down.

As I feel his tongue move through my wet folds I jult up only to be growled at. But the growel vibrates his tongue on my c**t making my insides clench. I let out a moan and the zombies below seem to echo it. Great, I have an audience. I try to push the zombie away from me but he growls more and longer this time sending me over the edge. I c*m…from a zombie…eating my p***y.

I just lay there while the zombie licks all my release away more fervently than before and I notice that I don’t feel his dry tongue, it actually feels wet and nice. Giving up I let him finish up and push him away a few minutes later. That was intense, this man–zombie made me c*m and c*m HARD. The zombie begins to whimper again but seems inert on where he is.

Sighing I get up and slide my legs away from him, tucking them up under my dress. Dried blood coats my legs from where I fell and I feel grimy from the zombie gore that's on me no doubt. When I look at the zombie crouched down in front of me just a foot away I meet his milky white eyes and my radio buzzies.

“s**t, f**k, Gwen, Gwen, do you read? Are you alive? Please tell me you are alive. Please respond.” I blink a few times and grab my radio at my side.

“Copy I am here.” I radio back and realize he must be close to see the swarm if he is this panicked. “Are you close?”

“Yes, we thought– we thought a zombie was eating you and heard your screams. I blush thinking of what just happened.

“No, I just have a few cuts and I am hungry so nothing new.” I laugh a little and look around. I am still on stop of a building a story perhaps two up and– frowning I look at a broken vending machine laying on its side. Before I can think more on it, Jack radios back.

“Who is with you?” I freeze looking at the zombie and I know they must be using binoculars or they are closer than I thought if they can see him. I don’t know why I lie and I don’t think I am protecting him– it. I just don’t think when I respond.

“It’s a wild human.”

A whistle rings through the radio before Jack speaks “You hooked up with a wild human.”

Dread falls down my entire body like a thick slim at the realization that they saw, THEY SAW this zombie eat my p***y and, oh no! They heard, they f*****g HEARD my moans. They weren’t talking about earlier they were talking about moments ago. I stare out at nothing in pure utter shock. I can’t go back to the colony, I don’t know what is worse, a zombie or wild humans. Zombie; I think and that’s what eat my p***y.

“Are you there?” The radio buzzies.

I answer with blanketed in shock, “yeah I am here.”

“Good. How did you get the wild human to help you? How did you escape that zombie?”

“I uh, jumped out the window and–” I look at the zombie coated in blood and smile for some reason. “He just kinda followed me and saved me.” This is true not him being a wild human, maybe he is one that turned into a zombie. Do those eat p***y instead of humans? What a great mutation. I think to myself and then shake my head. What am I even thinking?

“Got it, should we meet up when the zombies head out?”

I panic a little knowing the zombie will most likely follow me and I don’t know what I am thinking but I don’t want the zombie to die. “I think the wild human is still skittish. I think we are going to stay put for a day or so and I will meet you back at the colony.”

“I don’t think traveling alone is a good idea with a wild human–” I sigh knowing he is right but if he or any of the others get close they will kill the zombie on sight and well, he saved my life and I can’t do that to him.

“ I will be fine here.” I assure him. “I don’t think the zombie hoard will leave anytime soon.”

“What if there are super zombies like that one?” He is right. I know he is right. I am in danger with all these zombies below and no food, with my zombie who could turn on me at any moment. I don’t know if he will or not but it’s still a possibility.

A sigh rings through the radio before Jack speaks, “Okay we will head out back to the colony to drop our load off and I will come back for you.” He says this with a whisper of hope in his voice. I know he likes me and I have not returned any of his affections, but still he tries and cares for me; he would come back for anyone, I think to myself.

“See you later.” I say

“See you later.” He responds and the radio goes silent.

I take my legs out from under my dress and look at my cut up legs with a sigh. Now that my high from my orgasm is over, pain radiates from my legs. Taking a closer look at them I notice that everything looks to be superficial and it doesn't look like I will need stitches. Bruises are beginning to blossom over my legs and moving them hurt. I look at my hand to see a deep gash in my palm.

My stomach growels and the stupid zombie that saved my life begins to whimper again. I bite back a sigh and look around and that’s when I notice I don’t have my sword. I am defenseless. I look at the broken vending machine and there seems to be food? Oh my god, there's food in it. Scrambling to my feet I race over to it ignoring the pain in my legs and the ache in my muscles.

Once I am at it I dig inside to find bags of chips. Please be good, I pray. Grabbing a bag I almost cry when I see it unopened and immediately tear it open. Looking inside I don’t see anything wrong with it so I push on. Holding the bag to my mouth I tilt my head back so that the contest falls into my mouth. They are stale but still it’s food.

As I am scarfing down I become aware of footsteps nearing me and I startle. Turning around quickly I see that it’s just a zombie, well my zombie and I watch him walk toward me no longer whimpering. He almost walks like a human, zombies normally shuffle but wasn’t he doing that before? Ignoring my own question I turn back to my food and continue eating as much as I can. I don’t know when the next time I will be able to eat is.

Once the zombie approaches me it squats down next to me and watches me as I eat, not whimpering just starting. I want to find it odd but I am so hungry I don’t care at the moment. When I am done eating my fill, well everything that I can in that broken vending machine I turn towards the zombie. My zombie now, I realize and decide that it needs a name, or maybe he already has one?

“What’s your name?” I ask it turning to him. A gurgling sound comes out in response and I raise my eyebrows. Well I will be damned, I think he responded to me. “What?” I ask again as the same gurgling noise spews forth from its black lips. “Okay.” I say simply and give up. “For whatever reason I saved you just as you saved me. We are even now. You got that?” I ask it only to get a blank stare in return. “Okay then…”

I get up and grab my pack where I left it searching for my small first aid kit that's inside. When I notice my cantine I pick it up, only to realize I am out of water and need it to clean my wounds. Not to mention a bath would be nice or just a wet rag really would feel like heaven at this point. I open up my cantine and take a sip, well drink the last drop. So I need water, more food, and shelter… and pants. At least I am wearing a dress, covered in filth.

I get up and walk around to check out my surroundings. I walk around the roof to see zombies on every side. Damn this will be rough and I can’t jump to the other building. My eyes drift to my friend and I wonder briefly if he can help… will he even understand? I sigh and look down at the sea of zombies and spot something shiny. My sword is laying in the middle of a circle of dead zombies. I should let it go, I know I should but I can't right now. That sword was Jacob’s. He bought it when the zombie outbreak first happened and everything else but that sword is the only thing that survived with me all the time. I can’t let it go.