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Your legs ache, but you force yourself to keep going. The pistol is heavy in your hands, and you can feel exhaustion starting to slow you down.
Every waking moment has been a blur of pain and chaos ever since the Green Flu took over Fairfield—time you've spent doing your best to survive alone. You got separated from your friends early on and haven't had the luck of finding any other survivors since. But you don't have time to think about that now. You haven't gotten a moment to sit down and rest for days, and for the last couple of hours you've been jogging through the streets, desperately trying to find a safehouse.
'This is bad,' you think to yourself, body tense and straining against the urge to stop and rest for just a moment. You know that if you stop now, things won't end well. You really need to find that safehouse soon, or you're going to pass out in the middle of a horde with your luck. Thankfully — and surprisingly — it's been a while since you've come across any infected. Maybe they were slower during the day? Shit, all the more reason to hurry.
Breathing heavily from exertion, you make a turn off the road you'd been following and jog down an alleyway. Maybe it's just exhaustion, but you can swear you feel eyes on you. They've been following you ever since you left your last safehouse that morning.
You slow your steps to a careful walk as your eyes scan the alleyway, pistol lowered but ready in case anything jumps out. You see nothing out of the ordinary, and you subconsciously relax a little. You really don't like fighting off the infected, opting to flee when possible, but you will if you must, and you're uncomfortably aware of the fact that you could easily be cornered in this restricted space.
Moving forward cautiously, your feet crunch on the dirt and gravel that line the ground. It's dark — or more like covered in shadow — the only light coming from the setting sun above the buildings, and eerily silent except for the wind. The ground is covered in trash, dead leaves, some old spots of blood and bile...
"Grrrgh..."
The sound is guttural and wet. 'Human,' your mind supplies. Infected.
You whip around to face the noise just as the Hunter gracefully lands across from you at the other end of the alleyway. So something was following you. You mentally curse yourself for not paying attention to the rooftops above you, where you knew Hunters like to hang out. Although special infected were rare, you've run into a few Hunters before, and the sight of one so close to you triggers every survival instinct your body has.
You raise your pistol and cautiously take a step back, weariness gone as adrenaline enters your bloodstream. The Hunter stands still. Crouched, twitching, and visibly breathing heavily. He growls again. You clench your jaw and aim the gun at him with shaking hands. Then he lunges, and despite the gun in your hands, your body chooses flight. You hear a screech behind you as you turn and bolt, but you only get a couple of feet before a heavy weight slams into your side, making you fall forward. Your hands shoot out in front of you on instinct to catch yourself, but as a result, your gun goes flying. The breath is knocked out of you as your chest hits the ground. On the ground, with no gun, with a special infected closing in, you panic, running fully on instinct. You claw at the ground and manage to turn onto your back. Fear freezes you as you take heaving breaths, staring with wide eyes at the Hunter now crouched on all fours by your feet. You tremble as he slowly begins to crawl over you.
Too scared to move, you lie stock still as you take him in. He's wearing a faded blue hoodie heavily stained with dirt and blood, with the hood obscuring the upper half of his face. His lips are drawn back in a snarl, and you can see his sharp teeth and chin glisten with spit and blood. Your eyes move down to the arms of his hoodie, which are taped down with duct tape, and to his hands, where his nails have grown into sharp, bloodstained claws. Trailing your eyes further down his body, you almost choke on your own spit as your eyes meet his exposed dick. Motherfucker isn't wearing any pants or underwear. How the fuck does that happen? Was he hanging around half naked when he turned? Or did he rip them off himself after the fact?
You're so caught off guard that you just gape and stare at his flaccid penis. For basically being a walking corpse, it doesn't look as revolting as you might've thought. It's a sickly pale greyish hue like the rest of his exposed skin, and the head is a soft purpleish pink. Other than that, it's actually not the worst one you've seen. He's quite well endowed too.
And as you stare, it actually fucking twitches.
'Oh, hell no!' you think as you're immediately snapped out of your shock.
Thankfully, your mind is starting to catch up with your body, and right as his face is above your legs, you throw your leg up and knee him in the chin as hard as you can. His head snaps upward from the force, and you can hear his teeth clank together as his jaw is slammed shut. He recoils with a yelp, giving you an opening to quickly shuffle out from under him. You roll onto your front and move to stand up, but just as you scramble to your feet, you're knocked back down. A hand on the back of your head slams you to the ground, and you groan from the impact. Your cheek is painfully pressed into the rough gravel as the Hunter lands on top of you with his face at the nape of your neck.
You're now lying face down, ass up, with a special infected leaning over you and growling in your ear. The hit to your head must've been quite hard because you find yourself amused at your predicament. You generally don't mind some manhandling, but now's kind of not the right time. You huff at the fact that you're having dirty thoughts now.
You're snapped back to reality, however, when you feel the weight on your back shifting lower. You begin to try to struggle free, but a threatening growl and tightening grip from his clawed hands stop you. The message is clear: ' Keep still or I will hurt you.'
You can only see so much over your shoulder, but you can feel the Hunter's claws trail down your body, occasionally piercing your clothes and drawing small lines across your skin. His powerful hands come to a stop at your thighs. He digs his fingers into the sensitive flesh, and you hiss at the sting as his claws poke through the fabric of your pants. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his silhouette crouched behind you, and you wonder what he's doing. Surely he would've already killed you if he wanted to?
Suddenly, pain blooms between your legs as he brings his claws down across your rear, effectively tearing a hole in both your pants and underwear and leaving shallow cuts across your sensitive skin.
"Hey-!" You yelp and jerk forward, instinctively trying to get away from the sting. But your complaint is cut off by a gasp as you feel him shove his face between your legs. You feel him breathe heavily against you, and you shudder. Then he sticks his tongue out and drags a firm swipe across your hole. It catches you off guard, and you gasp, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you wonder what the fuck he's doing. But your thoughts are ripped away from you when he abruptly shoves his tongue inside your tight hole.
"Ngh!" You groan through clenched teeth and claw against the dirt in an attempt to ground yourself.
His tongue moves around inside you, exploring your insides with determination. His clawed grip on your thighs keeps you in place and forces you to stay still in fear of those sharp claws inflicting worse wounds than they already had. By now, you can feel small droplets of blood snake down your thighs from where they already pierce your skin.
As he keeps going, your body is starting to get used to his ministrations, and you unconsciously begin leaning into him. You press your face into the dirt and whimper. Embarrassed that you're actually starting to enjoy getting tonguefucked by an infected. Your mind is begging your body to move, but you're both too scared of what he would do to you. At least that's what you tell yourself. You definitely don't clench down on his slick muscle as it frantically explores you.
When he pulls away, you're left flushed and panting, and you swear the whine you let out is from relief and not disappointment. Then his hands release your thighs, and you wonder if that's it. Is he going to let you go just like that? You lift your head to peer back at him over your shoulder...
Never in a million years would you expect what you see. He's hard. And big. His tip is flushed a dark shade of purple-ish pink and leaking a steady stream of precum that trails down his shaft before dripping onto the ground. Your mind completely blanks out at the sight, but you're quickly snapped back when he begins to mount you. No way are you getting fucked by a fucking zombie!
You start struggling against him, trying to crawl out from under him, but despite your best efforts, he isn't about to let you get away now. He pushes you back down with his body weight and pins your forearms to the dirt with his hands. His face is now in the crook of your neck, and he growls a warning into your ear. You whimper pathetically as you realise you can't get away. The infection has made him way too strong.
He shuffles his legs around so they're better positioned between your spread thighs, and his pelvis is pressed flush against you. Your defiance is snuffed out when you feel his dick prod your inner thigh and you bite back the needy mewl that wants to escape your lips. Fuck... You shouldn't want this as much as you do.
With his chest resting against your back, his toned legs positioned firmly between yours, and strong hands gripping your forearms, he begins to rut against you.
It's messy. The infection must have made him produce more precum than he normally would, because he's smearing it all over your thighs and ass, and you can feel it dripping onto the ground beneath you.
He huffs in frustration as he grinds his dick between your asscheeks, and you whimper in response. Despite yourself, your body is starting to respond to his actions. It isn't long before you start subconsciously pushing back against him. That seems to help as his tip finally catches on your opening, and in one smooth thrust, he shoves himself deep into your guts.
"Aaah-!" Your eyes roll back into your head, and you moan at the stretch. Your mind is slipping farther into pleasure as your body welcomes him inside you with minimal resistance.
He groans into your neck, adjusts his knees between yours, and sets a brutal pace. His pelvis smacks against your ass as he pounds you into the ground. Thank god for the added lubrication, or this might've hurt in a not-so-pleasant way. But it sure is pleasant now, and the fact is clear on your face as your expression twists in pleasure.
"Ho...ly...shit! Nngh-!" You've stopped trying to contain your noises, and sounds of pleasure flow steadily from your lips.
It seems he's enjoying himself too as he pants and growls above you. His claws press into your forearms, but you barely notice. His dick rubs all the right places inside you, and your hips move back to meet his with every thrust. You can feel yourself getting close, but you want more. You need more.
You arch your back as much as you can and nearly scream as his tip is shoved roughly against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl, and eyes roll back into your skull. A drop of saliva snakes down your chin as you drool in ecstasy, mind fuzzy with bliss.
He speeds up. His hips smack hard against the soft flesh of your thighs with every thrust, and somewhere in your fucked out haze, you know you're going to be sore tomorrow. But with how good he's fucking you, you couldn't care less.
"Fuck...please!" you're begging on instinct. You're so close. Just a little more...
His thrusts are becoming increasingly sloppy, and he suddenly shoves his dick fully into you, right into your g-spot, and you're pushed over the edge.
You scream and tremble as your vision whites out, and you clench down on him. He lets out a low growl in response as he pumps you full of his cum.
You both lay there panting for a while as you come down from arguably the best orgasm of your life. When he at last pulls out, your legs collapse from under you, and you slide down to lie flat on your stomach. You feel both your fluids forming a puddle under you, and you sigh in satisfaction.
You lay there in the alley for a while, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow. When you finally regain your bearings, you lazily push yourself up and look around. The Hunter is gone without a trace. You frown and can't help but feel a little disappointed, but at least he didn't tear your chest open. You drag yourself to your feet and stumble as you fight to regain your balance.
"Damn..." you mumble to yourself. You're in disbelief of what just happened, but your aching muscles and cum-stained thighs are proof enough that it was all too real.
As you scan the ground of the alleyway for your gun, your gaze lands on a familiar-looking door. A safehouse.
You groan and mentally curse yourself. How the fuck did you miss that? Whatever, time for some much-needed rest.