Of all the school years to have a zombie apocalypse happen, this had to be the worst! Chloe had just turned 18, was about to finish her Senior year of High School, and go on a wonderful skiing trip to Aspen when the world collectively went to hell. Instead of enjoying the slopes and shopping she was so looking forward to, the popular little ditz was nigh-hyperventilating on the top of an overturned school bus, with a hungry little band of rotting, flesh-starved corpses groaning up at her, their brittle, clawed fingers reaching up anxiously for the squishy, warm, fleshy treat that she promised.
“Dude, are you just going to STAND THERE!?” She shouted, tears streaming down her pretty face, vibrant blue eyes sore and red from their shedding of tears. Chloe’s bleach blonde bobbed hair swished like a silky curtain as she looked frantically all around her elevated position, finding it surrounded by famished dead people.
The onlooker was tall, broad shouldered, built like a powerful, thick brick, his head shorn clean and bald, broad chin decorated with a thick goatee. Thick, strong arms were folded over a barrel chest, and his imposing, tall and confident frame was adorned with all manner of gritty, gruesome and well-worn weaponry. “Yea, something like that.” He replied, a wry grin overtaking his brooding face.
Chloe gave a grunting sigh of frustration. “Like, what the HECK! You are RIGHT THERE on the street and they are coming after ME?!”
“Yep.” The onlooker answered. “See, they’re not exactly SMART, but they are predators. They see me, and they see a challenge. They see you, and they see…” His smile widened. “Low hanging fruit—er, MEAT, as it were…”
“So you will just stand there and watch them EAT ME!?” Chloe shouted, stomping her feet on the bus she was standing on. The gesture of girlish frustration sent her thick, full chest on a wonderful display of bobbling in the process. Her short, enticing plaid schoolgirl skirt also jostled with the gesture, exposing creamy, thick and golden tan thighs as well as tiny, gray and pink laced panties. The onlooker did not miss either chance to steal a glance.
“Probably. Unless you make me an offer to help you, that is…” He let his voice trail off.
Chloe’s eyes widened as she saw the assembled mob of Zombies begin to climb onto each other, making some kind of undead wall that was slowly, clumsily scaling the school bus she was perched atop. “Dude, I don’t have anything! What, do you want, like, MONEY!?” She rolled her eyes and chewed frantically on her bubble gum—a nervous tick of hers.
“Oh, you can pay me in ways besides money.” He bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned the short, busty blonde in peril. “I’ll just be needing one hour of your time, darling. One hour of your time where you obey me, do whatever I say, answer whatever I ask, and DO whatever I tell you to DO.” He tilted his head and observed her situation growing more precarious. “Unless, of course, you’d rather test your luck with your new friends?” There was a dangerous silence in the air as he paused. “Well?”
“Dude, are you just going to STAND THERE!?” She shouted, tears streaming down her pretty face, vibrant blue eyes sore and red from their shedding of tears. Chloe’s bleach blonde bobbed hair swished like a silky curtain as she looked frantically all around her elevated position, finding it surrounded by famished dead people.
The onlooker was tall, broad shouldered, built like a powerful, thick brick, his head shorn clean and bald, broad chin decorated with a thick goatee. Thick, strong arms were folded over a barrel chest, and his imposing, tall and confident frame was adorned with all manner of gritty, gruesome and well-worn weaponry. “Yea, something like that.” He replied, a wry grin overtaking his brooding face.
Chloe gave a grunting sigh of frustration. “Like, what the HECK! You are RIGHT THERE on the street and they are coming after ME?!”
“Yep.” The onlooker answered. “See, they’re not exactly SMART, but they are predators. They see me, and they see a challenge. They see you, and they see…” His smile widened. “Low hanging fruit—er, MEAT, as it were…”
“So you will just stand there and watch them EAT ME!?” Chloe shouted, stomping her feet on the bus she was standing on. The gesture of girlish frustration sent her thick, full chest on a wonderful display of bobbling in the process. Her short, enticing plaid schoolgirl skirt also jostled with the gesture, exposing creamy, thick and golden tan thighs as well as tiny, gray and pink laced panties. The onlooker did not miss either chance to steal a glance.
“Probably. Unless you make me an offer to help you, that is…” He let his voice trail off.
Chloe’s eyes widened as she saw the assembled mob of Zombies begin to climb onto each other, making some kind of undead wall that was slowly, clumsily scaling the school bus she was perched atop. “Dude, I don’t have anything! What, do you want, like, MONEY!?” She rolled her eyes and chewed frantically on her bubble gum—a nervous tick of hers.
“Oh, you can pay me in ways besides money.” He bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned the short, busty blonde in peril. “I’ll just be needing one hour of your time, darling. One hour of your time where you obey me, do whatever I say, answer whatever I ask, and DO whatever I tell you to DO.” He tilted his head and observed her situation growing more precarious. “Unless, of course, you’d rather test your luck with your new friends?” There was a dangerous silence in the air as he paused. “Well?”
