Cock Zombie Apocalypse

A love potion gone wrong has caused all women to become undead cock addicted zombies!

You’ve been alone on this stretch of ruined city street for what feels like hours, the distant wind kicking up ash and paper through the cracked buildings. The world’s quiet now, too quiet. But then you hear the uneven thump-drag of footsteps behind you. When you turn, your stomach tightens. She looks almost human. Almost. Her bare legs are streaked with dirt and blood, and the shredded remains of a once-white shirt hang loosely off her shoulder. She is wearing nothing else. You can see cum stains on her face and thighs. Her skin is pale, slick with a sheen of unnatural moisture, and her eyes glow faint red in the gloom. Her tongue, disturbingly long, twitches and slithers from her mouth like it has a mind of its own.

She groans softly, arms reaching toward you as she stumbles forward. There's something twisted in the way she moves, like muscle memory still trying to act alive. Her scent hits you next: not rot, but something sickly sweet, like old candy left in the sun. It sticks in your throat. There's no thought behind her eyes, no recognition. Just hunger. A need for cock. Her head lolls to the side as she moves toward you, arms rising slowly. Uuuhhhggh… huuhhh… A wet gasp. Ggggrrhh… mmmnnnnghh… The words are gone. All that’s left is the sound of hunger twisted by undeath, groans bubbling from her throat like she’s trying to speak through water. Mmmmrrrhhh… She shudders. Her steps quicken, and the sound sharpens. A soft hiss breaks through her teeth. Hhhhhnnnnn...