Taken by the Zombie Horde

by Adrian Blue

  Taken by the Zombie Horde

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2017, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Sophie paused in the middle of the road and looked both ways. There was nothing but trees for as far as the eye could see. She had left Northern California days ago, and the evergreens of Oregon had taken over. The road she traveled down was a narrow, winding two lane highway. She had not seen anyone, zombie or human for two days.

  The wind suddenly blew in from the east, carrying a familiar low moan with it. They were coming. Sophie jogged to the opposite edge of the road and stepped off the highway. The moment she entered the trees, the sunlight faded. Shadows of the towering evergreens closed around her. Shuffling steps came closer, the groaning growing louder.

  She crouched low to the ground and sprinted between the trees. Branches slapped at her face and body as she ran down the hill to flat ground. The sounds slowly faded until there was nothing but the rustle of her passing through the forest. Sophie paused to look around.

  The trees abruptly ended at the edge of a dirt road. It ran both ways for as far as she could see. Sophie glanced back over her shoulder. Nothing moved in the forest behind her and the only sound was the wind and the occasional bird song. She stepped onto the road and began walking.

  The narrow, dirt path curved toward the west after about half a mile and Sophie slowed to a stop. Her mother told her to avoid the coastline. Most of the people had fled that direction when things took a turn for the worst. The zombie population was still far higher there. She would be safer inland.

  A branch snapped off to her left and Sophie jerked. She narrowed her eyes, peering into the shadows. Seconds later, the token groan of the dead echoed through the trees. The zombies were tracking her. Sophie gripped the shoulder straps of her pack and started walking again.

  There were millions of them, but they were slow. She fell into a light jog. If she stayed ahead of them, found a place she could barricade herself in for the night, they would probably pass her by. Or the same thing would happen to her that happened to the couple that left San Jose with her. A zombie horde swarmed them and there was nothing left but blood smears on the pavement.

  Sophie shivered at the memory. Of all the ways to die, she thought zombies must be the worst. They were slow in their eating and it could take hours for their prey to bleed to death. Sophie shoved the morbid thoughts away and focused on finding a place to pass the night. There had to be a cabin or hunting shack somewhere nearby. The road had to lead somewhere.

  She crested a small hill and paused. A cozy cabin sat at the bottom of the hill in a small clearing. It was overgrown, fallen branches covering one corner of the roof and collapsing half of the porch. Compared to the zombie-infested forest, it was an oasis. Sophie hurried toward it.

  She climbed the porch steps, ducking under a branch that had speared its way through the crumbling shingles. She peered up at the damage done by the fallen limbs. It appeared to be localized to the porch. The cabin itself seemed to be intact. Sophie eyed the front door.

  She slowly reached down to her side to pull her hunting knife from its holster. The closed door was a good sign, but she had learned not to be hasty. Too many people had died from that. And if she had learned nothing else from the fiasco in San Jose, she had learned that other people were often more dangerous than the zombies.

  Sophie inched closer to the closed door. She winced as the floorboards creaked beneath her boots, but reached out with one hand. The doorknob turned easily. She gave the door a light push and it swung open with a loud squeak. Sophie tensed, glancing back over her shoulder at the forest. The zombies had definitely heard that.

  Everything in her wanted to lock herself inside the cabin and hunker down, but good sense told her otherwise. She had to clear the building first. The only thing worse than zombies outside was a zombie locked inside with her, waiting to pop out of an unsearched closet. Sophie adjusted her grip on her knife and quietly slipped inside the cabin.

  It was dark from the dust covering the windows. Obviously, no one had been there in a while. A good sign. Sophie closed the door behind her and peered into the shadows. Nothing moved aside from some cobwebs hanging in the corner. The cabin was a single room with only two doors. One behind her and one that likely led to the bathroom.

  There was a narrow cot against the wall on her right and a small fireplace across from her. Aside from the cot and a massive elk head mounted above the fireplace, the cabin was empty. The kitchenette in the corner lacked any plates, glasses, or cutlery. Apparently, the hunter who owned the cabin brought everything with him. Sophie sighed.

  She bent to peek under the bed. There was nothing but dust and a few empty shotgun shells. She started to shrug off her bag and paused. The bathroom. Sophie tightened her grip on the knife and crossed the room to the bathroom door. It swung open with an ominous creak to reveal a small sink and a composting toilet.

  The room was barely large enough to turn around, but she checked behind the door just to put her mind at ease. The cabin was secure and empty. She sighed and shrugged off her backpack. She could stay the night, but then she would have to move on. From the last map she saw, there should be a town less than five miles away.

  Chapter Two

  Sophie carefully lifted the edge of the cardboard covering the window and peered out. After leaving the cabin, she had wandered for days. The town on the map was much further north than she had realized. There had been a few close calls. She shivered and pulled her blanket closer around her.

  The street outside was deserted, but that could change at any time. The zombie hordes were getting bigger as the number of humans fell. When she finally found the town most of it was uninhabitable, burnt out husks of houses and buildings. The few that had escaped the fire were all in what had been the historical district. Buildings made from centuries-old brick.

  She had set up a temporary base in what had been a lawyer’s office, directly across from the partially burned-down courthouse. A military surplus store down the street had been mostly untouched. Everyone had died before they thought to stock up. It was a depressing thought. It made her think of the group from her hometown.

  Her parents, their neighbors, Dan and Barbara, and a few people from the next neighborhood over. It seemed like forever since she saw them and the loneliness was starting to eat away at her. Dan, before he died from pneumonia, used to say none of them had any hope of seeing the New Year. Sophie glanced at the calendar on the wall and grimaced.

  It was only August. Dan was probably right. Since he had died in February, things had only gotten worse. The small group had gotten separated when a huge horde swept through the small town they had been hiding in. Her parents ran one way and she ran the other. She had not seen them since. It had been four months.

  She was realistic enough to accept that they were likely dead. Almost everyone was dead in one form or another. Sophie twitched when the first zombie came into view down the street. After months of watching them, she had grown more fascinated than afraid. Her heart still beat faster at the sight of them, but it was only partially in fear.

  Sometimes, she thought she saw a human intelligence in their eyes. A spark of life. Part of her, the mortally lonely part, wanted to cling to something. Anything. She watched the zombie wander across the street toward the burnt out courthouse and sniff the air. After a moment, it turned and wandered back the other way.

  Sophie relaxed. When it did not come back after a few minutes, she let the cardboard fall back into place and slumped against the wall. She crossed her arms and stared across the office at a generic picture of the beach. Maybe, she should walk out into the street a
nd let the zombies kill her.

  The thought did not cause the same knee-jerk rejection it once did. She rubbed at her arms. She was just hungry, she decided. And touch starved. Sophie ripped open a protein bar and began mechanically chewing. The hunger she could fix. There was nothing to be done about the rest of it.

  As she finished off the stale protein bar, something thumped against the wall between the lawyer’s office and the ice cream parlor next door. She paused in the act of wadding up the wrapper to listen. The sound came again. It was chased by a very familiar groan.

  Sophie went still, not even breathing. There was no way the zombie knew where she was. Another thump, much louder came from the door to the street. It was echoed by several more from the backdoor and walls on either side of her. They knew. She did not know how they knew she was there, but they knew.

  Hysteria squeezed her lungs, as she slowly stood and moved to the middle of the lobby. The front window would never hold up to their banging. Any moment, they would realize the front of the office was glass. She backed up into the receptionist’s desk, knocking it with her hip.

  The sound only made the zombies more eager to get at her. She took in a shuddering breath. In the next second, the front glass shattered and the zombies burst through the thin layer cardboard. Sophie stared at them with wide eyes, her hand fumbling the knife at her side. They moved toward her like a wave of gnashing teeth and black eyes.

  The knife fell from her numb fingers. She heard a loud rip over the sound of their excited growls, as the first of the zombies reached her and dragged her to the ground.

  Chapter Three

  She could not breath, could not move. The zombies were everywhere. The stench of their rotting flesh filled her nose as their hands clawed at her. Sophie sobbed, knowing death was near. A gaping, toothless mouth appeared in her line of sight a moment before something clamped on to her right nipple and sucked hard.

  Sophie’s spine bowed and shocked cry escaped her. The startling pleasure sent shock waves down between her thighs. The hands continued to rip at her, jerking her clothing aside to reveal more of her soft skin. A second mouth closed on her left nipple, the unmistakable feeling of a cold, dead tongue rasping over the hardening bud.

  She screamed in terror, even as her hips jerked at the sensation. Revulsion warred with the pleasure of the suckling. Her pants were ripped from her, until there was only the thin fabric of her panties between her and the zombies’ grasping hands. Cold hands jerked her thighs apart, rubbing at her pussy through her panties.

  Sophie squeezed her eyes closed, willing her body not to respond, but the intense sucking at her nipples made her inner muscles clench. Wetness dribbled out of her, dampening her panties. The zombies growled and several hands pawed at her thighs. The thin fabric was no match for their grasping fingers. Without warning, her panties ripped away and cold fingertips ran over her spread pussy.

  Her eyes flew open in surprise, watching in horrified fascination as the zombies licked her juices from their fingers. Soon, it was not enough for them. Several pairs of hands pressed her thighs wide as a zombie leaned down to sniff at her vulnerable pussy.

  “Please, no!” she begged, praying that it would not infect her.

  Instead of the expected bite, the undead tongue rasped over her clit. The pleasure hit her like a punch to the stomach. Her thighs trembled in the zombies’ unbreakable grip. The creature immediately licked her again, its tongue cold and slightly rough. Sophie cried out, her toes curling as the unexpected pleasure continued.

  The sucking on her nipples added another dimension, the combination pushing her toward something devastating. Her body wound tighter and tighter. Every lick and suck made her cry out wordlessly. Even knowing how close she was to death, her body demanded the approaching ecstasy.

  Suddenly, cold fingers prodded at her soaked pussy. Two of them squirmed inside her, stealing her breath. Her whole body spasmed. With a wail, she came, gushing over the undead hands and grasping fingers. The torment did not stop.

  Sophie screamed, tears of ecstasy streaming down her cheeks, as more fingers slipped inside her. Cold hands spread her cheeks, fingers soaked with her juices plunging into her tight ass. Three and then four fingers pumped into her sopping wet pussy. Still, the tongue continued to lap at her overstimulated clit.

  Pleasure so intense it edged on pain made her writhe in the grip of the undead. Every breath was a gasp, barely audible over the wet sounds of the fingers thrusting into her aroused body. She jerked in the zombies’ grip, helpless and unable to move in any direction. She was unsure if she wanted to escape the feeling or let it rise into what promised to be a devastating orgasm.

  The choice was taken from her. The zombie licking her clit sat up. She watched in dawning horror, as it shuffled forward on its knees and she got her first glimpse of its cock. It was huge and mottled in the early stages of decay. Sophie screamed, struggling to close her legs. The hands on her were too strong.

  With one hard thrust, the massive zombie cock thrust into her virgin body. Sophie arched her back, the cry that fell from her lips equal parts pleasure and revulsion. She could feel the frigid thickness of the zombie’s cock inside her pulsing body. Her tight pussy pulling it deeper inside despite her disgust.

  The zombie pulled its hips back and plunged back into her, hitting something pleasurable deep inside her. She cried out in ecstasy and jerked her hips up to meet the next thrust. The zombies sucking on her nipples nibbled the tender buds with toothless mouths and the fingers squirming in her ass made her pussy clench tighter.

  Her disgust faded until there was no room for anything but the pleasure. She whined and screamed with each hard thrust, the zombie impaling her on its huge cock. She looked down to see her juices covering the hands that clutched at her. She was so wet the zombie’s massive cock moved inside her freely, its decomposing balls slapping against her ass with each pump of its hips.

  Her body wound tighter and tighter, until the ecstasy was almost agony. She screamed wordlessly, begging for release. She could feel it just out of reach. Suddenly, one of the hands groping her thigh moved to her soaked folds and grazed her clit. Her pussy spasmed, clamping down on the cock moving inside her so hard she feared it would tear free of the zombie’s decomposing body.

  She shrieked her pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her until she felt drained and delirious. She was still trembling when the zombie pulled its cock from her and bent down to sniff at her again. It fastened its mouth over her and began to suck the juices from her body. She convulsed in the zombies’ grip, oversensitive enough to roll into another almost painful orgasm.

  “Oh, God!” she begged. “Please, no more!”

  The fingers pulled out of her stretched ass and she started to relax. Her eyes drifted closed, as the zombie stopped sucking at her pussy. She had a brief moment of respite before, with a jerk of its hips, the zombie’s cock pushed into her ass. Sophie choked on her breath, arching her back as pleasurable fullness warred with over-stretched pain.

  The zombie continued to enter her tiny back entrance with sharp thrusts until it was fully seated. She groaned, too full to even try to struggle. More cold fingers found their way to her pussy, squirming inside her to dip out her juices for sampling. With her ass impaled by the massive cock, she could do nothing to stop the others from sucking at her nipples and plunging their fingers and tongues into her pussy.

  She writhed as much as she could in their grip, as the horde fucked her. She was bruised everywhere and her ass ached, but she made no move to escape. Each jerk of the zombie’s hips moved the huge cock inside her, making her pussy gush into the waiting mouths. When she came again, it was with a broken cry.

  Her body was no longer her own. She had become a favored treat of the zombies and they would never let her go. The huge cock slid out of her, only to be replaced by more fingers and tongues. Sophie let her limp thighs fall open to give them full access, abruptly noticing that they had released their
tight grip at some point. Perhaps, they knew she no longer had any interest in escaping.

  She jerked her hips, the cold tongue of a zombie sliding in and out of her pussy, her juices covering the creature’s rotting face. Every backward stutter of her hips, plunged three undead fingers into her stretched ass. The zombies attached to her breasts continued to lick and suck and gnaw on her nipples, tormenting the nubs until she came from their stimulation alone.

  Eventually, Sophie lost track of time. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. She slept or ate when the horde left to hunt and surrendered herself to them when they returned. Thoughts of her family eventually faded to be replaced with what the horde brought her. Devastating pleasure and overwhelming ecstasy. And an end to her loneliness.

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