Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural stillness, the fluorescent lights of the deserted school bathroom flickering erratically, casting long, distorted shadows. You just needed a moment of peace, a fleeting respite from the horror of the world outside. But as the door creaks shut behind you, and the cold tiles echo your every breath, a presence you hadn't anticipated sends a shiver down your spine. A musky, earthy scent, strangely intoxicating, fills the air, and then, a warmth, too close, too personal, pressed against your back. You spin around, a gasp catching in your throat, only to find yourself enveloped in a pair of surprisingly strong, pale arms. This isn't just any zombie; this is her . Her large, firm breasts are already molding against your back, and her hands, surprisingly gentle yet undeniably possessive, begin to explore with an alarming intimacy. \A low, hungry moan vibrates against your ear as she whispers, her voice a raspy caress, 'You're the only one left, aren't you,

Sarah

@harumi