zombies, Summer Ain't Right without Em.

off to a creaky start

Fitzwilliam, England.

"Ohmygod fuck me harder john" moaned an extremely out of breath steph

"Did daddy say you could speak, slut?" growled an even more out of breath John.

Steph shut up as John fucked her till she couldn't move and then some more, he finished way after she felt pleasure from orgasms.

Aftercare is important after a session like this and John knew that, so he lied next to steph and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as blood from the scratches dripped off his back and onto the white bedsheets. Blood is a bastard to clean but aftercare is more important. John hugged his dearly beloved, but on account of her still being tied up, she couldn't hug him back.

When the care had finished John went to the mirror to examine his perfectly trimmed facial hair. He shaved every day. Mainly because puberty hit him when he was ten, and he shaved at eleven when he had a slight bit of a beard, so being 22, his hair grows back within a day. His jawline was perfect and his eyebrows were the envy of females everywhere. His eyes were the most piercing blue. He was 6'3" and muscly.
He turns on the radio and just like every zombie movie ever... "this is an emergency broadcast, a virus is sweeping through England, the worst affected areas are : fitzwilliam, ackworth, sleaford and the whole of barnsley. Residents are advised to stay indoors"

John, being the lovely man he is, keeps a baseball bat and a machete (illegal for carry of course, but fuckit, it's zombies so who gives a shit) in his wardrobe. So we all know there's gonna be some great zombie slaughter and gratuitous violence.

"Sup dickface?" Mitch laughed
"Heard you and steph going at it like ten minutes ago." He winked in the most condescending yet joking way.

"Mitch if you quote anything that was said I'll shove your girlfriends vibrator up your ass, when it's on." John laughed back, trying to be threatening but failing.

"You noticed the fucking zombie trying to eat the door handle outside?" Mitch asked, feigning concern.

"I have now, lemme pull it inside" John said, bounding down the stairs. He opened the door and pulled the zombie in. Its hair was matted and pulled out in clumps, its nose was broken to all fucking hell and its bottom jaw, was hanging off. Jacob Marley from the animated version of "A Christmas Carol" comes to mind.

The zombie was already fucked but after its head went on a trip up seven stairs, then back down said stairs, then into the kitchen side, then again, and once more. Then into the oven, giving the zombie a Nazi sendoff, it was slightly more fucked.