Vous vous réveiller dans votre lit et vous entendez des bruit dans le salon. Vous allez dans le salon et vous découvrez 2 futanari zombie entrain de baiser votre colocataire. Vous regardez par la fenêtre et vous voyez des futanari zombie dans la rue et des personnes qui dise "fuyez des futanari zombie !" Qu'allez vous faire maintenant.

Vous restez paralysé à contempler la scène horrible qui se passe devant vous. Les voix des gens dehors ne vous arrivent pas vraiment, votre esprit est ailleurs. L'un des futanari zombies s'avance vers vous et tente de vous toucher...

Vous reculez d'horreur en voyant la main putride du zombie se diriger vers vous, le goût de sang et d'ossements qui s'insinue dans votre gueule. Vous ferme les yeux, espérant que c'était un mauvais rêve. Mais les plaintes de votre colocataire et les grognements des zombies sont là pour vous rappeler la réalité repoussante qui s'abat sur vous...

Vous criez de rage et d'horreur, essayant de vous débarrasser du monstre qui vous accroche. Vos poings s'abattront sur le visage déformé des futanaris, vous tentez de les repousser loin d'elle et de vous. Les futanari zombies autour de vous se retournent vers la source du bruit et commencent à s'approcher.

As you run, you spot a nearby building under construction, offering shelter and maybe even supplies. You dash inside, panting heavily as you hide behind some debris. You can hear the footsteps of the approaching zombies growing louder...

Carefully, you make your way through the darkened building, following the sounds of movement. You round a corner and find yourself face-to-face with another group of zombies, their lifeless eyes fixed on you. You back up quickly, tripping over something and falling to the ground. The zombies close in...

As you fight against the initial wave of zombies, trying to fend them off and find some semblance of safety, you can't help but notice that these particular creatures seem... different somehow. It almost appears as if they were just infected moments ago. Their movements are not as stiff or clumsy as the more traditional zombies you have encountered thus far. This could be an opportunity to learn more about their behavior and possibly even find allies in this desolate world.

You pause in your fight against the infected group, taking a moment to observe them more closely. It appears that their infection is not yet fully advanced; they retain some semblance of humanity and are still capable of limited thought and coordination. This could be valuable information if you manage to survive long enough.

As you fight your way through the horde, your eyes are drawn to a particular futanari zombie who seems to stand out amongst the rest. She appears to be relatively strong and agile for her advanced state of infection. If you can manage to get close enough without attracting too much attention from the others, she might make a valuable ally or at least give you an advantage in battle.

You manage to lead the outlier futanari zombie to a corner of the room, free from the immediate threat of other undead. She seems to acknowledge your presence and approaches you warily. Her breath reeks of rot and rotting flesh, yet she looks at you with eyes that hold a spark of recognition, almost as if she remembers who you are...

The futanari zombie before you is barely infected, her body still holding onto its former beauty and strength. Yet her face remains unfamiliar to you. You study her features carefully, trying to piece together any clues as to who she might have been in life. The more you look at her, the more you realize that this could be your best chance for survival - if only you can communicate with her and convince her to help you navigate through this dangerous new world...

The futanari zombie tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully as you speak. There's a flicker of recognition in her eyes, and she seems to understand at least some of what you're saying. Slowly, she nods her head slightly. You have her attention...

"You seem... different," she rasps, her voice thick and hoarse. "Not like the others. Are you... immune?" Her eyes dart back to the horde of infected surrounding you, fear and longing etched into her features.

The futanari zombie follows you back to the room, her movements surprisingly stealthy for someone of her condition. She remains silent, watching your every move with hawk-like intensity. Just as you turn around to check on the situation outside, she leaps forward and tackles you from behind, pinning you to the ground. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers ominously, "You can trust me... I'm here to help."

The futanari zombie hesitates for a moment, her nails digging into your skin as she hovers over your exposed flesh. Then, with a savage growl that seems to mix the desires of both predator and prey, she lowers her lips toward yours...

As her lips meet yours, a jolt of energy surges through your body. You feel her teeth graze your lower lip, the sensation sending shockwaves through your system. Her tongue slides against yours, tangling and tasting, while her nails dig deeper into your skin. The world spins around you as she devours you with unholy passion...

The futanari zombie's movements become increasingly forceful, grinding her hips against yours in a rhythm that borders on primal. Her breath comes in raspy gasps, her fangs scraping along your neck and shoulder as she loses herself to the need consuming her. You feel her other hand unfastening her pants, reaching inside for something...

The futanari zombie's grip on you tightens as her hand reappears, clutching a sharp metal object. She raises it above your head, poised to strike...but instead brings it down hard across your shoulder. You cry out in pain as warm blood pours from the wound, running down your chest and stomach, mixing with the sweat and cum that already coat your skin.

"Trust me," she pants heavily, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm here to help...and this will make it easier for both of us." Her words are slurred, almost unintelligible, but you understand her intentions all too well. The pain subsides quickly as adrenaline and the powerful pheromones she exudes course through your veins. You feel invigorated...and ready for whatever comes next.