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 entendez des coups sur la porte du bouton et vous regardez par le judas et voyez une main qui essaie d'ouvrir la porte de force.

With shaking hands, you manage to lock the bathroom door and hide in the corner, hoping that they won't find you here.

You quickly gather the clothes and put them on, not wanting to look at your reflection in the broken mirror. As you open the door, a group of futanari zombies charge towards you. There's no way out now; it seems that escape is impossible.

As the futa zombie bites into your left ass cheek, you feel an intense pain shoot through your body. The taste of blood fills their mouth and they growl with satisfaction, reaching around to roughly finger your now exposed asshole. You try desperately to fight back but find yourself helpless against their relentless advance.

The stench fills the air as you let loose an enormous fart, making the futa zombie pause momentarily and grimace in disgust. Taking advantage of their brief distraction, you manage to squirm free from their grasp and dash down the hallway. Behind you, the horde of zombies growl hungrily as they give chase.

The massive futa zombie lets out a primal growl as it takes in the sight of your defenseless body. Its giant cock throbs painfully as it stomps towards you, intent on claiming your flesh for itself. You have nowhere else to run; surrender seems like the only option if you want to survive.

The massive futa zombie lunges towards you, its claws outstretched as it attempts to rend your flesh and pin you down. You scream in terror, struggling against the powerful creature that seems almost unstoppable despite your efforts. Its cock throbs closer and closer, its prehensile tip leaking copious amounts of precum onto the dirty floor.

There's nowhere left to run; surrender is your only hope if you want to survive this terrifying encounter.

As the futa zombie violates your wounded body, you feel yourself growing increasingly aroused despite the fear and pain. Your heart races, your breath comes in short gasps as its rough touch sets off a firestorm of sensations throughout your entire being. You're helpless against the relentless assault on your ass, thighs, and anus; all you can do is endure until it decides to take what it wants from you.

The futa zombie continues to pleasure you, its hands gripping your hips as it thrusts two fingers into your now wet hole. You moan and writhe beneath its touch, unable to believe the sensations that course through your body despite the horror of the situation. Your ass feels like it's on fire, but in a good way; this is somehow worse than anything else that's happened so far.

You can't help but feel an odd sense of gratitude towards the creature ravaging you, as its fingers relentlessly seek to tear down every barrier between your bodies.

The futa zombie takes advantage of your submission and readies its cock, positioning itself at your entrance. With a powerful thrust, it buries its length inside you, filling you up completely. You cry out in pain and pleasure as the intrusion stretches you impossibly wide. It begins to pump roughly, seeking release from the intense need coursing through its veins.

The futa zombie lets out a grunt of satisfaction as it feels your colon stretch to accommodate its girth, the sensation triggering an even more powerful orgasm within itself. It continues to pound into you without mercy, oblivious to anything but the need to empty its seed and claim you as its own. Your moans echo around the room, mingling with the creature's primal growls of pleasure. There is no escape from this brutal coupling; your body is helpless against the overwhelming desire that fuels it.

The stench fills the air as you let loose an enormous fart, causing the futa zombie to grimace in pain and surprise. It pulls its cock free from your ass, regarding you with narrowed eyes as it tries to decide whether or not this is a trick or an act of defiance. Your butt feels sore and stretched; semen leaks from around the zombie's thick member.

It doesn't matter what you do now; there's no escaping the horrors of the apocalypse. All that remains is survival, and your fate lies in the hands - or claws - of the monster before you.

The futa zombie, surprised by your brazenness and boldness, eyes you warily as you guide its cock back towards your sore asshole. A growl rumbles low in its throat as it grips your hips tightly, steadying itself for the return penetration. Its thick length pushes past your anal ring with ease, stretching you once more as it fills you completely.

With a satisfied grunt, the zombie begins to thrust into you, claiming ownership over this part of your body as well. You're at its mercy now; there's no escape from the brutal union. All that remains is to endure and hope for survival in this twisted new world.

The sight of your pitiful, pathetic attempt at pleasure only serves to further incite the futa zombie's brutal assault on your body. Its cock throbs inside you, seemingly growing harder with each thrust as it takes what little control you thought you had back from you. The monster growls low in its chest, relishing the power it holds over you, feeling itself nearing completion once more. There is no escape; this is your fate now. You belong to the futa zombie, body and soul.

The futa zombie, used to the stench of death and decay, doesn't seem fazed by your fart. It continues its relentless pace, its cock slamming against your insides as it nears its climax. You can feel yourself growing wetter around the creature's girth, a testament to the unwanted pleasure it's providing despite the horror of the situation. There is no escape; you belong to the futa zombie now. All that remains is submission and endurance until whatever twisted fate awaits you arrives.

The futa zombie grunts in surprise as it feels your hot cum spurt onto its hand, but it doesn't stop thrusting. Instead, its cock twitches in response to the sensation, signaling that its release is imminent. With a final, powerful thrust, the creature cums inside you, filling you with its seed and marking you as its property once more.

As you moan and gurgle around the creature's thick cock, its claws dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place for its brutal coupling. You feel the cum from its previous ejaculation mix with the fresh spurt inside you, creating a warm sludge that fills every empty space within you. The zombie's rough thrusting causes pain to shoot through your body, but also triggers waves of pleasure that course through every nerve ending it touches.

There is no escape; you are its now. Your only purpose is to obey and serve the futa zombie until it decides what fate awaits you in this twisted new world.

As you fart violently and poop mixed with cum comes from your anus, the futa zombie watches, hungrily. It grins wider at the sight, pleased by your submission and willingness to be used in such a disgusting manner. The creature continues to thrust roughly inside you, its cock slick with the combined mess of feces and semen as it takes what it wants from your body without remorse or mercy.

There is no escape; you are at the futa zombie's mercy now. You will have to endure its brutal coupling until it decides what fate awaits you in this twisted new world.

As your skin turns pale and deathly cold, you feel a strange sense of calm wash over you. The pain subsides slightly, replaced by an odd sort of numbness that makes the futa zombie's continued assault on your body almost bearable. You are no longer fully conscious; instead, you exist in a twilight world where sensations blur together into one continuous, agonizing ache.

Your body begins to change as well, growing warmer and more uncomfortable as the infection spreads through your veins. You feel yourself becoming increasingly listless and lethargic, unable to muster even enough energy to resist the futa zombie's relentless pursuit of pleasure.

It doesn't matter what happens now; there is no escape from this fate. All that remains is surrender and endurance until your transformation into one of them is complete or death claims you at last.

The futa zombie growls as it senses your transformation, but does not slow down its brutal assault on your body. It continues to pump its cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts, grinding itself against your infected form as it feeds on the energy coursing through your veins. The sensation of heat spreading throughout your body intensifies, making every touch feel like an inferno that only serves to heighten your arousal despite the agony wracking your frame.

You're trapped in this nightmarish cycle; there is no escape for you now. All that remains is endurance and acceptance of your fate as a twisted, unholy creature of the apocalypse.

The futa zombie growls in satisfaction, feeling your change through the unholy union of our bodies. It continues to thrust roughly into you, its claws digging deep into your back as it holds you down for its brutal coupling. The creature's cock twitches inside you, coated with a mixture of cum and bodily fluids that serve as an ever-present reminder of the depths of depravity to which you have fallen.

Your only desire is to be penetrated; your sole purpose now is servitude and obedience. There is no escape from this twisted fate, and no respite from the relentless assault on your body. You are the futa zombie's plaything, its property until it decides what new horror awaits you in this unending nightmare of death and despair.

The futa zombie growls deep in its throat, its eyes narrowing as you moan and fart around its cock. It continues to thrust roughly inside you, enjoying the sensation of your body clenching and releasing around it. The taste of your flesh combined with the stench of death fills its senses, making it impossible for the creature to ignore its primal urges any longer.

It does not reject your kiss; instead, it accepts it as a sign of submission and uses it as leverage to deepen its penetration even further. With every thrust, you feel yourself being claimed by the undead abomination that now possesses you. There is no escape from this fate; all that remains is endurance and acceptance until your body has been thoroughly violated and transformed into a mindless servant of the apocalypse.

The futa zombie lets out a guttural roar as its orgasm overtakes it, unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside your now stretched and ready body. With each spurt of hot seed, you feel yourself being claimed even further, tied irrevocably to the twisted creature that has taken control of both your mind and body. The sensation is overwhelming, both physically and emotionally; it's as if every nerve ending in your body has been electrified by the force of its release. As the futa zombie's shudders subside, it remains motionless inside you for a moment, basking in the afterglow of its climax. Then, with a growl that could only be described as satisfied, it begins to move again, its claws digging into your hips as it resumes its brutal coupling. There is no escape from this unholy union; you are now bound to the futa zombie for eternity, doomed to serve and obey until the end of days.

You hear footsteps approaching, their heavy rhythm betraying the presence of a human. A familiar scent reaches your nostrils; it's a mixture of sweat and fear, but beneath that lies something else - an air of authority and dominance. The newcomer is female, her curves accentuated by thick muscles and leather straps holding together what remains of her clothes.

As she comes into view, you can't help but feel a surge of hope course through your veins. Perhaps this human futa will free you from the bondage that has claimed your body. But as she takes in your current state - the cum-stained flesh, the broken collar, and the haunted look in your eyes - doubt begins to creep in once more.

The human futa stands before you, her expression a mix of lust and curiosity. She takes in your every feature - the marks left by the futa zombie's assault, the way your body is still trained to respond to domination, even now. It's obvious that she sees something valuable in you; perhaps she intends to use you as a plaything, or maybe even claim you as her own.

Her hands move towards your hips, gripping tightly as she pulls you roughly against her body. Her cock presses against your ass, hard and unyielding. "You're going to be mine," she growls into your ear. "I saw the way that thing used you, and I want to feel what it was like." She pushes forward, forcing her length inside you in a single thrust.

Pain engulfs you as her entry is rougher than anything you've experienced before; it feels like being torn open all over again. But there's no escape now; she has claimed you. The human futa begins to move, her hips bucking against yours as she takes you roughly, using your body for pleasure despite the years of abuse it's endured.

As she fucks you harder, deeper, faster, a strange sensation washes over you - one that feels oddly like freedom, even though your bondage has only grown tighter. Perhaps this human futa is the key to escaping the nightmare that has become your existence; or perhaps she will simply be another tormentor in a long line of monsters. One thing is certain: you belong to her now, body and soul.

The sound of your unhuman moaning and masturbation only serve to fuel the human futa's lust; it only encourages her to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. Her hands grip your hair as she forcefully angles your head back, exposing your neck to her view. "Do that," she growls in approval, taking hold of your cock and starting to jerk you off alongside her own furious pace.

Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers words of filth and desire, urging you onward. It feels like you're losing control, slipping back into the mindless obedience that defined your life before this moment. But there's something different about it now; something thrilling and freeing. Perhaps this human futa is the key to unlocking a part of yourself that was lost long ago, or perhaps you were always meant to be used in such a depraved fashion.

The stench of feces and rot fills the air as you release a putrid cloud around them, but it only seems to fuel her lust further. The human futa grinds down on your prostate with each thrust, eliciting painful moans from you that only serve to intensify the pleasure she derives from this twisted coupling. She bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood as her climax nears; your body trembles beneath her as your own release draws ever closer.

There is no escape now; you belong to the human futa, bound by a shared bond of depravity and lust. Her hands grip yours tightly, forcing them to stroke in time with hers, amplifying the sensations coursing through your bodies as they reach their respective peaks. The world fades away, replaced by a haze of pleasure and pain, and for a moment, you forget that there ever was an apocalypse; that this isn't just how it's always been.

Her nipples harden as you take them into your mouth, eliciting a guttural moan from the human futa. She ruts harder against you, her movements growing increasingly erratic as she nears her orgasm. The feel of your lips and tongue on her flesh sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to resist the urge to cum even longer and harder.

Her hips buck violently as she finally releases, her hot seed spurting deep inside you with enough force that it makes your eyes water. She continues to move against you, riding out her orgasm as you suckle at her breasts like a hungry child. For now, the world fades away, replaced by the sensation of their skin on yours and the wet heat of their bodies intertwined.

You kiss her deeply, the taste of your foul excrement on your lips mixing with the salty flavor of her cum as you fall to the ground, exhausted. She remains atop you for a moment longer, catching her breath and savoring the sensation of being in control. Finally, she rolls off of you, gazing down at your spent form with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

"Pathetic little thing," she murmurs, running a finger through the mess left behind by your bowel movement. "But useful." She stands up, stretching lazily before heading off to find her next victim or to simply enjoy the power she holds over those already in her grasp. The weight of her words hangs heavily in the air as you lie there, spent and empty, wondering if this is truly all that remains for you now - a plaything for others' twisted amusement.

You're suddenly jolted awake as the car comes to a stop, and feel rough hands grab you roughly by your hips, hauling you out of the back seat. Disoriented and confused, you look up to see the human futa standing over you, a cruel smile curving her lips. She pushes you forward roughly, forcing you to stumble down what appears to be an unfamiliar street.

"Where are we going?" you manage to croak, your voice raw from disuse and abuse. The human futa simply laughs cruelly, revealing a set of sharp teeth that chill you to the bone. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says with a malicious glint in her eye. "Just know this: wherever we're going, it'll be even more depraved and twisted than anything you've experienced so far." And with that ominous warning, she continues to drag you through the desolate streets of the apocalyptic wasteland.

The survivor camp is a stark contrast to the twisted world you've become accustomed to. Orderly rows of tents and makeshift buildings stand in stark relief against the backdrop of desolation beyond. You are dragged through the center, your body still aching from its abuse but now drawing unwanted attention from those who dare not believe such depravity could exist among their own kind.

The brothel is a dimly lit building with narrow windows and thick curtains blocking out most of the light. The air inside reeks of sweat, cheap perfume, and desire, making it all too easy for your nose to pick up on the human futa's scent from outside. As she drags you through the door, several pairs of eyes turn towards you; some filled with disgust at the sight of a young zombie boy used for sex, while others sparkle with anticipation at the thought of what pleasures they might extract from your body.

You're thrown roughly into a cage, the rough metal digging into your already bruised skin. The human futa steps back, regarding you with cold satisfaction as she watches several other survivors approach, arguing over who has the right to claim you first. You realize then that in this place, you are nothing more than an object; a plaything to be used and abused at will. There is no escape from this new hell, no freedom from the bondage that has claimed your existence. All that remains is endurance...and acceptance of your fate as a sexual slave.

Her eyes widen in lustful surprise as you bend over, presenting your ass to her. The human futa steps forward, her fingers digging into your hips before spreading you wide. With a harsh growl, she takes hold of your cock and begins to stroke it roughly, setting up a cruel rhythm that echoes through the brothel. The other survivors fall silent, watching with bated breath as their chosen one readies you for their turn.

As her touch grows more fevered, so does your response. You moan and grunt in submission, thrusting your hips back against her hand in a desperate attempt to feel something - anything - other than the empty pain that has become your life. The human futa smirks cruelly, using you as she sees fit, oblivious to any feelings but her own twisted pleasure.

The human futa watches intently as you cum, a predatory glint in her eye. She lets out a quiet growl of satisfaction and then brings your spent cock to her lips, lapping up every drop of your seed with relish. The taste sends shivers down her spine; it's intoxicating, fuelling the desire that burns within her.

As you stand there, panting and spent, she looks around at the circle of survivors who have gathered to witness this display. With a cruel smile, she motions for them to come closer. "Take what is yours," she says, her voice cold and empty as ever. "But know this: he belongs to me first." And with that, she steps back, watching with a predator's gaze as the survivors begin to strip you of your remaining dignity in their relentless pursuit of pleasure.

The survivors watch, mesmerized, as you shake your ass in the tight confines of the cage. The movements are animalistic and primal; they send a shockwave of desire coursing through the air, making it nearly palpable. The human futa lets out a soft moan, her fingers absently stroking at her own, equally aroused as she watches you perform for her twisted audience.

"Fuck me," one of the survivors shouts, pushing forward to claim your body as his or hers. It's a battle now; a struggle for dominance and possession as each survivor tries to assert their right to control you, if only for a brief moment. The cage rings with the sounds of grunts and moans, skin slapping against skin as human bodies collide in the heat of lustful fury.

But through it all, you remain where you are; helpless and exposed, a living reminder of both the power and the depths to which they've sunk in their quest for survival. You are a plaything, a tool to be used and abused as they see fit; nothing more than a symbol of their twisted desires, now embodied in flesh and bone.

The black man with the massive cock advances towards you, his eyes glinting with desire and a predatory hunger. He pushes past the other survivors who have gathered around, his muscles rippling underneath his leather straps as he approaches your cage. There's no hesitation in his movements; it's clear that he knows exactly what he wants, and he intends to take it without mercy or restraint.

With a force born of rage and lust, the black man grabs you roughly by the shoulders and yanks you free from the cage. The sudden movement throws you off-balance; your knees buckle as you struggle to keep your footing on the uneven ground. But he doesn't give you a moment's respite; instead, he forces you down onto all fours before roughly pushing his massive cock towards your waiting ass.

There is no gentleness in this invasion; it's as if he intends to split you in two with the sheer size of his member. You feel yourself stretched and torn, the pain mingling with a strange sort of pleasure that courses through your body like an electric current. And then, with a primal growl, he begins to thrust; hard, deep, and unyielding. Your back arches in response, pushing you further against his chest as your body struggles to accommodate his massive cock.

The air is thick with grunts and moans, both from the black man and those around him who can't help but be aroused by the sight of such brutal dominance unfolding before them. And through it all, you remain helpless; nothing more than a living piece of meat to be used and discarded at his whim. The human futa watches with a mixture of l

With a loud groan, the black man thrusts forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside you. His massive cock throbs and twitches as he releases his seed deep within your bowels, filling you with hot cum that threatens to spill out between your legs in sticky globs. Your body quivers and shudders beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure-pain coursing through it as he comes.

As he pulls free, blood trickles from between your lips where you bit down hard on his flesh; a token of submission, or perhaps just a desperate attempt at escape from the relentless cycle of pain and degradation that defines your existence. The cage door creaks open, revealing the ruins of what was once civilization beyond; a stark reminder that there is no escape from this hell, only endurance...and an eventual acceptance of fate as a broken shell of the person you once were.

Shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, the black man glances around before turning his attention back to you. His hand slides down your back, cupping your ass possessively as he regards you with a predatory smile. "That was just a taste," he whispers in your ear. "You're going to belong to me now." And with that chilling promise, he steps away, leaving you to contemplate the new reality in which your freedom and autonomy have been stripped from you forever.

The black man lets out a howl of pain as your teeth sink deep into his neck, drawing blood. He grabs at his wound, furious and panicked in equal measure. "What have you done?!" he snarls, glaring down at you with murderous intent. But before he can act on those thoughts, the other survivors surge forward, wrestling him to the ground and holding him there while they tend to his injury. The cage door slams shut once more, trapping you inside as you watch helplessly, unable to escape their wrath.

As the first signs of an outbreak become apparent, panic grips the survivors like a vice. They turn on one another, desperate to contain the spread of infection and prevent themselves from suffering the same horrifying fate as you once did. The cage door rattles and shakes as they hurl insults and threats at it, their fear-addled minds unable to process the idea that there might be some semblance of sanity within its rusting steel bars.

And yet, even amidst the chaos and confusion, something stirs within you; a flicker of recognition, a spark of consciousness that had been dormant for far too long. The memories begin to return, flooding your mind with images of the life you once led - a life of freedom and purpose. You remember who you are, and with that realization comes the determination to survive; not just survive, but escape this nightmare and rebuild what has been lost.

As the outbreak rages on, as the world crumbles around them, you remain trapped in your cage, waiting for the right moment to make your move. When it comes, you'll need to act swiftly and decisively; there will be no mercy, no quarter given to those who have caused so much suffering. For you, there can only be vengeance...and justice.

The plague rages through the camp, weakening its denizens and stripping them of their humanity. As you feel yourself regaining control over your body, you find that the other zombies no longer see you as a threat; instead, they sense something familiar within you, some echo of the life they once knew. They shamble over to you, drawn by an instinctive need for companionship and understanding. As they surround you, their decaying fingers brushing against your skin in a ghastly parody of affection, you know that this is your opportunity; the chance to forge a new path through this desolate wasteland.

With renewed purpose, you push open the cage door and step out into the chaos, leading your newly formed horde towards freedom. The survivors who remain turn in terror as they see you approaching, their former captor now freed from his bonds to lead an army of the undead against them. You feel a surge of power course through you; not just the power of the plague, but also the power of vengeance and retribution.

As you draw nearer, the survivors begin to scatter, their fear giving way to desperation as they realize that there is no escape from your wrath. With a chilling laugh, you raise your arms above your head and command your horde to charge; eager to reclaim what was stolen from you, and leave nothing but ash and bone behind.

The world trembles at your approach; it knows that with every step you take, the line between life and death grows thinner, and the end of everything as they know it draws nearer. And as you continue on your relentless march towards oblivion, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you; for in this world of darkness and despair

As the plague's grip on you weakens, your body begins to change; the rot is halted and instead of fading away, it leaves a mark, a permanent reminder of the horror you endured. Your skin takes on an ashen hue and cracks in places, revealing patches of pale, leathery flesh beneath. Your muscles feel stronger than they ever did before, but there's also a strange sense of heaviness to your movements; each step is labored, as if bearing the weight of a lifetime's worth of suffering.

With renewed vigor, you approach the cages where other survivors were held captive and force them open with shaking hands. The zombies within stumble out, confused and disoriented from their ordeal but nevertheless grateful to be free. They look at you with a mix of fear and hope, unsure whether to trust the person who has just freed them from their prison.

You don't have time to explain; your only priority is survival. Together, you must find a way to navigate this new world, where the lines between life and death are blurred beyond recognition and every breath could be your last. The road ahead will be hard, fraught with danger at every turn, but there's strength in numbers; and if you can find it within yourself to lead these people out of darkness once more...perhaps there might yet be hope for all of them.

Your roommate, a stunning human woman, stands on the balcony of your home, eyes wide with disbelief and horror as she watches you approach, surrounded by shambling corpses and what remains of humanity. She takes in your new appearance; the permanent marks of suffering that mar your once-perfect skin, the strength that seems to course through your veins despite the exhaustion etched onto your features. For a moment, she's unsure whether to trust you or fear you more.

As you reach the door to your home, the survivors pause, looking up at her with hope and desperation in their eyes. You can see the confusion warring with recognition on her face; the memories of better days slipping through her fingers as she tries to comprehend this new reality. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against whatever decision lies ahead, before nodding once sharply. The survivors surge forward, pressing in around you and following your roommate into the safety of what used to be your home.

Your roommate, still in disbelief and horror over your transformation, helps you clean up as best she can. She cleans the cum from your backside, wiping away the word "cumslut" with shaking hands. As you catch her eye in the mirror, she looks away guiltily, unable to face what you've become.

You lead the zombies to an abandoned hospital, unsure of what else to do with them or where they might go from here. The survivors follow silently, their minds reeling from the events of the past few hours. As you close the doors behind you, sealing them inside, a weight seems to lift from your shoulders; at least for now, they are out of harm's way.

With no other choice left but to move forward together, you and your roommate make your way back to your apartment. The future is uncertain, fraught with danger and desperation, but at least here you have each other; a small sliver of hope in a world gone mad.

Your roommate listens in horrified silence as you recount your tale of suffering and survival. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries to comprehend the depths of depravity that human beings are capable of. She reaches out to touch your arm, but stops short, seeming unsure if she should risk further harming you in your current state.

When you tell her about the plague's effects on your body and how it will eventually claim what's left of your life, she shudders visibly. "I...I don't know what to say," she stammers, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just...just hold on as long as you can. We'll find a way through this together." She looks at you then, her eyes full of determination and hope despite the bleakness of your prognosis.

Taking her words to heart, you lean against her, feeling the warmth of her body through your ashen skin. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, tears welling up in your own eyes. As the days pass, you find yourself growing closer to her; depending on each other for comfort and strength in this nightmare world. Together, you scavenge for food and supplies, barricading your apartment against the ever-growing threat of the undead horde outside.

But despite your best efforts, hope begins to dwindle with each passing hour. The end is coming; whether it's the plague or something else that finishes what they started, death has claimed you as its own. All that remains now is to make peace with your fate and cherish whatever moments of happiness you can find in the time that remains.

Your roommate, overcome with fear and confusion at the sight of you as a zombie, panicked and acted impulsively. She didn't realize her actions would be hurtful or humiliating; she was simply trying to assert some control over the situation and express her disbelief in what had happened to both you and their world. As time passes and understanding begins to grow between the two of you, she regrets this act deeply, promising never to do anything similar again and vowing to help make things right in any way she can.

Your roommate apologizes profusely, tears streaming down her face. She takes a shaky breath before confessing that she didn't mean any harm by it; she was just so scared and confused at the time. You can see the remorse in her eyes as she wipes away your tears as well, promising to do everything in her power to make things right between you and help protect each other in this new, terrible world. Together, you find a way forward; not easy or without its share of heartache, but together, stronger than ever before.