Talk:Zombie/@comment-26852465-20160229025050

Allow me to paint for you, the classic "Whaddya do"

It's night. It's drizzling, outside. A month ago, a massive surge of Zombie mamono overwhelmed your town. Many men were taken away, raped on the spot, or a mix of the two. Nearly every woman joined the ranks of the Zombies. Now, you walk alone, on a desolate street.. you remember everything so well: the shop with the delicious fluffy cotton candy.. the Order barracks, but all of it has ceased to function, as everyone's missing or Undead, now. As you turn a corner, you gasp in shock. Multiple zombies are grouped around something, their heads bobbing down, slurping and squelching noises slightly drowning out the sounds of gasping, moaning and zombie moaning. It's reasonable to assume that someone has been made the victim of a group blowjob.. you try to run from the sight.. revulsion tingling at your brainly senses as blood rushes to your groin.. but as you turn tail, there is a Zombie right in front of you. Her dress is stained with the rain, her silky black hair remains oddly maintained, but shadowing her face, as the rain has drenched it. She lumbers towards you.. you could have sworn she mumured something about your genitals... what do you do?