Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181020194933/@comment-33398500-20181023030858

Well, this might be a problem…

Looking from the closet to my truck then back again, I went from merely surprised to terrified when, seemingly in an instant, a slowly moving mass had now obscured the view of the truck. The only reason I knew it wasn’t some veil of darkness but moving masses, was because the lights of the trucks illuminated outlines of the figures.

Then there was the moaning, which now seemed to be coming from all directions.

“Maaaan….” One of them groaned.

“Waaaarm…” a second one groaned.

“Loooonelyyyy…” a third one added.

This was bad: they seemed to be everywhere at once, and not only would I not be able to help the man in the closet, but now it looked like I would be joining him if I couldn’t do anything about this!

Okay, think Victor, think… gas station, only one main way in or out, but usually a back door for employees to get out without people seeing them take out the trash and such. A ladder is required to get to the roof for maintenance purposes on flat-roofed buildings…

Not the best plan, but it’ll get me through the next few minutes without being a community sex toy for the zombies. Feeling my way along the back wall until I found a door handle, I pushed on it, hearing the door unlock and backed out, mentally pleading with their victim to forgive me for leaving him.

I was going to bring help with me the moment I found it, I swear!

Rushing over to the dark outline of a ladder while the groans closed in around me, I grabbed onto the first bar, yanking desperately on it, barely hearing the rusted metal move…

…before it broke off with a snap. Looking at the half-ladder in my hands in abject terror, I turned, noticing more dark figures approaching, and, more worryingly, some kind of purple light now coming from inside the building.

I had to get out of here. NOW.

Blindly sprinting into the dark, attempting to get away from the mass of shapes, before a hand reached out of the darkness grabbing onto my shirt, pulling me toward the body it was part of as I desperately tried to either loosen its grip or tear my shirt off. However, as the fabric started to tear, the other hand of the zombie caught my other arm, the purplish light getting enough that I could see her face – surprisingly lovely despite her pallid face and lifeless eyes.

“Dooon’t ruuun…” the zombie moaned, pleading with me to not leave as she brought me closer to her, impossibly strong as she kept me from fleeing as she brought her body to me, bluish lips now coming to me and kissing me with unrelenting pressure, eliciting a load moan from her as she finally got a warm body close to her.

Considering the fact that this girl was undead, she was surprisingly squishy and soft, her strength gentle, if unstoppably strong, forcing her cold tongue into my mouth, feeling the vibrations in my mouth from her moaning as she forced me to the ground.

However, I lacked the time to even consider what was going on, as the zombie kissing me suddenly stopped, pulling back a moment. “Warrrm…” the zombie groaned with what sounded like happiness.

“Shaaare…” another zombie then groaned, her face now appearing next to the other one, latching her mouth onto mine as a different sort of sensation came into my mouth as she moaned as well, just as gratified as the first.

“Well now, looks like we got another one.” A calm, cool voice spoke from above me, the purple light getting closer, my peripheral vision able to make out a young woman standing over me in some manner of robe, her being the source of the purple light. “Good. Bring him in, girls, I’ll get him ready for you…” she then commented, now floating out of view, as a dozen pairs of hands suddenly grabbed me, dragging me along back into the gas station.

As the group attempted to drag me into the closet where the other guy was, they gave disappointed groans as there clearly wasn’t room for both of us and our assailants in the small room with pillows all over the floor.

“Afraid that won’t work, girls. Bring him out to the main floor.” The lich then ordered them.

I’d been too mortified to speak as they’d dragged me into the gas station, but now that someone was able to actually speak, I now called out “Why are you doing this? I haven’t done anything to you!” trying my best not to sound like a squealing rat.

“It’s not what you’ve done. It’s what you will do FOR us… my girls get very lonely, not very many men in town anymore. You will relieve them of this, as long as your body is able. Under my care, you will be able to for a very long time.” She then explained to me, in the same monotone she’d given them their orders in. “Besides, my test subject in the closet is very exhausted attending to all of us himself. You will assist him.”

She’d basically just signed my death sentence, as a dozen pairs of hands practically made my clothes evaporate.

“But, I’m not very big, and I finish quickly, won’t be of any use to you!” I attempted to reason. Truth is, I had no idea if either was true comparatively, so it wasn’t technically a lie.

“Fear not, human, I can assist you with this. My girls are lonely, and quite hungry, so you will need to provide a lot to them. Warmth, pleasure and energy.” The lich concluded, now looking as if she were messing about with a chemistry set behind the counter of the store. “Feel free to try him out, girls. I need base-lines to work from…”

Once she said this, every zombie around me seemed to descend on me as one, eyes able to see nothing but bodies in the dim purple light, my mouth claimed again by another different zombie.

Apparently it’s what I get, trying to help someone on the highway…