Knee Deep in the Dead

[Sinfulwolf]

This here is a story I just randomly started. Chock full of sex and violence, which I find fits into the forum nicely, especially the sex bit. Anyway hope you all enjoy

KNEE DEEP IN THE DEAD

Chapter 1: Sin
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A wolf howled in the distance, and she responded with one of her own, calling to the wild outside the ruins of the city. She didn’t care that it may draw attention to her, in fact she hoped it would. She wanted some blood, her lust for it gnawing at her mind, her mouth watering in anticipation for combat.

A hiss sounded from behind her and she spun, raising a pistol. One of the undead was running through the doorway to the stairwell that led down through the building she was perched upon.

Her finger calmly settled on the pistol’s trigger, the cool metal soothing against the pad of her finger. She gently squeezed until the weapon barked, the slide slamming back and ejecting the spent round, steam coiling from the hot brass. The muzzle flash was bright in the darkness of the night, but the round flew true, hitting the ghoul in the forehead and punching a hole neatly in its skull. The hollow point round flattened and tore through the creature’s brain before smashing open the back of its head sending a spray of gore across the wall behind it.

The woman smiled, revealing the sharper than normal canines in her mouth. Some might assume vampirism, but that was not the case with her, proven by the pointed wolf like ears poking out through the mane of wild raven black hair that tumbled about her shoulders, and a wolf’s tail that hung down in the green and red kilt she wore. Her eyes of misty hazel were enhanced by the dark eyeliner she wore, her skin was pale, her features sharp and predatory.

Besides the kilt she wore black Magnum® boots, the laces tucked back into the boot just in front of the tongue. She wore a black bustier, tied up the front in crimson lacing. The leather of the garment was laced in the same shade of crimson, and the front was cut low enough to offer a generous amount of cleavage. A pair of fingerless gloves was pulled onto her hands. A pistol holster was on each hip, fitted for her 1911 Colts, while the bustier had a holster for a 12-gauge Remington 870 pump action shotgun, and the sheath for a bastard sword sewn into the leather on the back.

She was the Sinfulwolf, known to many as simply, Sin.

She was a warrior, not a mere survivor in this world claimed by the restless dead. A huntress under the moonlight, a beacon of hope for those still scrounging for scraps of life amidst the rubble of a ruined city.

Sin sat on the ledge of the roof, her feet dangling over the side, while she slipped the magazine out of the pistol she fired. She looked in at the bullets stacked in clip, and pulled a box of bullets from one of the pouches hanging off the belt wrapped around her waist. A second pouch held shells for the shotgun, a third held a whetstone for the sword, some coins, a zippo lighter and a pack of DuMaurier cigarettes.

She opened the box of .45 pistol ammunition and pulled a single round out. She held it up pinched between the short claws on her thumb and forefinger, looking at the brass and the bullet itself. She pushed the round in the magazine before slapping it back into the pistol and holstering the firearm.

Sin closed the box and put it back into its pouch before standing and staring up into the sky and at the moon that glared down at the city. It was so very beautiful, and a few minutes Sin simply looked at it, enjoying the last full moon she would see for a month.

A scream pierced the stillness of the night. Something must have found one of the packets of survivors, or perhaps a scavenging party. Sin jumped off the ledge and landed on the fire escape with a loud crash. She continued to leap down, landing on each piece of the fire escape to ensure her descent would not make her a broken corpse on the sidewalk below.

When her feet finally hit the street she took off at a run, ignoring the slight pain that had shot up her shins on impact. She had both her pistols out, and leapt through an already broken window into a decaying building from where she could hear whimpering.

It had once been a restaurant, there was old blood smeared across the floor, the tables and chairs were broken and scattered about. Some of the booths along the walls had torn and dismembered corpses perched on the short benches of cracked and broken leather. Many of them were in the late stages of decay. The cash register sitting on the dusty counter near the entrance had been smashed open and emptied ages ago. Not that it mattered, dollar bills had lost all their value when the dead had risen and torn down civilization.

Near the back was a fresh corpse. The man’s throat had been pierced by something, leaving a gaping hole that had ruined his jugular vein and wind pipe. Scarlet blood had sprayed across the wall before him and dribbled down his dirt stained golf shirt.

In one of the booths was one of the undead monstrosities. Not a zombie, a raider, some strange mutation when someone’s DNA reacted strangely to the virus. The creature was humanoid, but it walked on all fours, its legs had reversed knees, and its hands were massive with three fingers and a thumb that all ended in a large claw strong enough to pierce concrete so that the monster could scale buildings. Its eyes were sunken deep into its skull which was mostly exposed. Its nose was nothing but two holes in its face, and its ears were the same.

Its most tell tale feature however was the long and pointed tongue that snapped about like a living whip. The point was callused skin and pointed enough to stab through a man’s flesh. The raider, like all its kind, wore no clothes revealing the ripped white skin and the muscles beneath, as well as its erect penis which was currently buried deep inside a young blonde woman who was whimpering as the creature raped her.

Sin reacted quickly, raising both pistols and firing a few shots. The hollow points utterly destroyed the creature’s skull, splattering brain matter and chips of bone across the walls.

Sin threw the body off the girl and looked down at her.

The girl’s body shook with her sobbing, the shreds of her pants and underwear still clinging to her skin. Her shirt was left intact, hiding the rest of her voluptuous form. Sin holstered one pistol and set a hand gently on the girl’s shoulder, noticing as she did so the white cum leaking from her pussy. Sin had gotten here just in time to save her life, if not her pride… or sanity.

“Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe,” Sin said quietly, her eyes darting about the restaurant. There could always be another raider nearby, or perhaps an advancing horde of zombies, or something worse.

“Where? There is no where safe,” the blonde cried out hysterically.

“Somewhere safer. The safest place in this city. You have to trust me,” Sin whispered softly, gently stroking the girl’s hair.

Finally the girl looked up, tears carving paths through the dirt on her face. She looked pleadingly up at the wolf girl.

“You promise to protect me,” she whispered, her eyes darting towards the dead man, whose fingers began to twitch.

“I promise,” Sin said, firing a bullet into the soon to be zombie’s forehead.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Chapter 2: The Bunker​

It was known as the Bunker, and nothing else. Sin was sure that it had once had a much more elaborate name that either described what was done within in perfect detail or left anyone who saw the name utterly confused. However, after the outbreak, a small group of scientists, civilians and soldiers had gathered here. The Bunker had been rechristened as a safe haven in a city of death.

Sin was leading the girl by the hand, a ratty skirt stained with blood swirling about her legs. Sin had torn the garment from a dead woman the day before, and the girl, who said her name was Gwen, had been reluctant to take it, but she did. They travelled slowly for two days, Sin shooting a few zombies whenever one stumbled out onto the street and avoiding others. Thankfully they had left behind the red zone and entered the yellow zone.

All the colours designated was the threat level from the undead. A red zone was always teeming with undead activity, a yellow zone you might see only a handful of zombie with a sighting of one of the mutants. A green zone was an area like the bunker, where there was nothing. Then there was the black zone, an area crawling with so many undead that no one had ever returned. There were creatures out there that no one had ever seen before. The theories the scientists had about black zones were not comforting in the least.

The two women came onto a stretch of road that led out of the city and to a large rock face with a set of large steel doors staring down the street. Two machine gun turrets swivelled back and forth, controlled from within by two security guards. As Sin and Gwen approached, the doors opened slightly and two men in blue security uniforms, wearing black vests and helmets, came out through the narrow opening. They carried AK-47 assault rifles, and ushered the two women in.

As Sin walked past she felt their eyes rolling over her body. Gwen hid her face from the two men, but they ignored her for the most part, their attention back to the road making sure nothing was coming towards the bunker. With the two women inside the guards followed, their eyes watching Sin’s sashay as she walked.

The doors closed, and the lights flickered on. They were inside a simply garage. It had perhaps once been filled with humvees and tanks, but now they was a pitiful fleet of rusted trucks with machine guns bolted in the rear bed. They worked, but Sin would have preferred tanks.

While the guards moved to a security room off to the side where on duty guards stayed, Sin led Gwen to an elevator at the far end of the garage. As they stepped in, Sin pressed a button that would take them down to the living area of the Bunker.

“My god, I had no idea this place was here. Do you live here?” Gwen asked.

“Sort of. It’s a safe place, the guards are good men and women and know how to fight the undead. There’s about one hundred people living here. Twenty five guards, four scientists, and the rest are just people who managed to stumble across it. You’ll get your own room, some new clothes, and soon enough be given a job to help out around here,” Sin explained.

“What’s your job?” Gwen asked curiously.

“I’m my own woman. I hunt through the city,” Sin said with a vicious smile. Gwen stared in wonder at the fangs. It had taken her awhile to accept the ears and tail, but it was still weird to her.

Then the elevator doors opened, revealing a large open room dominated by a large garden. Walkways curved overtop the plants and ponds, while the walls were lined with doors that led to hallways that all held their own purpose. The far end of the room had the hall that led to the medical bay and science labs. Off to the right was the living quarters, and workshops where most people worked to build the various things for the Bunker. To the left was the kitchen, dining hall and generator room. The armoury was upstairs in the security room, though most people had some form of weapon in their living quarters, and there were a few security lockers scattered throughout the Bunker.

As Gwen looked around in wonder, amazed that such beauty still existed in the world, a man in a suit walked up to the pair. He was a bald man, with thin round glasses perched on the bridge of his hawk like nose. His lips curved upwards in a friendly smile, and his blue eyes twinkled. His hands were held behind his back as he walked.

“Welcome back Sin, and I see you have brought someone new to our community,” he said.

“Mr. Andrews this is Gwen. Gwen, Mr. Andrews is the… mayor of this place,” Sin said, taking a moment to search for the correct words.

The man nodded for affirmation.

“Sin, I would love to chat, but I think I should help Gwen get settled in. Come with me ma’am,” he said, extending an arm like a gentleman.

Gwen looked up at Sin for a moment, before taking the offered arm and being led off to the living quarters. Sin watched them for a moment, before walking across the garden walkways to the furthest door. A few people glanced her way, some stared, and not all because of her strange genetics, but she ignored the looks, though deep inside she couldn’t help but feel flattered.

She walked down a wide corridor lit by blue lights and came to two sets of doors. The one on the left led to the medical bay, and she took the one of the right to the science laboratories. The main room was filled with tables covered in documents and vials with walls lined with chirping computers. The far wall was actually a large window that peered into another room, where a zombie was locked in a cage and chained to the wall so it couldn’t escape. Tubes and wires ran into its flesh, feeding information to the computers they were connected to.

Another zombie, this one a female, was strapped down to a table in the second room. She had been stripped of clothing and her teeth and fingernails removed. Besides those wounds, deathly pale skin, and dark purple bruises from pooling blood in her body, she nearly looked like one of the living.

Sin found Dr. Albert Thorvald leaning over a table, his eyes pressed to a microscope while his hand jotted down notes without even looking at the paper. His writing was messy, and nearly illegible, but the other scientists could read it well enough.

When the aging man heard the door slide open and closed he looked up and smiled when he saw Sin. Sin herself was never sure if he smiled because he was happy to see her… or if he just liked her looks.

“Sinfulwolf, my dearest girl, welcome,” Albert said, running a gloved hand through his shock of gray hair, which was receding further up his forehead as time passed.

“Found someone two days ago. Saved them just as a raider was finishing with her,” Sin said.

“Lucky her… or unlucky her depending on how you look at it. She should get to the medical centre to ensure that there were no side effects from the, uh… encounter,” Albert said.

“Gotta explain to me doc why the undead rape their victims, instead of always eating them,” Sin said, perching herself on the corner of a table, her tale poking out between her legs.

“Well… when a person is resurrected amongst the undead their brain patterns are reduced to the most basic instincts. Survival, food, and most important to your question, lust. Though as far as I know they are incapable of reproduction due to the fact that their organs don’t work, they still have that instinct imprinted in their brain. Now, a regular zombie may feel this, but their blood doesn’t flow very well so not many of them can sustain an erection. However, some of the mutated variations, are much more capable. Some have an insatiable lust, the raider amongst them,” Albert explained.

Sin nodded, pondering that for a moment. Then stood up.

“I’ll tell Gwen to talk to Dr. Roberts in the medical centre,” she said as she left.

As soon as the wolf girl was gone, Dr. Thorvald looked into the second room and licked his lips as his eyes ran over the body of the female zombie.

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Sin stepped into her personal room and let out a sigh. Despite her thrill of the hunt, it felt good to be home. She let her eyes wander across the room.

For the most part it was quite plain, a locker in the corner, a door to a small bathroom, a rare queen’s sized bed with crimson sheets and a scarlet comforter, a few posters and pictures on the wall. One such poster was a howling wolf, another just a woman dressed in black lace underwear, a look of desire on her face. The few photos were from before Sin had become what she is. It looked strange to see herself without her canine features, she had grown quite proud of them.

She walked over to her locker and opened it, pulling her pistols and holsters off her belt and placing them on a shelf, pulling her sword from its sheath and setting it in a rack, and doing the same with her shotgun.

She knelt down and unlaced her boots, pulling them off and setting them on the bottom of the locker, before pulling off her socks and tossing them in a hamper beside the locker. She ran her hands through her hair, thinking of taking a long steamy shower, when she heard the door hiss open. Sin turned her head.

Walking in through the doorway, and letting it close behind her, was Lauren O’Conner. Her dark red hair hung loose around her shoulders, her green eyes full of lust, and her curvy body concealed only by a bathrobe, which she let fall to the floor once the door was closed behind her.

“I heard you were back,” she purred, her Irish accent sending shivers up and down Sin’s back.

Lauren strolled across the room, her bare feet not making a sound, her large breasts bouncing ever so slightly. She stepped up behind Sin, pressing her body against her lover’s, bare breasts pressing against the warm leather of Sin’s bustier. Lauren’s hands ran smoothly up Sin’s belly, fingertips running over the lacing, before cupping her breasts, letting her fingers dip under the leather cups and feel the warm flesh beneath.

Sin let out a small gasp as she felt a finger against her nipple, leaning back into the Irish woman, feeling moist lips leave small kisses on the bare spot of her back. She reached behind her, letting her own fingers get entangled in the red locks of her lover.

Lauren let her thin delicate fingers undo the lacing of the bustier, moving slowly, seductively though she already had Sin melting in her hands. She gently pulled the leather garment off Sin’s smooth pale shoulders. The cool air of the room washed over the newly exposed skin as the bustier was tossed to the side. Lauren let her hands run up Sin’s naked belly, feeling the hard muscles beneath her skin, before moving up to cup her breasts once more, gently squeezing as erect nipples poked into her palms.

Sin turned, and Lauren’s lips found hers in a slow passionate kiss, their tongues meeting as Lauren gently undid the belt for the kilt, letting the final garment fall to the floor in a puddle around Sin’s feet. Like always, Sin wasn’t wearing any panties as they were uncomfortable with her tail. Lauren smiled, face a mere inch from Sin’s, as her hand gently stroked the soft fur of the wolf tail, knowing how much Sin loved the feeling.

Then Lauren gently pushed Sin to the bed, and the wolf girl fell onto the soft sheets of her bed, legs spread, tail poking out to the side and twitching slightly in her arousal. Lauren licked her ruby lips, making them glisten in the soft light of the room, before crawling onto the bed on all fours.

Sin’s breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily, gasping when she felt Lauren’s hands slide up her legs and inner thighs. Lauren smiled up at her lover before gently kissing Sin’s belly, and started down to her panty line before kissing her clit. Sin let out a low moan of pleasure as Lauren’s tongue ran up her slit and over the nub of her clit.

Sin’s eyes fluttered closed, one hand moving to her breast and gently squeezing, the other running down her body and entwining in Lauren’s hair. As Lauren’s tongue expertly pleasured her lover, she gently pushed two fingers inside the wet depths of her pussy, drawing a long moan from Sin who pushed her hips into Lauren’s eager mouth. The Irish woman started to thrust her fingers in and out, curving them slightly to stroke the g-spot, driving Sin closer and closer to the edge.

Sin’s moans grew louder, not caring if anyone could hear her, her hand squeezing her breast hard enough that her claws broke the skin, drawing a thin trickle of blood. Finally, Sin’s body shuddered slightly as her orgasm washed through her, Lauren’s tongue lapping up the juices as they flowed.

When she had finally settled, Sin opened her eyes and looked down as Lauren sat up, licking the juice from her lips. She crawled up Sin’s body and they two kissed, the huntress tasting herself on Lauren’s tongue and lips. Lauren ran her hand down Sin’s side, her fingertips just ghosting over the soft skin, until she could feel the fur of her tail.

Lauren got a naughty smirk across her face as she lifted the tail, bringing it between her legs, gasping as Sin flicked the tail across Lauren’s clit. The Irish woman held the tail tighter as she brought it to her entrance, and pushed it inside herself. While the sensation was nice for Sin, it was ecstasy for Lauren who sat up again, using her hips to ride the tail. Sin sat up, and kissed her chest.

She ran her tongue from the base of one breast and up the gentle curve, circling the hard nipple before gently biting it. She blew on the wet trail, satisfied at the gasp she earned fitted between Lauren’s moans as her juices matted down the fur of Sin’s tail.

Sin moved to the second breast, and repeated what she had done to the other, before kissing up to her lover’s neck as her claws tenderly ran up and down her back. Sin let her fangs brush against the flesh of Lauren’s neck as she gently nipped at her.

Lauren’s moans grew louder than even Sin’s when her orgasm started to ripple through her. She wrapped her arms around the wolf like woman, pulling her into her bosom which Sin gingerly kissed and licked while Lauren rode out her orgasm to climax.

When it was finished the two women fell to the bed, panting, their skin covered in a sheen of sweat, the sheets soaked from their juices. They held on tightly to the other, sharing a gentle kiss before Lauren nuzzled her face into the crook of Sin’s neck, her breath cool against hot skin. Sin pulled her tail free while she stroked Lauren’s hair, letting the woman fall into sleep, embracing her lover.

Sin simply lay there a moment enjoying the moment of peace that she so rarely got.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Chapter 3: Rage​

The hot water ran down her body, washing away the sweat and grime from her days in the city and the night before. Sin closed her eyes and simply felt the rivulets run down her face, over her breasts, streaming down her legs, relaxing her muscles and easing the tension in her mind.

Soap suds spiralled down the drain after they cleansed her skin, the shampoo was rinsed from her hair, now plastered to her skull and shoulders. She leaned forward, one hand against the steel wall, letting the water down her back. Steam filled the small space, until after a half hour, Sin shut the water off.

Stepping out of the shower she dried herself off using one of the white towels provided for her. She hung the towel up upon its rack, before she looked into the mirror and picked up her toothbrush, squeezing on some toothpaste, and brushing her teeth, paying special attention to her fangs as always.

She spat the waste into the sink, took a sip of water, sloshed it about, and spat it down the drain. Feeling clean once more, she walked back into her room, the smell of sex filling her nose. She stood naked in the doorway between bathroom and bedroom, looking at Lauren still deep in sleep, her body sprawled so that Sin could see all of her gracious curves.

After simply watching her lover sleep for a moment, Sin walked over to her locker and dressed. She fitted on her weapons, and headed out the door. In the hallway she found Gwen.

“Did you go see Dr. Roberts?” she asked the blonde woman.

Gwen did not look much better even this morning after showering and a change of clothes. Her skin was pale, her golden locks seeming to have lost much of their colour. Still, for some reason, Gwen looked pleased.

“Yes I did. I’m going back to check the results of the tests he took,” Gwen replied.

“Good. Glad to see you doing better,” Sin told her.

“Thank you,” Gwen replied with a smile, before walking down the hallway. Sin watched her go, not able to shake the feeling that something very bad was going to happen.

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Alarms sounded, the red sirens along the walls flashing bright red, and people screamed in fear as they ran back to their living quarters to lock themselves away. Guards ran about, some dressed in only their pants or underwear beneath their boot and armour which had been haphazardly thrown on.

Sin looked up from her perch by one of the garden’s ponds. The guards were all running towards the medical and science hallway, and so she followed, drawing one of her pistols.

She leapt onto one of the walkways, her boots tapping against the steel as she ran. She got there before most of the guards, though two were going through the door when she arrived.

“Where’s the problem?” Sin asked.

“Medical bay,” the lead guard shouted as he turned into the room he had just mentioned.

Sin noticed some droplets of blood on the floor, but ignored it as she stormed through into the medical bay with the two guards. The white walls of the closest thing to a hospital the Bunker had were splashed with blood. A nurse whose name Sin didn’t know was laying on her back in the centre of the room, her throat torn open, while Dr. Roberts was leaning against a cabinet, hands trying to hold in his greasy loops of intestine.

“What happened?” Sin asked, crouching in front of the doctor while one of the guards put a bullet into the dead nurse’s head to ensure that she did, in fact, stay dead.

“That woman you brought in… Gwen… she died last night,” the doctor wheezed, blood dribbling down his chin.

“Don’t talk doctor, save your strength,” one of the guards told him.

“Tell me what happened doc,” Sin pressed, knowing that no matter what the doctor was going to die. She could smell it. He had lost too much blood, his intestines had been torn letting ecoli into his system. There must have been something wrong elsewhere within him as well to make blood pool in his mouth.

“She died, must have been from the rape, the virus pumped through her womb… not a zombie… another strain. Stop her before she gets out,” Dr. Roberts groaned, before his eyes fluttered closed.

Sin could still hear him breathing, but it was shallow. He would be dead within minutes. She placed the barrel of her pistol against his forehead, and squeezed the trigger.

Before anyone could say anything, screams came from outside. Sin jumped to her feet and ran out of the medical bay. She saw Gwen tearing through the door into the garden, leaving a dozen slaughtered guards in her wake. What the hell had she become?

“Make sure these men don’t resurrect, check the lab, then follow my path to make sure the Bunker is secured. I’m going to kill this bitch,” Sin growled, taking off. The two guards exchanged a look before going about the gruesome work of ensuring their comrades did not get up again.

Sin rushed out into the garden, where more guards had been slaughtered by the rampaging undead Gwen. Sin snarled as she jumped through the gardens, firing her pistol into the skulls of the fallen security members. She could see Gwen up ahead, standing in the elevator. Her blouse was ripped open to expose her blood covered breasts, and she smiled a evil grin when she saw Sin rushing towards her, scarlet dripping from her teeth and lips.

Sin let out a feral growl as she fired her pistol at the creature, but in her anger the bullets missed Gwen’s head. One passed through her shoulder spraying her blood across the steel of the elevator, the other punching harmlessly into the wall itself.

Gwen didn’t seem to notice her wound as the elevator doors closed shut before Sin could get close enough. The huntress pounded on the doors, screaming in rage, ignoring the pain in her fists.

She heard gunshots behind her, and turned to see the two security guards putting down their resurrected comrades, all the ones that Sin had missed. One such zombie was lunging at the wolf woman, who lashed out with her claws, tearing open its throat. The force of the blow sent it stumbling backwards to crash on the ground.

Sin stood above it,, and started to slam her boot down on the creature’s head, not stopping until well after she heard the bone split open. She looked down as the creature’s brains formed a puddle around her gore splattered boot.

“Bitch,” she snarled.

Behind her, Sin heard the elevator coming back down. She stood in front of the door, chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily, breasts pushing against the leather confines of her bustier. Her tail hung straight down, moving only ever so slightly, as a growl rumbled in her throat.

The two security guards stayed away from her, afraid of her. She had pulled out her second pistol, and her clawed hands clenched around the grips so tight her knuckles had gone white. She bared her fangs, hoping something would come through the door.

The door to the medical and science wing opened, and Dr. Thorvald stumbled out, shambling forward with his pants around his ankles. His penis and testicles had been torn away, leaving his groin a hole of gushing blood. He moaned the soulless cry of the damned. Behind him stalked the naked female that the scientist had kept for ‘study’. There was no doubt anymore as to why Albert had kept her though, proven by the condom stuck in her swollen womanhood.

The guards were startled, but quickly regained their composure and opened fire, riddling both zombies with bullet holes.

Sin took no notice of the turn of events. Only waited for the elevator. To her it seemed to take forever until the doors finally opened, inside she could only see Gwen’s blood splattered across the wall with a bullet hole in its centre, and the other hole not to far from the scarlet splash. She stepped inside and turned to face the door again. The guards watched as the doors closed, concealing the rage filled huntress from their view.

As the elevator started to take her up, the guards looked around the garden. Once a beautiful place to escape the horrors that life presented in this dark new age, it was now filled with corpses sprawled throughout the plants, one floating facedown in one of the ponds, its blood turning the water a diluted red.

Mr. Andrews came out from the living quarters area, a small 9mm berretta in his left hand. He looked around the garden, horror plain on his features. He pushed his glasses further up his nose before turning to face the guards.

“Report,” he barked, his usual kindness hidden as the lives of those under his care was threatened.

“The girl that Sin brought it turned last night. Into some kind of undead we havn’t seen before. She managed to kill Dr. Robert and Thorvald, as well as Nurse Fitzgerald before rushing out here and doing all this, and getting up the elevator. Sin went in pursuit. In total, we have eighteen dead, and that’s if no one was killed upstairs,” the first guard said smartly.

Mr. Andrews felt his heart skip a beat as the information registered. That meant he had only ten guards max. If the four upstairs were dead that meant he had only six trained men able to defend the bunker.

“Get some people together and get rid of these bodies. Ensure everyone wears the protective gear so they don’t get infected. The rest should start working on cleaning all this blood up. It won’t do to have anyone get infected. I’m going upstairs to make sure everything is secure,” the man said.

The two guards nodded, and immediately broke away to get to work. Mr. Andrews let out a long sigh as he walked over to the elevator.

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Sin looked about the garage. She had calmed herself enough during the elevator ride to be able to think clearly. The steel doors were left open, and one of the guards was standing near the opening facing outwards, his rifle hanging limply at his side. Sin also noticed the blood dripping from his fingertips and the holes through his torso.

Sin was quiet as she approached. The creature didn’t notice her until it was too late. As the zombie started to turn Sin’s hand reached forward and grabbed the front of his helmet while her leg snapped out to kick out the ghoul’s knee. As it fell she violently snapped her hand backwards, snapping the creature’s neck, and leaving it dead once more on the floor.

She pulled her shotgun from its holster, and walked into the security room. Another two guards were inside, blood running from their mouths. It looked like their tongues had been bitten off.

She fired once, the first buckshot round bursting the first zombie’s head apart like a melon. She quickly pumped the action, sending the spent shell bouncing against the wall and across the floor to roll into the pooling blood from the zombie’s corpse.

The second creature came forward, and only caught the second blast square in the face. As she pumped the shotgun again, she heard someone walking behind her. She spun, holding the shotgun out with one hand, pressing the barrel against the fourth guard’s face.

The man’s face blanched, and his hands shot into the air.

“I’m alive,” he cried out, fear thick in his voice.

“What happened?” Sin asked lowering the weapon.

“In don’t know. To kill some time I was looking over the vehicles, when some crazy blood covered bitch came out of the elevator. Scotty went up to her, gun up, but then she said something, and his gun went down. Dan had come out from the room, and was caught up. He didn’t say anything, just turned and shot Harold in the back. The poor bastard didn’t even see it coming, just fell forward dead. The girl was kissing Scotty, but then she clamped down, and pulled his tongue clean out of his head. He didn’t scream, just bled to death while Dan went up to her to receive the same treatment. I wanted to shoot… but I was terrified that she’d see me, and I’d fall under the same spell. So I hid, even as she had Dan open the doors for her before he died,” the guard said.

Sin looked out the office door.

“Close the doors behind me. I’m going to find that bitch, and I’m going to make her pay,” Sin said, and with that she left the lone guard as she stepped out of the office, and out of the garage doors.

She looked down the road that led to the city. Even this far away she could smell the stench of death, but she felt no fear. Only anger, and a burning need for blood and revenge. She slipped two shells into her shotgun as she started to walk down the road, as the doors to the Bunker closed shut behind her.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Chapter 4: Abomination​

The wind gusted through her raven hair, blowing coolly across her exposed skin. The city loomed before her, the cries of the hungry dead reaching Sin’s ever alert ears, making them twitch slightly. She sniffed at the air, but could only smell decay, and Gwen.

She continued to walk, following the scent trail that Gwen had left in her wake. It had only changed subtly from when Sin had met her, which surprised the huntress. How had the smell of decay not mixed with the now dead girl’s usual scent? It was strange, and Dr. Thorvald would have had the answer, but he was unfortunately very dead now.

So Sin continued on her path, walking between abandoned and rusting cars, something people had once lusted over, now abandoned to the mercy of time and the elements. Empty stores lined the streets, broken glass littering the ground were displays had once been. The only bodies laying about were pieces of skeletons, the flesh chewed from the bones, or zombies, indicated by the hole in their head or the lack of one.

Sin continued walking until the buildings towered above her, silent reminders of a time lost to the clawing fingers of death.

“Think you can kill me here? In my domain?” came Gwen’s voice, swirling over the wind.

Sin looked around, her eyes unable to find the elusive creature. The bitch must have been in one of the buildings. Sin was only slightly surprised that she could speak, after her conversation with the surviving guard in the top floor of the Bunker.

“Gone quiet? After all that snarling and growling back at that bunker, I’d have thought that you’d have more to say,” Gwen said, before letting out a chattering laugh that hurt Sin’s ears. She winced slightly, but she just looked forward, concentrating on smell and sound to try and find the undead woman.

Her voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, and her scent on the road still led straight ahead.

“Oh please. You are really starting to bore me,” the creature said, and Sin saw her walk across the street two blocks ahead, her open blouse fluttering around her.

Sin broke into a run, her feet pounding against the pavement as she went after the woman who had tore through the Bunker. She heard Gwen’s laugh reverberate all around her, but she ignored the sound, instead rushing forward.

“So predictable Sin. Tis a shame, I really could have used you, but you’ll give my friend here some good play time,” Gwen said before Sin had rounded the corner where she had seen the white skinned woman go.

Instead of Gwen waiting for her though, was something else entirely. For the first time since before her change, Sin felt a small surge of fear.

The creature was massive, standing at least ten feet tall. Its legs were thick as tree trunks, its muscles rippled beneath rotted skin. Tts right arm ended in a meaty hand with long claws protruding from the tips of its fingers and bony spikes broke through the flesh along its forearm. The creature’s stomach had burst open from expanding gasses, and discoloured fluid flowed from the gaping hole, its intestines swung back and forth as it walked on feet that nothing more than masses of torn flesh. Rips poked out from the chest, blackened and fractured. The head was scraped and patches of scalp were torn away while greasy strands of hair hung in patches from the remaining skin on its scalp. Its eyes were gaping holes of with streams of dried blood running down its face. Its lips were peeled away, revealing the black and rotted gum line and its yellowing teeth.

The most alarming feature however, was the mini-gun melded at the elbow of its left arm. Wires and tendons fused together, and skin was stapled to the metal of the weapon. A chute holding the belt of ammunition ran into a massive pack on the creatures back. Six barrels pointed at Sin.

“Meet my pet, my little abomination. Play as rough as you want, I’ll be back to lick your remains from the concrete, and how delicious it will be,” Gwen said from somewhere, a giggle bursting out to mock Sin.

Then the voice was gone, and her scent faded to a linger. Sin stood her ground, looking at the abomination, wondering if it could see her. The response was a loud roar from its ruined throat, and a whirring sound as the barrels began to spin.

“Fuck,” Sin muttered, just before a hail of bullets started tearing into the street towards her, chunks of concrete flying into the air. Sin rolled to the side, but the trail of destruction followed her.

As she ran Sin pulled out her pistols. As big as it was, undead were simple to kill. She fired both magazines into the creature’s head, only a few bullets missing despite the speed at which she was running. Blood ran from the wounds, but the abomination didn’t falter, just continued to fire its chain gun.

“Fuck!” Sin yelled, as she dived into a store that luckily didn’t have the front display window.

She ducked behind a shelf near the back, and reloaded her pistols. She heard the large calibre bullets chewing into the wall of the store. She thumbed the slide locks of her pistols, the slides snapping forward and picking up the top rounds in the two magazines. A hungry moan from her side drew her attention to a zombie that was crawling out of a bathroom. Sin snapped a quick shot into its head, taking no satisfaction in the splatter of gore on the wall behind it.

At the front of the store the wall crumbled, and Sin could see tracer rounds zipping above her head to crash into the wall in front of her. The gun was firing so rapidly that the tracers seemed like a rope, despite that only every fifth round was one.

“Alright mother fucker. Lets party,” Sin said, as a smile crossed her features.

She stood and ran towards the door, her arms pumping as she went through it and into the open street. The creature roared again, and sent its stream of bullets towards her. Hot brass spat from the weapon, skipping across the road, while the black steel link bounced and settled just below the chattering gun.

Sin turned her body as she ran in front of the creature, and started firing at the chute. Her slides locked to the rear, telling her that her pistols were empty once more. She reloaded on the fly, noting that the abomination’s ammo chute was already starting to come apart.

As she reached the wall of the store opposite her starting position, she jumped up, and kicked off the wall, and took careful aim. In the quick seconds that she had before hitting the ground Sin launched off some more shots, and the chute snapped. The creature fired off its remaining bullets before the gun went quiet, the barrels spinning but with nothing coming out.

The abomination grunted in confusion, and lifted its gun up as if it could see. It roared in anger, and charged at Sin, who holstered her pistols and drew her bastard sword. She smiled once more, and just before its fist came down she leapt forward, rolling along the ground and between its legs.

As she came to her feet, she gracefully spun in a circle, the blade following her movements, and cutting through the Achilles tendon. Blood spurted the cuts and the abomination roared, before Sin stabbed into the back of the creature’s right knee, twisted her blade and pulled it out, spun and slashed across the back of the left.

The abomination let out a mighty roar, and swung its hand back to swat at Sin. She ducked and slashed upwards, the cold steel biting into flesh and scratching hard bone, resulting in another bellow.

The creature fell to its knees, unable to stand anymore, cracking the pavement under the force of its landing. Sin used one hand to climb up its back, claws digging deep into its flesh and latching onto the vertebrae of its spine, until she was on its shoulders, one knee on either side of its thick neck.

The creature roared and shook to try and remove the huntress, but she clamped her legs tight, and dug her claws into the side of its face, lodging herself in place. Her free hand reversed the grip on her sword and raised it high, before driving the point down into the creature’s skull, breaking through the thick bone and into its brain. The sword tip burst through the top of its mouth and the creature let out a whimper before falling face first into the pavement.

Sin leapt off the creature’s shoulders, and landed on the ground in a kneel, one hand down to stabilize herself. She looked back over her shoulder to see the dead creature. She smirked as she stood and walked over to the corpse.

She set one foot on its head and wrapped her hands around the hilt of her sword, before pulling it free.

With the blood splattered sword at her side, dripping onto the street, she tilted her head and let out a victorious howl that rang loud and long.

When she was done, she lowered her head to look at her kill, breathing deep.

A zombie’s groan came from behind her, and the huntress spun on her heel with the sword ready. The ghoul stumbled towards her, but a loud crack sounded from one of the rooftops and the creature’s head exploded.

 

[aika]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

1) Sex scene was HAWT. MOAR.
2) Can't go wrong with undead killing. Brilliantly written as well. Silly Sin for not killing her when she was in the elevator.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

1) Thank you, I tried to come up with something new with the tail bit. More will come when its fits.

2)Thank you again, and the not killing her in the elevator, while seeming silly, I had to do to get Sin back out in the city.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Chapter 5: Sly​

Sin wiped a spot of brains from her face, leaving a scarlet streak across her face. Sin looked at the top of the building from where she heard the shot from. She saw someone’s head looking down at her, and they waved. Sin stared upwards confused for a moment, before the head disappeared.

Sin bent down and used the dead zombie’s ragged shirt to clean the blood from her sword, before sheathing it. She took out her pistols, and reloaded them so they would be ready. She turned to look back at Gwen’s pet, wondering how such a thing had come to be.

“That was quite the kill. I would have helped, but you seemed to have things perfectly in hand,” came a woman’s voice from the door to the building where the sniper had been residing, making Sin turn around once more.

The sniper was a voluptuous young woman with long auburn hair that hung around her soft features in curvy waves. She had blue eyes that seemed full of laughter and full lips painted a deep red. Sin took in a sharp breath when she noticed the two white furred fox ears poking out through her hair, tipped in the bright orange that was common amongst the small cousin of the wolf. A bushy tail of white, again tipped with orange, swung back and forth behind her.

She wore snug and sharp black dress pants that hung low on her hips to give her tail some freedom, and also showed the band of her bright red lace panties. She wore classy brown suede ankle boots that boasted a slightly elevated heel. A red blouse fit comfortable over her, the top few buttons undone to give a glimpse of her deep red bra and the shadows of her cleavage.

She stood with one hand on her hip, the other holding a dragunov sniper rifle with the stock resting on the ground. The wood was polished bright, and a powerful scope had been fitted to its top.

As the two women looked at each other, and got over the shock of seeing another like themselves, the sniper took a step forward and held out a hand. Her nails had been cut short and were left unpainted, and her hand was thin and seemingly delicate, an artist’s hands.

“My name is Sly,” she said warmly.

“Sin,” came the reply, as she took a step forward and firmly grasped the offered hand. As they shook, Sin felt an animalistic desire for this other woman come over her, and she stepped closer.

Sin was a few inches taller, and her frame more muscular, and so had to look down slightly into Sly’s eyes. She could feel the woman’s warm breath on her neck.

“This doesn’t seem like the place,” Sly said after a moment.

Sin stepped away, feeling embarrassed, another feeling she hadn’t felt for so very long. She hung her head as she turned away to look for enemies, when she felt that soft hand on her cheek pulling her back.

Without any warning, she felt those full lips on her own, and she felt her soul melt. When Sly gently broke the kiss, and Sin opened her eyes she saw the bright smile on her beautiful face.

“I only said not here, not no,” she said, her eyes full of warmth and laughter, and Sin smiled. Not a smirk, or violence hungry grin, but an actual smile of happiness. Just looking and standing in Sly’s presence, the huntress felt a missing piece of her soul click into place.

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Mr. Andrews ran a hand over his smooth head and let out a deep breath. Private Conner was training some of the locals in basic fire arms handling to try and beef up the security force.

The garden was still in the process of being cleaned, the people of the bunker were working hard to wash away the blood, but the bodies had already been cleared out by the few surviving guards.

Private Derek, the guard who had survived the events from upstairs, had been talking to Dr. Nikki Strom, the scientist who had taken up Dr. Thorvald’s research. Already she had been able to delve deeper into the mysteries of the undead then the late Albert, who had apparently spent as much time “researching” the sexual drives of zombies, as he had looking into the mutations which threatened the Bunker. She had already named the creature that Gwen had turned into, a lich.

Dr. Steven Burg was the new medical practitioner in the Bunker, and had been spending his time looking over the survivors for any hints of infection. He was working off both Nikki’s and his predecessor’s notes. So far, everyone was clean.

Despite the quick recovery, Mr. Andrews was worried about the future of the bunker. New species of undead were appearing, ones that were much more threatening than the simple zombies and stealthy raiders. Just one lich had torn through his forces so easily, through a mixture of brute force and seduction. How the hell could an undead creature seduce someone?

He let out another breath, it was better not to think about it. That was Nikki’s job now, and his was to simply keep these people alive. He glanced towards the elevator, hoping that Sin was successful in her hunt, and that she’d be returning soon with good news.

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Sly led Sin through an abandoned apartment building. She could hear the sounds of trapped zombies stumbling about in their rooms, but she ignored them, her eyes moving up and down Sly’s curvy body.

Eventually they reached one apartment where Sly stopped, and slowly opened the door, her fox ears twitching as she listened for anything inside. When the door was fully open and she was satisfied that nothing waited within, she ushered Sin through.

Sin smiled as she walked in, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind her.

The apartment was old, covered in dust, and filled with rickety furniture. An old TV sat in the living room that looked like it hadn’t been touched for over a year. Canned food sat on the counter in the kitchen, and cobwebs coated the ceiling.

Sly’s hand wrapped around Sin’s, and the fox woman led her companion into the apartment’s bedroom. This room looked better; the dust had been swept away, the cobwebs brushed off the ceiling. A purple sleeping bag lay on the bed, unzipped fully to create a makeshift blanket, while two frilly violet coloured pillows settled at the head. A brown back pack leaned against the corner, a sleeping bag case laying at its base. A machete was strapped to its side, to go along with the two knives laying over each other on the night table beside the bed. A candle that looked like it had been lit before was sitting just by the two knives.

“I came into the city about two days ago. I came in here to settle in, and plan my next move,” Sly said looking about what was her little makeshift home.

Sin nodded, it somehow seemed so cozy despite the despair of the city around them.

“So where have you come from?” Sin asked, curious as to where another like herself had arrived.

“From the north. I’ve been travelling for months. The world is not in good condition, and some places are nothing more than hives of the dead. I’ve seen strange things, weird mutations. This place though. Something has been drawing me here, and after seeing that… abomination, I know that there is something powerful lurking here,” Sly said stepping up behind Sin.

Sly pressed her body against the taller woman, hands on Sin’s hips, and rested her chin on her shoulder. They stood close as lovers, both feeling the same instinctual attraction to each other.

“Do you remember anything before… the…,” Sly started, trying to find the right words.

“The experiments? No. All I have are a few pictures of myself, one of them torn. There is no one else in them,” Sin said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

“Same here,” Sly said, letting her gentle hands run up Sin’s sides, feeling the leather of her bustier, before finally settling calmly on her shoulders. Her two thumbs ran down the back of the wolf woman’s neck, and Sin gasped quietly at the touch.

“You’re so tense,” Sly whispered quietly in Sin’s ear, her moist lips brushing against the gray fur.

Sin didn’t have a reply, and Sly broke the intimate contact. Sin turned to look at her companion, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. Sly was merely smiling, showing off her small fox like teeth.

“Strip down, I’ve got something nice for you,” she said, strolling over to her back pack.

Sin did as she was told, starting with her boots and socks and setting them carefully at the foot of the bed. She took out her pistols and set them nearby should they be needed. She peeled off her gloves while Sly continued to rummage through her pack. It wasn’t until the bustier landed on the floor that Sly stood triumphant, holding a small bottle in her hands.

She walked closer as Sin removed her kilt and folded it carefully before setting it atop her bustier. Sly was holding a bottle of massage oil in her hands.

“Lay face down on the bed, relax,” the fox girl said, offering Sin a quick kiss before starting to strip down to her underwear. She let the candle at the bedside, giving the two a small glowing light to work with.

Sin laid herself face down on the sleeping bag, feeling the chill of the material against her bare breasts. This feeling was contracted by Sly’s warmth when she seated herself on Sin’s ass, the lace of her panties pressing against Sin’s skin.

Then Sly’s hands came down, lathered in oil, pressing firmly against the flesh of Sin’s neck. Almost instantly she could feel the stress oozing out of her muscles, and she let out a low groan, letting her eyes flutter shut and enjoy the sensations of Sly’s fingers and palms against her upper back and shoulders.

Sly took her time, minutes stretched on as she slowly worked her way down Sin’s back, easing the tension in each of the muscles, her experienced hands working wonders, and earning small groans of pleasure from the huntress beneath her. Her fingers worked around the spine, and down the sides, her palms rubbing straight down.

Finally Sly shuffled her body down, and her fingers began to knead Sin’s ass, letting the first moan spill out from the other woman’s lips. Sly smiled at the result of her work before eventually continuing down Sin’s legs, making sure to work the calves and loosen them up.

The feet were last, and Sly’s thumbs and fingers did wonders. Sin couldn’t open her eyes, too focused on the sensuality, and relaxation of the moment.

Then Sly let go.

“Turn over,” she whispered, just loud enough for Sin to hear.

Sin did as she was told, flipping over onto her back, exposing the rest of her body to Sly’s wandering eyes, while also being able to get a good look at the body of the fox woman. Sly smiled as she rubbed more oil into her hands, and started with Sin’s face. The soft presses, strokes and taps felt strangely amazing, and Sin was once more lost in Sly’s magic.

Sly’s wondrous hands moved down to the neck and shoulders, working deep, before rubbing against her chest. Sin, feeling the descent started to breath heavily in anticipation, and the wait was rewarded with Sly’s hands gently stroking over Sin’s breasts. Another moan slipped out as Sly began to knead her lover’s breasts, her thumbs pressing firmly against her nipples.

Sin bit her lower lip, stifling her moans, even as she felt Sly’s smooth tongue running over the skin of her breasts, before gently biting at the erect nipples before her. She concentrated on her breasts, constantly kneading, occasionally licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Finally, Sly continued down, working just under the breasts, and the firm muscles of Sin’s belly, offering a lick to her warm skin. Then came the pelvis. Sly prodded and stroked, before dipping between Sin’s legs, running fingertips along the inner thigh. Sin let out a moan, knowing how wet she was getting, even as Sly ran a finger on either side of her womanhood, teasing her. Soft lips kissed just above the slit, but finally her tongue snaked out and ran over Sin’s clit.

Sin let out a loud moan of pleasure as she felt the tongue run over her, and again as the two teasing fingers gently pushed deep inside, curving gently. It was slow, sensual, and almost overpowering. Sin was intoxicated with desire as Sly continued to gently stimulate the huntress.

Sin’s hands reached above her, grabbing the pillows tightly, her claws piercing the soft lining as Sly drove her ever closer to the edge.

Then, just before orgasm, Sly stopped, and crawled back up Sin’s body, and the two shared a fiery lustful kiss, their tongues entwining as Sin let her hands run down Sly’s back to unhook the bra that encased her large firm breasts. The undergarment was tossed away, and Sin rolled the pair of them over, not breaking the kiss, their breasts rubbing together, so that she was on top.

She smiled, showing her fangs, before starting to kiss down, kissing down Sly’s sternum between the breasts, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulling them down over her hips and down her long lean legs. With only one foot still in the lace panties, Sly kicked them away, leaving her fully open to her new lover.

Sin kissed her way back up, letting her tongue run over the skin every few pecks, before their lips met again, their arms and legs wrapping around each other, their tails rubbing against theirs legs as they kissed so very passionately. Sly’s hand reached down, and firmly grabbed Sin’s ass, squeezing. Sin let her claws run gently down Sly’s back, barely scratching the skin.

After an hour of this passion, their skin covered in sweat, hair sticking to their skin, they looked in to each other’s eyes, seeing the lust, and something much more than either expected to find; love.

They simply looked at each other some more, neither satisfied, and neither wanting to be satisfied lest this moment fade. Then passion and fire took hold once more, and they were entangled in their limbs, as they made love long into the dawn of the next morning.

 

[aika]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Err.. a very similar post to last time.

1) HAWT.
2) So... they're just letting the lich escape? Why do recurring villains tend to be so difficult to kill?

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

1) Glad you enjoy this mostly yuri story.
2) Because if the villain is killed off too early than the conflict of the story is resolved too quickly

 

[aika]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

I know of little males that do not like yuri.

Somehow sex in the middle of a zombie city seems a bit surreal but then their animal-sides must have taken over.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

It was their animal sides. They both felt an "animalistic attraction" to the other.

 

[ZeroSpace]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

So... to my understanding.
1) Someone, probably a scientist at the Bunker turned Gwen into the Lich.
2) Yuri is ok. But are you saying the two are Les, in the 1st place?

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

1) tis a secret
2) Yuri is great... and the two are actually bi.

 

[ZeroSpace]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Oh I see. Oh and Yuri is great, its just that Yuri in a zombie town? I am fine with fearless, but isn't that a bit insane considering that there is a Lich out there that is named Gwen that totally wants to kill your char.?

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

It is totally insane, and really mostly an excuse for a gratuitous sex scene. As well, this story isn't really supposed to be serious, mostly an over the top sex and violence fest.

 

[dmronny]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Yum, gratuitous sex and violence is a great thing. Unfortunately I have an incredibly strong urge to fly to Arizona and surprise my fiance tonight.

 

[aika]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Excessive violence, excessive sex, lesbians/bisexual females...

what more could we ask for?

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

I have one thing in mind that you'd all enjoy... how to implement it, is another thing entirely.

 

[dmronny]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Wait you can implement yuri in a zombie story, but can't figure how to implement this. Now I'm very intrigued.

 

[Sinfulwolf]

Re: Knee Deep in the Dead

Yuri is simple.