Big Black

Why were there no zombie squirrels? There were zombie dogs... people of course... but no squirrels. What an odd thing to think when you were about to be ripped apart by a zombie. Zombie people, not squirrels. They were most defiantly zombie people. Well, not too defiantly zombies. Well...

There was an outbreak. Remember all that shit about the bird flu and how it was going to be next big people killer? Bullshit. No one knew what it was and it was not a people killer. It happened so fast no one actually had information about it. On the third day the news shut down. The people were not dead. They weren't, he knew it because he had did all the zombie tests. Shoot it in the leg... Well, they screamed. They seemed to care for each other... They weren't decaying... they weren't mutated. They were normal looking people, but they were eating those that weren't infected by the... virus or whatever.

How fucked up was that? Way... way too fucked up.

"Please don't just... don't... please" Oh yes I begged. I begged with all I had because I could see it in his eyes that he understood me... but there was something else like... like... insanity? Was that it... was the virus like... spreading insanity? Well, that was just crazy.

Oh I crack myself up...

I didn't have a gun with me anymore, it was lost while running. The rest of the survives I was with got... 'lost'. Eaten, but I didn't want to think about that when I was next.

By god... he was huge. He had to have been a body builder when he wasn't a crazy people eater. Muscles with blood dripping from his mouth. Hey, I'm into kink. If I wasn't about to die I would have been really turned on. Unfortunately I was about to be eaten. Big Black, that's what I've decided to call him... Well, Big Black came towards me and I tried to run. I made a good effort but I still ended up on the ground, my head hitting the floor so hard I got dizzy or maybe I was dizzy because of all the screaming I was doing. Crying and screaming, on that's right... what a man, well teenage man, I was huh? Crying like a girl. You'd cry too if you had to deal with Big Black.

His fingers were ripping at me, probably trying to rip off my flesh but only managed to claw at my skin and rip off my clothes. I wasn't too worried about being naked because... well death was coming soon.

"Hard" It was a deep raspy voice... Like how you sounded when you just worked out for a couple hours and were really thirsty. What? Big Black spoke? They never spoke... never. Well, not that I tried to have a conversation with the flesh eating crazies before but still. Hard? I don't get it...

Then I got it. I got it way too clear as I was pulled up on my knees and felt my flesh tear. Not from teeth, no... from having four Big Black fingers shoved in my ass. I ripped, of course. I ripped and I was sure I was bleeding. I screamed with all I had. "Oh god no please please no!" I said after the screaming died down a bit, of course I was right back to screaming as I tried to claw away from him. I'm sure I lost a couple of nails, they were bleeding then, but I hardly noticed...

"Hard" And I threw up when his fingers were removed and replaced with a Big... Big... Big Black dick. Hey, what did you expect? I'd start moaning and liking it? It hurt, I'm going to die.

Oh god. I'm going to die in my own puke! St. Peter is going to laugh at me when I get to the pearly gates. Then he was fucking me. His fingers were digging into my hips as he fucked my bleeding ass. It felt like he was poking at my lungs the way he was moving. "Hard" I hated that word, that voice. Why couldn't I just die like everyone else? I'll tell you why... because I was thinking about zombie squirrels.

It went on for too long, my face in my puke, Big Black's dick in my ass... "Hard" and my screams sounding out for no one to hear. I think he came, I don't know... I was too busy screaming. You see and read about people going numb during rapes. Bullshit, I felt all of it. I was still feeling as Big Black slide out of me and I was on my back.

"Good" Oh! Big Black knew more words then hard. Nice... I didn't have the time to really think about that because he pushed up my head and his teeth were on my throat... ripping it out. I couldn't scream anymore, but I could feel the pain.

Did my life flash before my eyes? No it did not. Nothing... nothing flashed before my eyes but I did have one thought...

If there were zombie squirrels would they have rapped me to?

God... Damn...