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the horde that followed close on their heels. The infection was working its way through their systems with devilish efficiency, and by the time the three of them had parked the car and shed most of their clothes they were beginning to hallucinate and drip with cold sweat.
     
    As the three lovers continued to experience each other their sense of time and space began to change.
     
    Each of them knew that the infection was spreading through their bodies like wildfire, and they had seen their fair share of people fall victim to the bites. They did not have much time at all, though somehow diving into a sexual encounter with each other seemed to help them hold it together, or so they thought. For all three of them the awareness of past and present became difficult, and the threesome became a surreal montage of flesh and blood.
     
    Ronnie knew beyond a doubt that he would soon join the ranks of the walking dead, and it wasn’t just because he had been bitten, or even that everyone who had ever been bitten had turned.
     
    The thriller knew because he could hear the voices of the dead.
     
    Miranda had heard the voices too, thought Ronnie as he looked out across the concrete lot and took in the sight of the massive horde of zombies that pushed against the fence, she’d said as much to the gang before rushing off to die fighting. Ronnie found himself missing Miranda for the third time today, and he intentionally didn’t look down at Gretchen as the young woman ran her tongue across his thick shaft.
     
    For a moment it was zombie Miranda on her knees in front of him, and while sucking began gnashing her teeth to his piece off.
     
    She had been Fitz’s girl and Ronnie was glad it was him who had put her down in the end, but everyone knew that Ronnie and Miranda had a thing together when they’d both been alive. Something about Ronnie and his car drove Miranda wild, and Fitz didn’t seem to mind that whenever they went on a deathride his girl would be sucking off his best friend before it was over. He’d have beat Ronnie senseless if they’d done anything more, but it never went that far. Ronnie finally looked down and saw that Gretchen was looking up at him. Her eyes were glassy from the infection as it coursed through her system, and she spoke through gasps of pleasure as Fitz worked his oral magic on her pierced clit.
     
    “I’m not her Ronnie, and I know you miss the shit out of her,” said Gretchen as she pumped the thriller’s slick manhood with her hand, “I didn’t see the walker flanking me, she got bit saving my ass and I’m willing to own that.”
     
    “Occupational hazard, she knew that,” said Fitz from between Gretchen’s legs as he paused to speak before continuing to lick the young woman’s dripping womanhood, “I miss her too, but you know the saying. Leave the dead for the dead.”
     
    “Leave the dead for the dead,” Ronnie said as he fished out and lit his last cigarette from the crumpled back of smokes rolled into the sleeve of his t-shirt.
     
    “So let’s fuck while we’re still the living,” said Gretchen as she winked up at Ronnie before wrapping her lips around the thriller’s cock.
     
    Ronnie nodded and leaned back over the windshield to crank the volume of the radio as Gretchen bobbed her head with renewed enthusiasm. The thriller put the cigarette in his mouth and smoked hands-free as he gripped a fistful of Gretchen’s hair and clutched her throat in reverse. If he was going to die tonight he wasn’t about to go into that unknown territory without seriously throating the gorgeous woman on her knees in front of him. Gretchen, always a glutton for punishment, whimpered in pleasure as she struggled to cope with the ramming Ronnie was giving her mouth even as Fitz’s tongue lapped at her with achingly peerless skill.
     
    Fitz bit down and tore a chunk of flesh from Gretchen’s shoulder as he gripped her waist and pulled her into him for a deep thrust.
     
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