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I started to read fanfics with ZoeyXHunter so I wanted to try!
I hope you enjoy and suggestions are extremely helpful and constructive criticism helps so... yeah! ;D
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Warning: There will be sex in this story. If u don't like it, u don't have to read it. That simple.
I sat on the bright red couch in my dorm room, plate in hand. Feet tucked in under my body I starred at the chocolate cake on my plate. Lifting my fork I sliced into the soft rich icing. Bringing the bite to my eager lips, an earthquake erupted and I toppled off the couch, the cake tasting like dirt.
"Zoey! Get up! We have to go!"
I looked down at my chocolate cake, incredulous that it spoke.
"When did you start talking? Did this hurt...?" Jamming my fork down caused the cake to yelp.
My eyebrows shot up and I jumped up, dropping the plate and it hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Damnit Zoey!"
A hard smack on the back of the head awoke Zoey from her dream.
Bill pulled her up to her feet and thrusted the Uiz in her arms. "Tank!" Francis screeched and the safe house didn't feel so safe anymore. The ceiling began to crumble and fall from the sheer force of the onslaught of attacks from the enormous monstrosity. Bill was rubbing his shin from where Zoey had punched him.
The group quickly grabbed all the ammunition they could carry, grabbing the med kits and pipe bombs. Running out the back, the group Zoey sighed as they booked it out of there like a dog with it's tail between his legs. "I just want some chocolate cake. Is that to much to ask?" Zoey whined as they took cover in an abandoned warehouse. "Women..." Louis grumbled. "Hay!" Zoey's voice echoed. The sound of a siren could be heard as a horde of zombies started to run after them. "Damnit woman! Did you have to go off and alert a damn horde?!" Louis yelled. Bill stepped between them.
"She didn't mean to Louise," He barked. "We have bigger problems guys..." Francis almost whispered. Looking to where he pointing he could see a horde of zombies coming at them. They all aimed at the entrance way as zombies poured in. Shooting quickly they killed the horde in just a few minutes. The familiar noise of a Boomer alerted them. "Where..." Zoey's voiced trailed off.
The Boomer waddled into sight, his flesh a gross shade of green as the boils all over his body reeked of death and decay. Looking at them he vomited and the vomit covered Bill. Zoey shot the Boomer between the eyes and only had a wait a moment before the second wave of a horde came swarming in. Zoey stood in front of Bill to protect him as Bill tried to hurry and clean the horrid vomit. The same question always rang in their minds. Why did the zombies go for this stuff? Was it because they knew a human was sure to be the victim? Was it the noise? Instinctual? Intelligence?
Holding her breath, Zoey shot until they stopped coming in. Turning to Bill, he was getting the last bit off of his body and he grimaced at the smell. Scrunching his nose Francis chuckled, "You need a shower man."
Bill glared at him and walked ahead.
Running to the next warehouse after finding nothing of use in this place, the group made it there quickly and efficiently, not having to use a single bullet. Zoey sighed as she stared at the bed. "Is this a mattress warehouse?" Francis pondered aloud. Louis growled, "Yeah." Zoey jumped onto a stack of mattresses and snuggled against the softness. A soft moan left her throat and Francis watched her. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at his gaze she stretched out.
Bill looked up, "Hay there's a room here. We could drag some mattresses in there and sleep for the night. Be a nice change from soiled mattress, trees, or hard floors." Zoey eagerly shook her head yes and Francis looked just as happy to comply. Louis just gave everyone a hard look. He wasn't the same after Rochelle died in his arms. It was like he was mad at the world for not taking him instead.
The group dragged eight mattresses into the room, stacking two at a time for each person.
Bill wondered off and returned a few minutes later. "There's a large basin they must have cleaned the cotton with in here and I'm washing my clothes. Anyone else?" Bill asked. Zoey slipped off her pants and red hoodie, Louis slipped off his shoes and pants, and Francis quickly looked away from Zoey, deciding not to wash any of his clothes. They group shoved large heavy cabinets in front of the door.
Zoey washed her clothes and laid them down to dry. Smiling at her work she stretched her arms above her head. Undoing the ponytail she slipped the hair band on her wrist. Shoulders popping she gave a happy lopsided smile. All she wore was her panties, black bra, and white tank top. Standing straight up she looked at the other men. "Do you guys smell... smoke?" She whispered, concern etching her features as she went for her pants.
"Zoey!" Francis screamed as a long tongue darted down and wrapped around her waist. Ripping her into the air conditioning ducts in the ceiling.
"Help!" Zoey screamed as she was ripped out of sight.
Francis used a nearby ladder to reach the duct. "We have to get her!" he screamed. The three men scrambled to put their clothes on and grabbed Zoey's and charged up into the air duct to find their kidnapped friend.
Meanwhile...
Zoey squirmed but it was no use, she couldn't break free.
The tongue stretched until it covered her mouth. She continued to scream as she shut her eyes closed hard, waiting to die.
The Smoker kicked open a shaft in the ceiling and dropped down, pulling her with him. She hit the ground hard and could feel a bruise on her tail bone begin to start. The Smoker started to pull its tongue back and dared her to scream with his eyes. Zoey prayed her end would be swift. Taking in a deep breath that was not full of just smoke, her lungs stopped burning. She hadn't even noticed. She pressed against a wall, ready to dart if she had to.
The Smoker's tongue darted out blinding fast and wrapped around her ankle. Zoey screamed as it ripped her down and onto her back, legs in the air awkwardly. The tongue trailed upward, snaking up her leg. Zoey's heart began to beat faster as she fought harder. "Let me go!" She wailed. The tongue rose as it neared her thin panties. It seemed to be smiling at her attempts. Zoey clamped her legs shut and tried kicking and tearing at the Smoker. The smoker jumped forward, pinning her down with inhuman strength. The tongue still moved up effortlessly.
The Smoker's tongue reached its mark and lapped at her through her panties. Zoey fought ten times harder. The Smoker smirked and its tongue slowly lifted up her band and slid in, teasing her clit. Zoey hissed and got a hand free and slugged the Smoker in the face, taking him by surprise. His tongue was outside her lips and he pressed harder out of instinct to stay erect. Zoey jumped and screamed louder. "Let go of me!" She screamed.
A sudden burst through the shaft in the air duct gave Zoey a glimmer of hope. Her friends were finally here! Looking up, along with the Smoker, Zoey's face fell.
It was a Hunter.
No! No! No! This can't be happening! Her mind screamed.
The Hunter looked down at Zoey and she saw something in his eyes a quick second before lunged at the Smoker. The tongue ripping her panties in half, the quick moment jolted her senses and she watched the Hunter tear the Smoker to pieces. Zoey looked around the room for an escape but found none. The Hunter whipped around and took a tentative step forward.
Tears prickled at Zoey's eyes. "Are-Are you going to rape me too?" Zoey's voice quivered.
The Hunter shook his head no violently.
"Why did you save me?" Zoey quietly asked.
He pointed to the Smoker.
Zoey nodded and a loud slam could be heard. Zoey cringed as she looked from the air duct that was out of her reach and the Hunter that had just saved her.
He jumped behind a large crate, out of sight. Bill fell out of the shaft and fell on his knees. "Zoey?" He asked. Zoey fell to her knees and cried into her hands from the terror and happiness at seeing them. Bill rushed over and held her, not even noticing the missing underwear.
However Francis did.
He could see faint curls and a nice round ass on Zoey and his groin started to fill with blood. Louis growled disgusted and shoved the man over and handed Zoey her jacket and pants. Zoey slipped on the jacket.
"The Smoker... tongue..." Zoey cried harder.
She started to feel disgusted with herself. She had actually enjoyed it some twisted way.
Bill looked at her and understanding filled his gaze at the torn underwear resting near the zombie. Turning around he gave her privacy and made the others do the same... more so Francis then Louis.
"How did you kill that thing?" Louis asked, concerned for his friend. First semi-positive emotion in weeks.
"A Hunter killed him," Zoey whispered. She walked to the large crate and saw nothing there.
"Where?" Bill asked, high alert.
"He's gone..." Zoey looked around.
"Sneaky little..." Francis murmured.
"Lets get out here," Zoey shouted and pushed the crate toward the shaft.
The four left the room and out to the main floor. Zoey rushed into their sleeping room and took the bed furthest from the door. She didn't want anything else to happen to her. They all bunked up, Bill sleeping between Zoey and Francis while Louis slept in the front. Louis knew the reasoning was to keep the sketchy male away from their female friend. Normally he slept in the back but he also knew why Zoey wanted that spot and he expected it.
I watched as one of the males looked at the poor girl. He wanted to strike right then and there but he knew he couldn't. At the very first chance I got, I had left the room. Needing to be away from the perv male and the smell of the arousal in the room was driving me nuts.
Watching outside the warehouse, I slept in a tree.
I wasn't like the rest of the zombies.
I went on more then just instinct.
I had my memories.
I had morals.
I remembered Zoey from filmmaking class.
...But something no one in that group knew was that the zombies were still mutating. Getting smarter.
Wanting more then just the primal need to feast.
Zoey had found out the hard way today.
Clenching my fists I vowed to protect her. I hadn't done a very good job today but I wouldn't let her out of my sight again that easy.
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I got the cake idea from well... eating cake tonight. Anyway I hope you liked!