Chapter 2: Waking up
Steve sat on the other side of the room with his hand resting on a lever as he waited for the green skinned lady to wake up. He had covered her with the bed sheets carefully when he came to check in on her after waking up although he was more checking to make sure it had happened and wasn't just a bad dream he'd had since those had been increasing lately. After seeing she was still here and the nasty bruise on her head from where he had struck her he had gone downstairs to his chests and found a block of ice he'd picked up when traveling. Truthfully he didn't know why he bothered to take it with him but he was glad he had now, crushing it into smaller cube and placing them in a cloth and very carefully placing it over the bruise on the woman's head once he went back upstairs. She had been out for another hour before he realized he had no plan for if she was still hostile when she woke up and if she did decide to attack him he'd be forced to kill her and remove some of her sanity for when she next woke up from the dirt.
He set out quietly walking around his home gathering the needed supplies and had wired up a dispenser that aimed at her in the bed. He didn't want to use it but he needed her to not lash out at him while he tried to explain himself. Another hour passed and he had grown bored, flipping through the pages of the book his past self had left him when he came across how to make leather armour. It was fairly simple and looking over the instructions he'd left himself he figured he could easily make some. An itch on his side drew his attention down to his shirt where he paused and thought for a moment before nodding to himself and quietly went about his chest looking for his leather and a sewing needle, settling back down next to the dispenser as he began to sewer together the pieces.
Eventually the zombie started to wake up to a pounding headache and a slight dampness on her head. Letting out a soft grunt she moved her hand up and flinched slightly when she felt a soggy fabric on her head, opening her eyes she lifted it up to examine it. It was a plain white cloth and a tiny bit of ice clung to the fabric which explained why it was damp but why was it on her head in the first place? Slowly she managed to push herself upright into a sitting position and held a hand up to her head, wincing as she touched her bruise and the dull ache grew painfully briefly before she moved her hand away. Suddenly she heard a noise. It was sounded like a soft growl but there was a pattern to it. It was breathing or more accurately snoring and looking up her eyes widened spotting a man slumped over in a chair fast asleep. Alarmingly next to him was a dispense aimed directly at her. She tried to move to the other side of the bed but it creaked waking the man up.
She froze as he grunted while stretching and held a hand over his eyes as he hunched forward before he visibly stiffened up and slowly looked up at her. The two stared at each other for what felt like days, neither one daring to even blink. Slowly the man sat upright and he quickly glanced down at her before his face turned red and he quickly looked away as he tried to look for something on the floor before he threw a leather tunic onto the bed and looked away again. The zombie just looked at him confused before a memory resurfaced from before she blacked out. She had found her way into someone's home and had hoped to hide somewhere so when the day came round she wouldn't have to be buried in the dirt again to avoid the sun. Then someone rushed into the room she was in and seeing the sword and shield ready she assumed that the owner of the house was there to kill her so in panic she rushed them instead and managed to knock them down the set of stairs. She had hoped to knock them out and then hide again until they woke but the man she saw before her now had been ready for her to move and slashed at her and cut something. Looking down slowly she saw her perfectly round breasts just hanging out in the open for anyone to see.
Her own cheeks darkened as she realized what was going on and quickly used the covers on the bed to hide her chest. She felt an anger rise in her and she glared at the man but stopped when she saw he had his head lowered and was pointing towards the tunic on the bed. Had he made that for her? She didn't really want to take it since this man seemed to be a huge pervert in her eyes but a leather tunic could earn her some respect from the other zombies if the man kicked her out of the house. Losing an internal battle with her morals and feelings towards the man she reluctantly grabbed the tunic and put it on. She huffed as it was quite tight, her chest wasn't too large to begin with but this tunic squeezed them tightly and for some reason one of her breasts was very sensitive. Slowly she looked back at the man who was glancing up at her to see if she had put it on and gave her an awkward smile. The two sat in silence for ages, neither one know what to say or do until the man's stomach grumbled and he winced slightly. From his pocket he pulled out a couple pieces of cooked steak. He bit into one of them before looking at her and swallowing his mouthful he leaned forward and placed the other piece on the bed before retreating to his chair.
She looked at him confused before looking back at the food on the bed. She hadn't eaten anything fresh in weeks, the last thing she remembered eating was a raw piece of mutton some wolves had left behind. It was raw and covered in dirt and grass but it was still as fresh as it could've been. However here was a piece of steak, a really good looking piece of steak, and she was oh so hungry. She hesitated at first before quickly leaning forward and grabbing the meat, taking a huge chunk out of it and let out a groan at how good it tasted before quickly scoffing down the rest and almost aggressively sucking any lingering flavour off of her fingers. Slowly opening her eyes mid lick of her index finger her eyes widened in slight fear as the man had his hand on the lever attached to the dispenser. He had been startled when she suddenly dove onto the meat and had instinctively readied himself in case she decided the piece in his hand was also hers.
Slowly she lowered her hands to her lap and looked down, her emotions were all over the place right now and she didn't know what to think. She knew that the people of this world didn't like zombies, hell even other zombies didn't like her, and that they were mostly killed on sight but here she was still alive. Well not alive but still with her sanity and in front of her was, supposedly, her mortal enemy feeding her and giving her clothes. It didn't make sense because she wanted to be angry and upset, aggressive and dominant but all she could do was sit there under the aim of the dispenser and a man who was embarrassed to look at her half naked.
Steve couldn't understand what happened next, or at least why it started. The zombie in front of him slowly started to cry. It was small at first with a single tear rolling down her cheek and then a sniffle but it quickly became a river of tears as she began to sob. He was torn on what to do, this was an enemy according to his past self but she seemed different from anything he or his past self had ever encountered before. When she let out a wail he quickly got to his feet and went over to the side of the bed, kneeling down next to her and placing his hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him through tear filled eyes and couldn't help herself and quickly grabbed him as she buried her face into his chest and let out another wail. Steve shifted himself onto the bed and gently held the girls head as she clutched his shirt and let loose her emotions. He didn't quite know why this was happening but he knew that this was the right move, comforting her and showing her that not everyone in the world was against her. No one liked zombies and this one having become one recently was probably having an incredibly difficult time trying to adjust. It must've been overwhelming for the poor girl sobbing into his shirt.
He shifted the both of them and now she was sat across his lap while he leaned against the wall his bed was against. He gently stroked her head in the hopes it would calm her down and it seemed to work. Her sobbing died down into sniffling and it didn't feel like his shirt was getting any damper from her tears now either. He tilted his head to the side to look at her face and seeing she was staring off at the floor he gently took hold of her cheek and wiped some of her tears away. She slowly looked up at him and he gave her a warm smile with a look asking her if she felt better. Slowly she nodded but made no attempt to move from her spot against his body as she looked back down. That was fine by him. She could take as much time as she needed to fully get her emotions out.
As previously stated, zombies in the wild can often form packs, hoards, or herd depending on what you want to define it as. These zombies are usually led by one that is stronger than the other as strength doesn't get lost when they are killed and resurrected once more. Most zombies that wander the lands are old and have died many times, losing their identities and even basic thoughts. These zombies are, rather surprisingly, not the lowest on the zombie hierarchy as that spot is often reserved for fresh zombies. People like Steve can't be turned to zombies by being bitten, however when they die there is a chance that they can come back as a zombie depending on the damage to the body. Too much tissue damage and their skeleton resurrects instead. Dying from something like drowning or starvation will bring them back as a zombie, and if both the flesh and the bones are damaged too much they won't be able to come back. In olden days the bodies of deceased people were cremated and placed into clay jars and buried within structures made from terracotta deep in forests. A fresh zombie however is seen as weak by other zombies, even the mindless ones. They're new and are often confused at what they now are and try to return to their homes or families only to be met with screams of fear and the violence of those who want to protect the ones still alive. Unless they can prove themselves fresh zombies end up being alone until they become mindless and merge with any group of zombies that's passing by them.
The zombie within Steve's arms is a fresh zombie and she has been alone for months. When she first died and came back she too tried to return to her home within a village she had become friends with while still alive but the iron golem of the village had only seen her as a threat and even followed her a good distance into the forest while hunting her. It soon became day and she felt first hand how the sun felt on her skin, like she'd dipped her arm into the lava lakes deep within the deep slate cave she used to go mining in. She hid under a tree her first day terrified that a gust of wind would move the branches and burn her even more. When night finally came again she started wandering hoping to find a cave to hide in before the next dawn. However the caves she found all had groups of zombies in, most of which just groaning and yelling at her till she went away, and the last one she checked had a zombie in full iron gear chase her out and almost cutting her in two when he swung his sword only to get it lodged within tree when she dodged it. She had been on the run ever since and opting to bury herself under the dirt like other zombies did to hide form the sun.
She had now calmed down and was listening to the man's soothing heart beat. He had softly spoken to her as well, assuring her that he wouldn't hurt her and that he was sorry for everything that had happened to her while in his home. She didn't understand why he was apologising since she was the one who broke into his home but she didn't speak up. She just closed her eyes and softly dozed off, enjoying the warmth of the man's body and his soothing voice. Steve looked down and smiled with a sigh at the sight of her sleeping peacefully but made no attempt to move her back onto the bed. While every fibre of his being was screaming at him not to even be this close to a zombie, his mind and heart knew that this was what she needed. Slowly his eyes felt heavy and before he knew it he too was sound asleep, one arm around the girls back holding her protectively with his other resting on her legs.
The watcher outside had observed everything. From the zombie crawling in through the window, to the two fighting and the zombie's top being cut off, and even watched with wide eyes as the man had pleasured himself with the zombies body. They were certain now that neither of these two were the threats it had been told about, or at the very least that these two were of the same species but not the ones it was warned of. Seeing the two resting now through the window Steve had finally put in the watcher couldn't help but feel an ache within it's own chest. Companionship was something it's own species was not known for having, especially here in this dimension, and they couldn't understand why. The watcher staring down at the man and zombie wished for nothing more than to switch places with one of them, to be held and feel the warmth of another, and simply lay there enjoying the others company. It let out a sigh in loneliness but still watched the two from where it stood within the treeline atop the hill. Maybe it could work up the courage to introduce themselves to the man or the zombie and ask to join them?
A few hours later the girl started to wake up, this time knowing exactly where she was as she heard the man softly snoring once again. She lifted her head up and couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked while he slept before she slowly turned her body so she was kneeling in his lap and pressed her head against his chest again, opening her eyes to look down as the man moved his arms to hug her while still asleep, and she smiled while pressing against his body softly. Steve mumbled to himself as he slowly started to wake at feeling her move and now something pressing itself against his body. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the zombie girl looking up at him with a small smile on her lips. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle and went to say something before she quickly moved up and kissed him on his lips. His eyes shot open as she did but as she deepened the kiss and the warmth from her lips sunk into his own he slowly closed them again and returned the gesture.
They held each others lips together for a few minutes, occasionally breaking for a second to get a quick breath in, before separating an panting for air. The girl smirked at him as she lowered her hands down his torso and suddenly yanked off his top, eyeing up the faint outlines of muscles on his stomach. Steve was thin and with his shirt on might have even looked frail but with all the manual labour he did on a daily basis he was naturally fit and good looking without it on. He watched as she traced his muscles with a finger before lowering her other hand to his waist and placing a firm hand on his crotch, her smirk growing as she felt something hard under the fabric while Steve bit his lip to hold in a moan. It was once thing for him to masturbate by himself but the feeling of another person's hand on his waist was sending jolts of excitement through his body. Slowly she undid he pants and pulled them down till his cock sprung up from it's prison. Judging by her shocked gasp Steve reckoned she hadn't seen one so big before, or she hadn't expected him to be so hard already.
The girl licked her lips as she stared at his cock before taking hold of it firmly with one hand and lowering herself down to it's level, her eyes widening in awe at how much bigger it looked up closer and she couldn't help but wrap her tongue around it and slowly licking it all the way from the base to the tip where a little bit of his cum leaked out onto her tongue. It tasted a bit salty but it was better than anything she had ever tasted, both alive and undead, and she licked his cock a few more times in the same way to get a small pool of his cum on her tongue before looking up at him with her tongue on display for him before pulling it back into her mouth and making a loud audible swallowing sound before opening her mouth again to show her tongue was clean.
Steve had watched with wide eyes and his eye twitched as a strand of cum suddenly shot out and landed onto his stomach earning a seductive giggle from the girl. She sat upright and pulled the tunic off of her body and grabbed her breasts as they jumped out free once more. She teasingly squeezed them and pushed them together to tease Steve before lowering herself down so his cock was between them and squashed her breasts together to envelope him, drooling a bit of spit down her cleavage to lube them up, before she wrapped her lips tightly around the head of his cock and started moving her breasts up and down. Steve groaned loudly as her skin felt heavenly on around his cock and he could feel her tongue probing his cock's head, trying to push its way under his foreskin to tease him more. After a few minutes of her torturing his cock he felt a pressure building up and grabbed her head with one hand, much to her surprise, and forcefully pushed her head down into her own cleavage as he moaned loudly and let loose rope after rope of thick cum into her mouth. He came so much that it started to leak out the sides of her lips until he let her head go where she quickly pulled her head up gasping for air, her hand now gripping his cock as she quickly stroked him up and down to keep his orgasm going before diving her head back onto his cock while moaning loudly as she drank his cum.
Eventually his orgasm subsided but she stayed down at his waist sucking his cock gently and licking him clean before she climbed back up to his face and kissed him deeply, moaning giddily as he retuned the kiss without hesitation. Steve looked at her as they parted from the kiss and could see she was getting tired again as she struggled keep her eyes open and her head upright. Despite the other head downstairs telling him it was raring to go for another few rounds he knew he couldn't push her so instead he placed her head against his chest and rubber her body all over with his hands paying close attention to her ass and thighs still within her bottoms though neither made a move to remove them right now. They were both exhausted and for the first time the two could sleep peacefully, this time with the company of another.
