1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 5


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    "Let's go," she said, climbing up until she sat on the windowsill and then pushing herself off. She disappeared from view shortly and then I heard her hit the ground, groaning. Trembling from fear, I grabbed the window frame and climbed up myself, feeling the cool air hit my face as I looked down. Rebekka was scrambling to get up, the Zombies beginning to take notice of her and turning back onto the street. "Fuck," I thought, and pushed myself off. There was a short rush of air as I fell, then my heart stopped as I hit something soft, falling onto it. Only slowly I realized that I had landed on a Zombie, and that it probably made my fall much less painful than it could have been. Only now did I realize that I had peed myself from all the excitement and fear, my pussy still squirting warm piss on the zombie below me. Rebekka was limping a little as she motioned me to come to her, already across the street. I got up and we ran, dodging the occasional Zombie until we had reached the street corner, turning left and ran some more down a slightly less crowded road. Becky had a hard time keeping up with me, something was wrong with her leg. After about 100 meters the road turned into a plaza, and across a small patch of grass we could see the castle. I tried the entrance while Rebekka slowed down a bit, keeping a look out for any Zombies that were following us. It was locked. Frantically, I went around the sides until I found a window with a bench underneath it. Without a second ...
    thought I climbed the bench and bashed in the glass with my baseball bat, calling for Becky while I was careful to remove any remaining shards from the frame. I helped her climb in and followed her. Inside, the castle seemed quiet, but outside were already zombies gathering at the window. It wouldn't be long until they found a way to get in. I looked around. The room we were in was full of medieval-looking furniture: Heavy wooden tables, some kind of rack on the wall, a low closet in the corner. We went over there and with our combined effort managed to get the closet in front of the window. It was much heavier than it looked, which hopefully meant it would hold off any zombie that tried to get in that way. Exhausted, Rebekka sank down into an alcove, rubbing the side of her leg. I let her rest for a while and took a look around. Outside in the next room were a few display cases, showing medieval weapons, tools and jewelry. "Hey, look what I found!" I said as I returned back into the room, my auburn curls held up with an ornate hair pin. Grinning, I pulled out a long mace from behind my back that was made of a smooth wood with a shiny metal shaft and a thicker, bulbous tip. "Medieval baseball bat," I introduced it, still grinning. I playfully started swinging it at her. She pursed her lips, then pulled herself up, her leg still somewhat stiff, but she managed to grab a long lance from one of the walls. "You shall not pass, wench!" she replied in honour of the Lord Of The Rings, ...
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