1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 1


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    I live, I found most rich people had some kind of weapon in their home. I gathered a few handguns, rifles, an antique scimitar, and as much ammunition as I could find. There was a shooting range in one of the basements that came in handy, and once I figured out which ammo belonged to which weapon, which of them I could handle best and which other gun would make a good replacement, I finally packed my bags. I was careful not to carry too much, and so only packed two handguns, carrying them in holsters that crossed between my breasts. Another belt around my waist could hold several clips of ammunition for quick reloading, and the scimitar came with its own ornate belt and sheath that I put on as well. Since it was the Zombie Apocalypse, and summer in Italy, I didn't wear much other clothing, as I figured nobody I encountered would care about my exposed breasts or pantiless crotch. So the only other articles of clothing I wore were a pair of green jogging pants, some running shoes, a white loose shirt and a wide white summer hat against the heat. In my backpack I had a pair of jeans and a sweater, just in case it would get cold, as well as enough food for a week, a few tools that weren't too bulky, maps, chalks, a compass, batteries, a flashlight, matches, lighters, a few candles, a GPS system and as much ammo as I could carry. And so one day, as the sun went down in the fourth week after the outbreak, I left. The good thing about Zombies is that most of the time you could hear ...
    them long before you could see them. I stuck to the back alleys and side streets as I made my way down to the river, listening to any sound, evading anything that seemed suspicious and made more detours than I can remember. With the map, I kept from getting lost, but it got dark much earlier than I expected, and so I scrambled to look for a good place for the night. Rooftops and high places proved to be best, and so I went through an abandoned apartment building up onto the roof and made camp there. There were groaning noises coming from some of the apartments as I passed them, so I was glad when the door to the rooftop was metal and sturdy looking, and I fastened the handle with one of the tools, making it hard to open from the other side. Before I lay down, I took a cautionary tour of the roof, making sure no Zombie was hidden there somewhere and then stopped at the edges, looking out across the city underneath me, dark shades scuffling along the streets occasionally. I sighed, pulling down my pants and spreading my legs, emptying my bladder across the curb, hoping to hit at least some of those fuckers with my piss. Suddenly, as I stood there, pee spraying out of my sticky labia, I saw a light flash in another building not too far from where I was. It looked not like the lights in the still lit part of town, but more like a flashlight, turning on and off at irregular intervals and seeming to point at different directions. I tried to memorize the position and mark it on the ...
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