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The sounds coming down the alleyway were disturbing. Hideous groans and growls traveled across the space to Zoey’s ears. And yet, as horrifying and terrible as it was, the sounds coming from the nappy around the brunette’s waist terrified her more. She had control over these noises sure, but that crinkle inevitably hit her ears like an unwanted dinner bell every time she even slightly shifted.

The diapers were a necessity, an unfortunate truth as she knew she could have an awful mess to clean up without it at any moment or whenever any one of the myriads of infected would jump her. She wasn’t at total risk of being jump scared now, given that she’d pinned down the undead’s exact location, but she was worried about alerting them with her rustling movements.

To her left she could see the street, so all she had to do was travel the twenty or so feet toward it and she’d be completely in the clear. The noise emanating from around her waist was what was slowing her down. Either every step let out an obnoxious crinkle or the plastic of her diaper would graze against a brick and the scraping noise would be too loud for her liking.

*GGRRRRMMMMMMMMRRRRR*

Zoey froze in the alley, feeling the vibrations rise up from her stomach. This… was ridiculously bad timing. That was the only warning she’d get before her accident. She wanted to move faster, to escape the alleyway before the much louder flatulence alerted the infected of her position, but moving any faster would harshly rub the skin on her thighs against the material of her diaper.

She squatted slowly, hoping that she could minimize the noise of her mess by picking a position that made it the easiest. Unfortunately for her it barely helped. Zoey’s bowels contracted somewhat violently, letting gas escape first in a loud roar that felt like it shook her whole body.

*PPPPFFFTTT*

The torrent of stinky mush that followed pushed into the back of her diaper with similar intensity, squelching out against the interior padding with force.

*FFLLLLRRRPPPPPP*

The back of her diaper sagged heavily, straining against the weight of her accident as her body emptied itself of its waste, pushing it all into her diaper. The plastic shell did well at insulating the heat of her accident, keeping it close to her body as the pile in her padding grew.

“Mmmph. Ahhh! Ohhh.” Zoey couldn’t stop the small grunts that passed her lips as she relieved herself in her underwear.

*Fssssshhhhhhh*

The gentle hiss of her urine splashing against the core before it soaked the moisture up joined the whirlwind of noises, adding yet another layer to the disastrous performance playing inside her diaper.

When it all stopped she stood and looked around, glad to see that none of what had happened had drawn the various undead to her—in fact, they seemed completely unbothered. With renewed energy she took another step toward the alley’s exit-

-only to slip on a wet spot, landing directly on her padded butt.

*SQQQUUUUIIIISHHHHH*

The mush inside Zoey’s diaper molded to her bottom as she fell onto it, letting out a lewd squishy squelching that drowned out all other sounds around her. The infected around the corner stopped their gross growling for a moment before a loud roar came, announcing their intentions to come after Zoey.

She scrambled to her feet, taking off through the alley as fast as she could with the sagging weight of her padding between her legs, the footsteps coming in hot on her trail.