TLOU: Drawing Zombies (Patreon)

*Prrrrbbbbbtttttt*

Dina cringed at the sudden sound turning to Ellie with her finger pressed to her lips. Her patrol partner looked apologetic but remained silent. The ruins of the city outside the derelict building they crossed through chirped with life. They’d been sent out by Joel on a scavenging trip, but something from Ellie’s lunch wasn’t agreeing with her that day, making her extra gassy.

“Once again, being twenty in an apocalypse and still being trapped in diapers proves once again to be an inconvenience.” Ellie thought, crouching behind a tilted-over filing cabinet. She and Dina slowly picked their way through the building after scanning their surroundings.

As they moved Ellie felt acutely aware of her stomach’s incessant gurgling, wishing more than anything the sounds would stop. She was fairly sure Dina, stalking forward a few feet ahead could hear it too, only adding to her embarrassment. A radiating soreness in her abdomen was only interrupted by the occasional pang of a cramp. She’d need to stop soon, because whether she liked it or not Ellie would be filling the back of her diaper.

She was about to mention her need to Dina, but she stopped when she noticed her partner had frozen, turning her ear up and listening for whatever sound had caught her attention.

“Jeez,” Ellie thought, “I know my stomach is loud but does she have to make such a big deal about it?”

But she’d been so distracted by the sounds her stomach made that she wasn’t really paying attention, not until it was too late. Just beyond them, the squealing sounds from a group of clickers echoed down the hallway, alerting the pair to a hoard of them.

Ellie was quick to act, pulling Dina behind a wall and double-checking her supplies. “It had to be the exact way we were fuckin’ going didn’t it?” she whispered.

Dina nodded next to her. “I don’t see a way around either, I think we need to consider going back.”

Another cramp hit Ellie, causing a whining fart to escape. It was muffled by the thick diaper under her pants but any sound now would prove to be dangerous and she knew her sounds were only about to get louder. She clenched her stomach with her spare hand.

“We can do that but, uh… I think I’m not going to make it very far before I make a lot of noise over here.”

Dina suddenly got very serious, looking Ellie up and down. “Are you serious!?”

Ellie scoffed. “Listen, if I could fucking hold it I wouldn’t be wearing a diaper. I’m doing my best here, Dina.”

Despite her outburst Diina was unfazed and just sat there thinking for a moment, running through all the options in her head. “Okay, I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

The question almost hurt, how could she do anything but trust Dina. “Always.” she said seriously.

“Good. I want you to draw them. Just stand in the middle of the room and do what you do best.”

Multiple emotions ran through Ellie. Mock offense at being told filling her diaper was what she did best, along with an underlying worry. It was a risky move to stand out in the open and basically invite the clickers to snack on her in what was arguably her most vulnerable moment. Still, she meant it when she said she trusted Dina.

“Okay. Guess I’ll go stand and be clicker food.”

Ellie stepped into the center of the room, removing her pants for maximum crinkling. With just a few moments of waiting for Dina to get into place, her stomach was already rumbling even louder. Those movements and the small amount of time were pushing her ability to hold her bowels to the limit.

*BBBBRRRAAAPPPPP*

Another fart cut through the mostly abandoned office but this time Ellie didn’t try and silence it. She bore down, using her limited bowel control to help whatever mass was causing her intestinal distress through her bowels immediately.

That one burst of flatulence must have been enough to catch the attention of the infected because their screeches changed in response to the sound. They were coming closer.

Ellie didn’t stop though, she pushed harder feeling the first mass of mushy shit spread her cheeks and start to drop into the back of her diaper. “Guha!” she groaned, expending a massive amount of energy to force more and more mess into the back of her pants. All that hard work was to make as much sound as possible.

Rumbling farts mixed with lewd squelching sounds and her unfurling diaper’s crinkling. It was a cacophony of sounds, all drawing the thudding footsteps of rushing infected.

At the end of the hallway, they rounded the corner, the clickers charging toward her. It was too late to stop the process of messing herself. She wanted to turn and run but the coiling mountain of excrement dropping into her diaper was going to slow her down too much to get far enough away. Not only that but she was locked in a squat with her pants around her ankles.

“Ughh, Come on Dina. Please do something.”

The hallway was full of clickers, all of them coming for Ellie as she stood helplessly depositing mush into her diaper. She closed her eyes and then heard a loud clash. She opened her eyes in time to see the hallway engulfed in flames, with another molotov flying toward the infected.

After setting the hallway ablaze Dina pushed all of her weight into a massive, wall-length filing cabinet, blocking off the opening and trapping the clickers inside. She approached Ellie with a wide smile. “See I told you I had it covered.”

Ellie was shocked the plan was brilliant especially for being put together so quickly. “But wait, I thought we had to go that way.”

“Yeah,” Dina confirmed, “We wait for the fire to burn itself out and then move the cabinet again. We should be good to go.”

“So what do we do till then?” Ellie asked.

“Well when you’re all done pooping yourself you could probably use a change, once you’re all cleaned up we’ll get going.”