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Chapter Sixty-One: Totally Saeko

Rumors of the horde’s pursuit kept the sizeable group of survivors moving quickly. Even those that hadn’t been on the frontline of the Bunker assault were terrified of the prospect of being caught out in the open by the creatures actively hunting them. The panic only grew stronger when Minako’s disappearance was discovered. Whether the girl had simply wandered off or been picked off by one of the hellish monsters infesting the Necropolis, it didn’t matter. It was just another reminder that death could come for them at any moment. Fear was an excellent motivator. The group stuck close to one another as they made their way towards the shopping mall. No one dared to raise the concern of their lack of supplies.

But the panicked haste came at a cost. It was ironic, given that Azula had chosen the slower, less direct path to the airport. When the group came upon the large pack of zombies in their way, they lacked any cohesion. Chaos erupted. Lives were lost.

The revelation that they faced not only zombies, but some of the Necropolis’s deadlier creations became evident before Azula could rally any form of defense.

Given that the world she’d come from had also been infested with the living dead, the zombies didn’t bother Slack much. She’d gotten rather good at killing them even before being snatched into the Necropolis. As the survivors around her struggled to come up with a plan of action, she drew her pistol and started popping the zombies, blasting their rotting brains from their skulls. She stepped forward, out of the group, advancing on the nightmare creatures and unintentionally making herself a prime target.

The Head Snatcher’s pointed tongue punched through Slack’s temple, erupting from the opposite side of her head. Her finger twitched around the trigger of her pistol, firing off one more shot that plopped pointlessly into a zombie’s chest. Her eyes crossed, mouth falling slack. The gun dropped from her hand, hitting the ground and going off. The wild shot put a hole through Lucy Heartfilia’s thigh. Tendons and bones snapped as the Head Snatcher retracted its tongue, tearing Slack’s head away. Piss gushed into the crotch of her black leather shorts and flowed along her fishnet-clad thighs. Her body dropped forward, landing hard on her full breasts as her arms jerked about, clawing at the air and digging her fingernails against the asphalt.

Letty Ortiz let out an angry yell as a Blow Hunter dropped in front of her and pulled her into his deadly embrace. She beat her fists against the thing as he tore his way through the crotch of her jeans and buried his members into her cunt and ass. Her tough edge cracked as she was rapidly violated, calling out for help. The survivors nearest to her were already backing away. Even with only rumors to enlighten them to the nature of the Blow Hunters, they knew to put distance between themselves and the creature assaulting Letty. Her clenched fists pounded against the Blow Hunter’s fleshy exterior as the monster’s cocks pounded into her loins. She reflexively clenched around the probing phalluses, unwillingly assisting the creature’s approach to a deadly climax.

“Get this thing the fuck off of – “ Letty’s final plea for assistance cut off as the Blow Hunter came. Spikes ripped through the Latina’s body, piercing the soft flesh of her breasts and crunching through her ribs. One spike rammed its way into her throat, barely avoiding her spine as it made its way through her. Her kicking legs became pinned against the bloating monster’s flesh. One spike managed to meet Letty’s last punch, spearing through her knuckles and emerging from her wrist. She was left choking on her hot blood for only a few moments before the Blow Hunter concluded his life, ripping himself and Letty apart in a violent explosion of cum and blood.

Azula and Baroness managed to shift the group’s formation, creating a defensive front. The horde was smaller than the one pursuing them, but it was still big enough to be a danger – Slack and Letty’s deaths being two prime pieces of evidence to that. Thankfully, the group of monsters wasn’t blocking their path to the hopeful safety of the mall. Azula made it clear that they weren’t going to engage in a standup fight. They only had to keep the mini-horde at bay while the bulk of the survivors made it to the mall. The panic faded – but only slightly – as the group fell into line and responded to their loss by taking out as many of the monsters as they could.

Sonya Blade and Sharon Carter led the group towards the mall, clearing out the handful of zombies in their way. Saeko Busujima and Setsuka were put in charge of covering the group’s rear, holding off the mini-horde while the others could make their escape. It was just the sort of action Saeko had been looking forward to for what felt like months. Her muramasa felt light in her hands, growing lighter with each undead form she cleaved through. Her breath quickened with each successful strike. The blood, the carnage, the death. It gave her a very special kind of thrill. The kind that dampened her panties. And as Saeko slashed and sliced her way through one zombie after the next, her panties were soaked in no time.

Setsuka did her best to lend as much assistance as she could, both in terms of killing monsters as well as in keeping Saeko focused. But as the purple-haired young woman’s bloodlust grew, even Setsuka’s rational words couldn’t get through. Saeko panted openly, sweat dribbling from her brow as she advanced into the diminishing ranks of the undead. Each cut of her sword felt like a direct jolt of ecstasy right to her clit. The sensation was dangerously addictive. She didn’t want it to stop. Her interests shifted to carving as many zombies as she could as quickly as she could, neglecting to confirm each one was dead before moving on to the next.

The woman’s forward momentum came to a momentary stop as she faced down a particular large cluster of zombies. One of Saeko’s undead victims – cleaved in half at the waist – had been pulling himself along towards the woman. The pause in her movement was long enough for him to catch up to her. His rotten fingers closed around her calf, tugging himself forward just far enough to bury his teeth in her ankle. Saeko cried out – a blend of orgasmic release and shocked pain. She yanked her leg away from the half-zombie and brought her sword down into the thing’s head. Her attacker was dead – properly so – but the hot blood flowing down Saeko’s ankle told her that she’d soon be, too.

Setsuka moved forward fast, taking out another zombie as she reached Saeko. She silently cursed herself for not spotting the crawler in time. “Maybe we can amputate it,” she suggested. “Before the infection spreads.”

“No,” Saeko panted, feeling a fresh surge of arousal now that she knew she’d soon be gone. “Get back to the group.” She tightened her grip on her weapon. “I’ll hold them back as long as I can.” There was little nobility in her choice. She’d only just gotten to start enjoying herself. She’d be damned if she was going to let the warm, blissful feelings go. The survivors would not allow her to live if she returned to them. A quick shot to the head would have minimized the pain of death, but it would steal the thrill of it from her. And Saeko wanted that thrill more than anything else.

Setsuka nodded her apparent understanding, although the words that followed made it clear that she didn’t. “Thank you for your sacrifice,” she told Saeko. “You are a true warrior.” She turned and hurried back towards the retreating group, leaving Saeko to her fate.

Saeko turned to face the oncoming undead. She let out a yell of challenge, drawing the attention of the zombies to her, and charged into them. Her sword moved with blinding speed, dicing up the living corpses with shocking efficiency. Saeko moaned with each swipe, her lust fueling her actions. The ecstasy built within her, aided by the infection that would claim her life. Her flesh flushed, unashamed of her arousal, but surprised by the apparent lack of limit it had. Her sloppy cunt burned, aching to be filled with something. Perhaps it was the erotic frenzy of her mind, or maybe just the infection taking hold of her, but Saeko suddenly realized that she wanted to do something else to the zombies besides slaughtering them.

Yanking the blade free from her latest conquest’s chest, she shoved the undead man to the ground. His brain was still intact, leaving him alive, but – more importantly – so was his cock. Dropping onto him, Saeko pulled up the flap of her apron and tugged aside the crotch of her soaked panties. She gripped the dead man’s shaft, holding it steady as she rammed her burning snatch onto him. She cried out, finally finding a small amount of relief as she was filled. The first orgasm was nice, but Saeko was more interested in seeing just how many she could achieve before death claimed her. She slammed her crotch against the zombie, riding him with wild energy. Her hands moved to her chest, yanking open her shirt. Buttons went flying as her breasts spilled free.

Saeko pushed one hand against her undead lover’s shoulder, holding his gnashing teeth at bay as she shook her tits at him. Her other hand moved downwards, slipping under the front of her panties to wiggle her clit. A second zombie took notice of the change in Saeko’s attitude. He lumbered up behind the young woman, tearing away the rear portion of her apron like pealing off a sticky note. Saeko’s jiggling buttocks – flesh rippling with each downward stroke she made onto her zombie lover’s prick – mesmerized the second zombie. He crouched in close behind her, tearing through her panties so he could take aim at her tight asshole.

Saeko whimpered as the undead cock pressed against her sphincter, groaned as the zombie plunged up her rear. She shifted her movements, helping to work the anal invader deeper into her. Her cunt walls clenched and released around the prick buried so deep inside her. When the next pair of zombies approached, she reached out to pull their erections free, pumping along their shafts and leaning in so she could lap at their cockheads. When one of the zombies moved close enough, she allowed him to slide his member through her cleavage, pushing her milky mounds of flesh together around him.

If anything, Saeko made a better distraction after she’d given in to her sexual urges. The insatiable, infected sex addict drew the undead towards her, each of them eager to stuff the young woman’s holes before the warmth of life left them completely. Saeko gave herself freely to the bliss consuming her, hardly noticing as it became hard for her to breathe. The cascade of orgasms ripping through her kept her pleasantly distracted from the end of her life. When the infection finally claimed her, her gyrations only paused momentarily before her milky eyes snapped open with renewed, evil existence. She shoved her face onto another stiff prick, sucking at it until she got her first meal as a member of the undead.

Saeko’s zombie lovers found satisfaction long before she did. Gradually, the memory that they’d been pursuing a much larger group returned. With Saeko no longer a threat, they began to shuffle away from her, heading towards the mall. Quite dead but still achingly horny, Saeko let out a groan of dismay as the zombies left her. She awkwardly got to her feet, joining the ranks of the Undead. Only the briefest flickers of memory inspired her to reach down and grab her discarded sword.

***

It was a relief to find that the interior of the mall wasn’t as badly infested as the exterior. Sealing the entryway behind them, the survivors spread out to secure the ground floor. The unexpected ambush had everyone rattled. There’d been a sense – perhaps a desperate hope – that the majority of the city’s undead monster population had been present during the assault on the Bunker. The group of creatures they’d blundered into was big enough to instill fresh fear in the survivors.

Fear may have been an excellent motivator, but it was also capable of freezing the group in place. Azula couldn’t afford to allow that to happen. She gathered Baroness and went about setting up a party of forward scouts. A smaller party moving ahead of the main group would make it far easier to avoid future surprises. They’d drawn attention getting into the mall. The mini-horde they’d left behind had suffered losses, but they were still a threat – especially if reinforcements came. Still, the mall afforded them a unique opportunity to restock much needed supplies, both for the journey to the airport and potentially in the world beyond if they managed to make it that far.

The question was: Could they afford to spend the time exploring the mall?