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It was dark. Zoey couldn't see anything even five feet ahead of her as she made her way down the abandoned city streets she once knew as her home. Things looked almost the same, a zombified version of what she remembered it to be just a few weeks before. She was alone. Hunted. Her allies had fallen, and this was the test of her strength, her will to continue on...
Somehow, she felt like this was it. There was no way out, she wasn't going to make it out of here... her home would be her resting place, trapped in undeath until the end of eternity. Never to rest in peace.

Her footsteps echoed on the pavement as she ran down the road, nothing but the abandoned cars blocking her way... so far. The subway was only 4 blocks away, she knew she could make it at least that far, then travel underground where it might be safer.
She slowed down when she heard the screech that made her toes curl, her eyes squeeze shut with horror... this wasn't happening... it's all a dream, she told herself... all a dream...this isnt. Happening.
She quickly shifted into the shadows, next to a building for cover. Tiptoeing along the brick wall, she forced herself to breathe normally. Keep an eye on whats ahead and try not to make any noise.
Three blocks away... She was almost there.....
Looking out into the street, she could see human forms hobbling back and fourth in the street, hitting each other and falling over in puddles of what she knew to be blood. She heard the noise again, a shriek so piercing she thought her eardrums were going to explode. Picking up the pace, she ducked into deeper darkness around the corner of the block to cross the street... halfway there... Hopefully there wouldn't be any more interferences. She was already bleeding from her right arm and could hardly hold up her gun she was so tired. Looking at it momentarily, she considered dropping it..
There were only thirteen shots left in it anyways.. and it hurt to carry it, it was ridiculously heavy... No. She needed it in case something were to happen.
Nothing was going to happen. She repeated it in her head a million times.

Staring down at the ground, she passed all the burning trash barrels and most of the horde that wandered the streets aimlessly. She was almost alone now, she told herself as she glanced up at the sky which was clouded over in smoke and ash. She missed the stars...

Out of nowhere, she felt something hard crash into her, and she heard that maniac cry tear into her ears.
"NO!"She cried as she tried to push it off, she couldn't go like this! She didn't even make it to the subway station yet... She closed her eyes and waited for long, jagged fingernails to tear open her skin, leaving her strewn all over this back alleyway to be feasted on by those creatures...
Tears welled up as she thought of what her companions would say.... she knew she couldn't make it without them....
It seemed like hours she waited until she gathered the courage to open her eyes... She still felt the body on top of hers, leaning over her, unmoving. She peered up at the dark hooded figure above her, unable to make out any features. It stared down at her and growled softly... it lifted its pale blue hand to meet her face...
It was the coldest thing she had ever felt. Shockwaves shot through her, and she screamed and thrashed under the weight of the thing on top of her.
It growled louder and grabbed hold of her wrists, pinning her in place. It's sharp nails dug into her skin as tears fell softly from her eyes.
This isn't real. This isn't real.
But it was, and she knew from the unearthly coldness of the skin up against her. She gave in, sobbing quietly, trying to think of anything but the end.
It let go of her wrists, but she didn't move... she felt cold hands on her waist that softly made their way up to her stomach... her ribs.. her chest....
Her eyes snapped open just as his lips slammed into hers. She let out a cry of surprise as he softly licked at her lips...
Electric currents were sent down her spine, and she shivered at the feeling of his cold hands on her chest; his icy lips on hers...
She opened her mouth to allow him entrance, and she could feel his cold tongue like ice skillfully maneuver around her mouth, his lips pressed forcefully onto hers...
She let out a sudden moan as she felt him grind against her hips; he couldn't be one of them...
He growled into her mouth as his hardness rubbed up against her warm skin, her soft clothes...
She felt his hands leave her chest as he undid her belt and her pants, she kicked off her shoes mindlessly and his lips left hers momentarily to look down to pull her pants off, revealing soft pink panties. He growled again as his lips made contact with hers again.
One of his hands went back up her shirt to caress hard nipples on soft skin and his other went down to hold her hip steady as he grinded hard on her. She moaned every time he did, and she felt his nails dig deeper and deeper into her skin until she knew she was bleeding.
His hand left her hip and he undid his pants, but left them on. He slid his hand under her panties and rubbed her gently... She gasped as she felt his freezing fingers massage her until she was even wetter and hotter than before. She could feel everything he was doing, she was very very warm and his skin was still impossibly cold. His mouth wandered down her jawline to her throat, where he scratched his teeth gently along her skin... She moaned, frustrated with his teasing her. He bit into her skin and she half screamed, moaning as she felt blood trickle down her neck. He threw his hand up, leaving her chest to cover her mouth; he didn't want her alerting anyone of their presence..
He opened her legs wide beneath him and moved his hips closer to her... She jumped as she realized absolutely everything about him was freezing cold!
She arched her back and moaned through his fingers as he plunged into her, holding her hips in place. He slammed in and out of her, each time it resulted in her almost screaming from moaning so loud.
She was dripping wet as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, knowing her sweet spot wasn't too far off....
She could feel it building already; his nails scratched down her stomach, her back, her hips as she tried not to scream too loud. Her eyes squeezed shut and his hand covered her mouth just in time to muffle a scream so loud that her dead comrades would have heard it.
She was so tight around him, and fucking her hard was really getting him off... he watched the blood trickle down her stomach from his clawmarks and he exploded inside her, not stopping until he was completely empty.
He watched as he pulled out of her, shivering as the tip left her hot folds. Her eyes were closed tight and she was breathing heavily.
He reached down and touched her, gathering his cum on his fingertip. He smiled to himself as he poked his finger into her half opened mouth. She opened her eyes immediately and grabbed his cold hand, and sucked on his finger hard... It sent shivers down his spine to watch her stare up at him and suck every bit off..
She could only see blood dripping from his lips, and she sat up and kissed him deeply, tasting her blood on his lips.
She sat there and stared at him for a while, kissing him and touching his ice cold hands, but after a while she stood up.

"Where are you going?" He growled. She looked up, pants halfway on, looking surprised.
"I....I'm uh... Have to leave..." She said, eyes wide.
"Okay" He said plainly, and didn't move.
She put on her shoes and picked up her things, glancing at him quickly before she turned around to walk away.
Footsteps followed behind her. She turned around to see he was following her.
"What are you doing...?" She whispered.
"Coming with you." He answered.