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Zoey aimed down her M4, the Tank had his back to her.

“DO IT!” yelled Loius, desperately punching the Tank’s face while being held by his neck. Bill, clinging to the Tank’s free arm opened up fire on his face with his 9mm Uzi.  The bullets badly scratched the mighty titan’s face. Francis was punching and shooting the rushing Infected somewhere on the right, Zoey had to think fast, if she fired, she’d blow not only the Tank, but Louis and Bill, she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t sacrifice her friends.

Zoey saw Francis knock down a row of zombies with a kick. He wasn’t firing his shotgun, meaning he had ran out of ammo. Francis now had to hold down an entire horde with sheer muscle. He grabbed a long tongue in the air and pulled it, punching the flying Smoker that followed hard in the face.  Zoey could see he was enjoying himself despiste their current situation.

“Despise how much I like this, I’d still prefer to die like my father did. Drunk and surrounded by women, not puked on and mauled by crazy dead people!” He let out. 

“ZOEY SHOOT THE GAS, SHOOT  THE-“  Louis yelled again before getting smashed again. Bill was still pumping rounds into the Tank’s skull.  Angered, the beast threw Bill against a wall. The sound of cracking bone echoed on Zoey’s ears.

“DO IT ZOEY” yelled Bill, standing and running towards the Tank. There was something  wrong with his head. Too much blood… so  much blood. Bill grappled the Tank once again, this time he was simply trying to hold the thing near the huge propane tank, he had lost his gun.

A single tear dropped from Zoey’s eye. Everything went silent, everything seemed slower. She squeezed the trigger, once, twice, she didn’t knew.

 The explosion transformed night into day.  The flash blinded Zoey, the force knocked her to the floor.  Her head hit something hard and she bit her tongue,  a taste of cooper filled her mouth.  She laid there silent, she couldn’t hear anything, she felt cold. Was she dead ? She hoped she was, peace at last, no more infected, no more death.  But then something pulled her, a hand, a strong hand.

“Are you okay ?”

Said a voice. It was Francis, she opened her eyes. Francis stood there, his vest was gone,  blood dripped from his chin. Zoey looked up to his face, most of it was unrecognizable, a mix of blood and pounded meat, and his left eye was missing.

“Hunter got to me, couldn’t finish the fucker in time to get away from the other freaks. Bastards kicked my ass.”  He said, Zoey couldn’t tell if he was smilling. The left half of his face was mostly gone.

She tried to open her mouth, but it was filled with dust.  Words wouldn’t come out.
“-ouis an- ill ?” she managed to mumble.

“Gone. The propane, they… I’m sorry baby.” Francis said.

Zoey dropped to her knees,  tears falling from her eyes. It was her fault, she had killed Louis and  Bill, they died because she was too stupid,  too eager to call for evac. She had attracted the horde, she had lured the Tank… now they were dead, and she had pulled the trigger.

“Zoey, don’t. It wasn’t your fault, don’t even think about it, you had nothing to do wi-“

The ground shook.

This wasn’t a good sign. They both knew what this meant, this wasn’t supposed to happen, no it wasn’t, this was bad, very very bad. Francis stood up, he ran towards his gun, came back and grabbed Zoey by the wrist.

“COME! RELOAD!” yelled the biker, slapping shells into the shotgun.

A massive arm appeared from the exploded edge of the building, and then another one.  It was climbing up. With one sudden jerk of both arms, the Tank hauled himself up.  Zoey felt his gaze, filled with hatred and anger. It screamed. They opened fire.

The Tank was on top of both of them in seconds, both of his arms raised above his head, coming down to crush them. Francis shoved Zoey away and jumped sideway. The blow hit the concete, Zoey was already on her feet and opening with her M4 on the giant’s side. Francis jumped into view from somewhere, something flaming in his hand.

“MOLOTOV”

Liquid fire swallowed the Tank. It swung it’s arms into the air, blinded, trying to tear anything it could reach. Francis rolled as he landed, he dived under the Tank and emptied his shotgun. The giant roared.  Zoey’s M4  jammed, she  looked at Francis, desperately trying to unjam the round. The Tank spun 180° degrees, his gazed fixed on her. She aimed for his eyes and squeezed the trigger. “Click click click” still jammed.  The Tank charged towards her, she fell backwards, hands covering her eyes, this was it, the end.

“NO!” she heard Francis yell.

The Tank roared loud.She felt the beast almost upon her, ready to tear the life out of her.  Finally, peace. She would soon join Louis and Bill. Francis would follow them eventually, she knew. Zoey made her peace with God and prayed that Francis survived, or at least, had a painless death, unlike hers.

“YAAAEEEEEEEAAAAARRRGHHH” Francis yelled with all the air left in his lungs.

He sprinted behind the Tank, he sprinted with all his strength. He wasn’t going to survive this, he knew, he could fell his life going way with every drop of his blood, he knew his injuries  weren’t flesh wounds.

 “Save the girl, do something right once in your life you scumbag” he thought to himself.

Francis dived with all his might. He tackled the Tank, stopped it in its tracks. It roared, swung and punched.  An enormous elbow hit Francis in the face, he heard something snap in his own neck.  Francis yelled, he grabbed the Tanks waist, and in an impressive feat of muscle, lifted the thing in the air. He knew what to do know. He’d finish the job, finish what the explosion was supposed to do. The Tank roared, Francis pushed with his legs and leaned back. He closed his eyes. Silence. He felt himself falling. Falling to his end. Falling over the edge of the building. He opened his eyes, and the last thing he saw was Zoey’s eyes. She’d survive. Francis smiled, he did the right thing. The tank roared and both fell into the darkness of the night.

2 weeks later.

Zoey got up from her makeshift bed. A few hours had passed since she passed out in the safe house. She looked around. Food, water and ammo, lots of it. On top of a shelf nearby, some boxes of painkillers she had scavenged.  She knew what they were for, once she gathered some courage, she would put an end to it, swallowing  all the pills she could. A painless death, like the one her friends deserved. There was no point in fighting now. They were dead, there was nobody left. She was a carrier, she deserved to die.  Days before she had accepted her own decision,  deciding to make her life as comfortable as possible until she could end it. She had holled up in a drug store. All the windows had been sealed, all the door baricated. It was a safe room, a fort, someone had  created and she was luckly to had found it.

Zoey got up and wandered around the store for some hours, butt naked. It was the only way to pass time. She couldnt tell if it was day or night, since the windows had been so tightly sealed they didn’t allow view to the outside. She could still hear the infected outside, screaming, wandering, and crying.  Even inside this private bunker he still carried a double barrel shotgun, slung across her back, despite the fact that she didn’t bothered to wear clothes anymore.  She took them off  the night her friends died,  their blood had stained it and she could bear to see it.  It was more torelable to look at herself naked in the stores windows than in those clothes. Her breasts were medium sized and pointed, she had no hair in her pubic area.

Zoey felt something  touch the sole of her feet.  A shiny object lying on the floor.  A key.  She bent over to collect it. She wondered where it belonged to, and why she never noticed it before.  Then she remembered. There was a metal door in the far end of the store,  bolted shut. Zoey believed it led to an office or safe, but she couldn’t open it, the door had been padlocked and she didn’t had a key… until now.

Zoey leapt over the counter and rushed to the back of the store, past the place were she slept. There it was, a thick steel door, without windows or knobs, just a heavy padlock and bolts locking It into place. She tried the key into the padlock, it fitted, she turned the key and unlocked it. The heavy lock fell with a tud.  Zoey pulled the heavy door slightly and peeked inside. It was dark, but it seemed like an office room. She grabbed a heavy duty flashlight and completely opened the door. It was an office, she could tell, but she couldn’t see the rest of the room, maybe there was a sofa to sleep , or even books to read, something to help her be more comfortable. Zoey stepped into the darkness, illuminating the opposite wall with the light, looking for a light switch.  There was a faint red glow coming from a corner, but Zoey couldn’t tell what it was, until she pointed her light at it.

White hair, white skin, hands covering a face, red eyes looking at her through the fingers. An angry cry. A Witch.

Zoey spun around, panicking. She tried to pull the shotgun, but in her hurry she let it slip from her hands. No time. She had to get to the door, she had to bolt it and lock the witch inside. She heard a scream, it was close to her, too close. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back, hard. She fell down, and got up, the Witch was standing between her and the door. The Witch gave one step towards her. Zoey tried to run backwards,  towards her shotgun, but she triped on the flashlight. Zoey hit the wall and the lights turned on. She had found the light switch.

 A white hand hit her in the face before she could even think.  Zoey fell flat against the floor,  her chest down, legs spreaded.  She closed her eyes, the witch would mutilate her. “Francis, Bill, Louis… I’m coming.” But nothing happened.

Zoey turned after some minutes. The Witch was there, standing over her, looking her in the eye. It was a young woman, with a pretty face. There were tones of blond to her white hair, a faint blue in the dead eyes.  It was naked, like most Witches.  Her breasts were round and firm, bigger than Zoey’s, and her pale-pink nipples pointed upward. She was petite, tiny, she had freckles in her face and looked frail. She must have been a women in her mid twenties, Zoey though.

The Witch squatted  and looked at Zoey. It didn’t looked angry, it didn’t look scary. She looked sad. The Witch extended her hand and touched Zoey’s breast, as if curious. She touched it and squeezed them, played with her nipples until they got hard and pointed. Zoey’s face got red, there was a monster playing with her boobs.  The Witch smiled. This almost knocked the breath out of Zoey.  A perverted Witch.

Zoey stood immobile, afraid of what it was going to do if she moved. The Witch moved her hands downwards, exploring Zoey’s body.  Her hands were cold, but soft. It was almost pleasing. The hand kept going down, until it reached Zoey’s  naked,  hairless pussy. Without warning the Witch sticked her cold finger inside her. Zoey gasped.  What the hell was it doing ? The Witch moved her finger inside a few times, it seemed to be having fun doing that.  Zoey looked up to her face, it was smilling, and surprinsigly, the Witch looked right back at Zoey. It grinned. The Witch pulled her finger, and leaned towards Zoey.  She was cold, but extremely soft. Zoey could smell her breath, her face was getting closer to hers, almost as if it was trying to... Zoey couldn’t believe it… their lips touched, cold, dead lips against her own. It was kissing her. A tongue touched her lower lip, a warm tongue, as if asking permission to ender. The kiss felt good for some reason, and Zoey couldn’t dare to shake the Witch off.  She allowed the tongue to go into her mouth.

In a few seconds her own tongue was pressing and moving against the other tongue, sucking it, licking it. Zoey gave into the temptation, and kissed theWitch back, her mouth was warm, her lips were soft. Zoey felt  two cold fingers inside her vagina once more, she didn’t fight it. The Witch pressed on her clit, stuck more fingers inside and moved her around.  Their breast pressed against one another,  a solitary finger probed her butthole. The Witch licked around her lips, and sucked her tongue.  Her fingers were fast, it made her pussy fell good. Zoey moaned. She felt hot liquid pour out from her pussy. The Witch grinned more. She spreaded Zoeys legs and got down on her private parts. A tongue licked her clit, a mouth sucked her pussy. The tongue casually licked her anus and the inside of her vagina. Two fingers were inserted in her butthole and her clit was licked harder. Zoey couldn’t hold her second orgasm.

The Witched looked into Zoey’s eyes smilling. It was adorable.

Zoey sat up.

“You don’t wanna to hurt me ?”

The Witch tilted her head.

“Can you understand me ?”

It nodded.

“That was uhm… very good, I think. Uhm… thank you… for the kiss and uhm… you know.”

The witch smiled and leaned towards her face.  It kissed Zoey once more, licking around her neck and lips when it was done.

“You like doing that don’t you ? It’s feels good… I think. Uhm… what now ?”

The Witch grinned and stood up, she spun around, her ass facing Zoey and bent over, spreading her legs and smilling to Zoey.

“Oh, you uh… want me to… ?”

The witch nodded, she placed her white hand on her vagina, and spreaded her labia with the fingers. Zoey stood on all fours and crawled towards the Witch. Zoey looked at the pussy. It was wet, it was pink. It seemed normal to her. Zoey kissed the small clit and started sucking it. She used her tongue, stimulating the clit while liking around the pink orifice.  She licked and licked, occasionally sticking her tongue inside it. The Witch tasted normal. Zoey used one hand to play with her own pussy, while gently trying to probe the Witch’s anus. When she managed to stick a finger inside the tight orifice,  she heard the Witch moan and her body stiffen. The creature could cum too.  The Witch got up and laid on the floor, Zoey placed herself on top of her.  She sucked the Witch’s breast, while sticking more fingers in its anus. It stiffened again and Zoey felt wetness flow from it’s pussy.

“You like this don’t you ?” Zoey whispered,  moving two fingers inside it’s anus. The Witched grinned.

“Well cuttie, it’s my turn.” Zoey laid on the floor and spreaded her legs wide, holding her ankles. The Witch started working at once. It licked her anus, sucked it, and then started to lick Zoey’s thighs, an the while fingering her asshole.

“More please”. Moaned Zoey.

Two more fingers went inside.

“More, more”

Another finger.

“…please”

The Witch stuck her whole fist inside Zoey.  She lost her breath. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The Witch was grinning. Zoey came in seconds.

“More,  please more, my pussy I-“

The hand was pulled out. Zoey gasped in pain. She tried to fell her asshole with her hand, a tiny wet gaping hole.

“Cuttie wha-“ she tried to say as something hard and cold was jammed inside her vagina. The fist went inside her asshole again. Zoey tried to hold her scream.  She looked up. The Witch was smilling, one fist stuck inside Zoey’s asshole, the other hand was holding a piece of metal… a pipe like thing… barrels… shotgun barrels.

The Witch had stuck her shotgun inside her. Inside her vagina.

“No, please, take it off!” She cried.

The Witch grinned again. The started thursting the shotgun. The metal slamed inside Zoey’s uterus, causing tears to drop from her eyes. The Witch thrusted her fist in and out of Zoey’s asshole, gaping it, stretching it, destroying it.

Zoey cried, the Witch wouldn’t understand, she though it was a game.  She wanted to pleasure Zoey. “Please don’t touch the trigger, please don’t!” she cried to herself

The fist went inside again. The cold metal of the shotgun  rubbed hard against her clit. Zoey couldn’t control it. It felt good, but it also felt painfull.

“Enough please…”

Zoey couldn’t hold the orgasm. It was strong. She squirted all over the witch. It grinned, happy. Zoey kept squirting, the orgasm made her shake, she lost control and closed her legs by reflex. He thights pressed against the Witch’s hand.  It surprised the The Witch, and it squeezed her finger.

BOOOOOOMMMMMM.

A shot echoed through the city, followed by  the sad cry of a Witch.

Writer's note: Only the part of this was written by me (  rooftop battle ).  The second part was written by a friend because I was too busy. He wants to stay anonymous so credits to him. It was posted on 4chan by me a few hours later.  Can't credit the author of the image because I google it and there's like... over 9000 versions of it.