Chapter 0 - Puddle of Blood

Saya choked down her sobs as best she could. So far They hadn't thought to check this little closet, but that would quickly change if they heard her. In the distance, she heard screaming. It belonged to a woman - Saeko? It had been going on for a while now. At first it had been triumphant, blood-crazed laughter, then became panicked, and then pained. They went on for a few minutes and then stopped abruptly with a sudden crunch!

        "Help meeee," the voice that had been screaming echoed through the halls, "I can't... my legs..."

         Saya clamped her hands over her ears and slammed her eyes shut. After a few minutes, she reluctantly put her hands back down. The voice was gone. The only sound that was left was shuffling feet and deep moans as They prowled the darkness. Soon that was gone too, and Saya was huddled in silence.

         She didn't recall whose idea it had been to take refuge in this old brick factory for the night. She did know that she'd been against it, but no amount of logic or reasoning would sway the others. Idiots. Didn't they know that an old-fashioned factory like this would be filled with former workers? They had countered that by claiming that they didn't really have a choice; with winter setting in, staying outside overnight was a death sentence. Better to chance whatever was inside than to assuredly die from exposure, they'd said. It didn't seem to occur to them that They would flock here for the same reason.
Had they known what was waiting for them, the students might have instead chosen to freeze to death.

         Things had really gone south when Takashi died. Poor Rei had been overcome with grief and charged the horde with her bayonet. They had devoured her. When They finally cleared, all that was left of the Rei was a dark red puddle, shredded clothes, and some blonde hairs. They hadn't even left a bone.

         It had been almost a full day, but Saya hadn't been able to take even a power nap since then. The one time she did doze off, she dreamed only of a red, screaming puddle, only this one had her own long, pink hairs floating in it. It terrified her. Back before she'd lost her gun, she'd considered blowing her brains out, but the thought of Them finding her corpse had stopped her. Dying scared her, but the thought of being reduced to nothing more than a red smear on the floor filled her with existential dread. It was even worse than the idea of turning into one of Them. The fear ate away with her, reducing her from a headstrong young woman to a quivering wreck huddled in a corner.

         Saya inched toward the closet door and listened. Not a sound. She opened it as quietly as she could and peaked out. Nothing but a seemingly endless brick corridor, deep underneath the factory. One way, the way she'd come from, had an exit - and hundreds of the undead. She went the other way.

         With their leaders dead, the students had scattered. The main floor had been filled to the brim with Them, and everyone had blindly bolted through doors. Many of the students had tried to flee to the upper floors, only to find as many of Them waiting for them upstairs as there were following behind. Saya had reasoned that, as They struggled to descend hills and stairs, going down was a safer bet. It had paid off, mostly - there weren't many down here, but one bite is all it takes. And she hadn't seen Saeko come down here, so evidently there was another way down. And if there had been enough to kill the swordfighter...

         It wasn't long before she came across something of an opening. It was filled with Them - most of them dead and decapitated, but there were still a few idly shuffling about, dressed in business casual attire, their faces grey and slack-jawed. There was a door on one wall, but there wasn't a doorknob on this side. Further down was a silver railing overlooking a drop. Maybe, just maybe, a way out.

         She slowly made her way through the group. Whatever it was that had turned Them, it had made Them blind and stupid. They didn't respond to footsteps, presumably because they couldn't tell the difference between those of the living and those of the dead. She was almost beginning to feel confident.

         One of Them, a former male with jet black hair, suddenly stumbled towards Saya. It would have missed her if it weren't for her massive chest; the man's shoulder brushed against the ample mounds, and it froze and stared at her.

         Saya slowly backed up to the wall, forcing herself to stay silent while the man shambled up to her. It didn't, at least, seem hungry. It pinned her against the brick wall. Its hands ran up her waist, through her long pink hair, then found their way to her breasts and squeezed them through her blue tank top. It grabbed the fabric with both hands, and with tremendous strength ripped the shirt down the middle. Saya's nipples hardened in the cool air. A couple of Them turned toward the source of the sound, but didn't move toward her.

         Saya squeezed her eyes shut as the undead man's strong hands kneaded her fleshy globes. Its strength was inhuman and it hurt like hell, but the girl didn't dare fight back. She bit her lips and pulled her hair as the sensitive flesh was subjected to abuse far beyond what any living man could do. She opened her eyes and almost screamed in horror as much as pain as her tits were squished like sponges in its grip. Purple bruises were appearing where blood vessels ruptured.

         But Saya endured her torture in silence. Maybe it thought she was just a female zombie, and would let her go when it had its fun. But she didn't like her odds of the rest of them being so kind.

         She relaxed a bit as the man released her torture mounds, then immediately tensed up again as something soft and wet touched her nipple. Its tongue, she realized. This time its touch was soft and gentle, and the sensations going through her body were quite different.

         Its tongue ran wet circles around one nipple, then the other. Soon it developed a kind of rhythm, covering one tit in licks and kisses then moving to the other, its hands gently massaging whichever breast was free. Saya's tits had always been very sensitive, and this thing knew what he was doing. Fireworks went off in her bosom, and between her legs. She almost allowed a moan to escape her lips, but choked it down before it could attract the attention of the rest of Them.

         Saya struggled to control the sensations coursing through her body, focusing on holding still and controlling her breathing, hoping the zombie would get bored and stop. Within a few minutes he did, or so she thought. Then she realized he was simply pulling her skirt and panties down. She clamped her hands over her mouth as its tongue prodded her clit.

        She arched her back, fingernails digging into the brick and mouth open as any thought of control abandoned her. The zombie's hands were back on her chest, massaging the mounds expertlywhile its experienced tongue pleasured her pussy. Saya wasn't a virgin, but her previous encounters had been with mere boys who were only interested in themselves, who didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman. This was a man. Stars filled her vision and she began stroking her tits herself, two sets of loving hands caressing the fleshy orbs, bringing her to her inevitable, glorious climax.

        "Oh god yeeeessss - AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Saya moaned as waves of ecstasy ran through her body. Satisfied, she lazily opened her eyes and took note of the many, many hungry faces staring at her. The one between her legs looked smug.

        "Oh no."

         All at once They began lurching at her. Saya kneed the one at her legs in the face and took off to run, tripping over the skirt and panties bunched around her ankles. She hastily pulled the clothing back up and dashed to the railing. She climbed over it, prepared to jump, and looked down.

        There was a narrow stream of still, clear water beneath her, dark tunnels on either end. It was quite a drop, though. Not far enough to kill her, but far enough that if she landed on the concrete walkway at the side she'd be mangled. Still holding onto the railing, she hesitated.

        That moment of hesitation was all it took. They grabbed her arms, trying to pull her back over the railing. They succeeded in getting her upper body over, her naked breasts dangling enticingly in front of them.

        "No!" Saya screamed, "Let go of me!"

        One of Them, an older, grey-haired male, took a bite out of Saya's left tit, taking with it the nipple and most of the muscle beneath. The girl howled in agony, her legs kicking the air behind her as she desperately fought to get away.

        The zombies swarmed her chest, eagerly devouring the swinging sacks of tit meat. The mob took their time, ripping her breasts away until they were nothing more than two gaping holes in her torso, spilling her life's blood onto the floor. Two of them had been chomping their way through her arms, and Saya finally found her freedom when the limbs were finally bitten clean through. With nothing holding her up anymore, she plummeted into the chasm.

         Saya hit the concrete. Or, rather, her lower half did. Everything from the small of her back down lay on the concrete, a mess of shattered bones. Bent at a horrific 90 degree angle, her titless, armless upper dangled over the edge, her head inches from the water. She sobbed weakly in agony. The place where her spine had snapped hurt even worse than her amputated breasts and arms, but mercifully she at least couldn't feel her legs.

         Blood loss was sending her into shock. The pain gradually faded as Saya's world went fuzzy. She began to think of the puddle of blood that had once been Rei. She recalled that bones can last thousands of years in freshwater. She couldn't stop herself from dying, but she could guarantee her body a place on this earth, a more dignified death. Weakly, she began wriggling her torso, inching her way off the ledge into the water.

        She was almost there when something pulled her back up.

        Saya raised her head in shock. "Saeko?" she muttered, confused. Certainly it looked like her friend - the purple hair and matching stockings, the white and green uniform, the heaving bosom. But her face was grey and sightless, something had bitten a chunk out of her shoulder, and her legs were twisted like pretzels.

        Saeko ignored Saya and bit into her left calf. Judging by the state of it she'd been chomping on Saya's legs for quite some time, but with her spine severed she hadn't even noticed. Saya lost the energy to hold her head up, and it plopped down into a puddle of her own blood. She saw more of Them shuffling down the walkway toward her. 

        "No," she mewled, "No. No. No."

         Dozens of Them piled on top of her. Saya was still alive as the flesh was torn off of nearly every inch of her body. She finally died when one of them reached through one of the gaping, bloody wounds that had once been her breasts and crushed her heart.

        Fifteen minutes later They were gone, lurching off to find new prey. They left behind them a red stain on the concrete and some decomposing strands of pink hair. All that remained of what had once, perhaps, been a human.