World of the Dead 1-2

Author: Bad Brother Word Count: 6700 First Published: Spring in the Courtyard
= World of the Living Dead 01 =
That day, the entire world became a world overrun by living dead.
No one knew where it all started; all they knew was that in just a few weeks, the entire Earth had been completely overrun.
The reason for the rapid collapse was that these weren't slow-moving living dead, but living dead that could run a 100-meter dash, even faster than normal people.
Why could they run faster than normal people? A scholar once said that this was because the living dead's brain nerves had been damaged, their self-protection mechanisms had failed, so their bodies were no longer restrained and could exert 100% of their physical capabilities. Even if their muscles split while running, or even if their bones were broken, they would still run at full speed.
Therefore, normal living people had no chance when chased by living dead.
To survive, people had to hide silently, hide, and hide again, absolutely avoiding attracting the attention of the living dead. Otherwise, if all the living dead around you charged at you for a hundred meters, it would truly be a miracle. My name is Xiaolin, and
I live alone in a city teeming with zombies. This is my story…
…
… Lulin City is a satellite city of Da Gao City, nestled on the mountainside. A satellite city means that many people live in Lulin City but commute to nearby Da Gao City for work or other activities. You could say Lulin City is a residential city, mainly consisting of apartment buildings, while Da Gao City is an industrial and commercial area. I quietly moved through the sewers in a corner of Lulin City, listening to the occasional footsteps and groans of zombies coming from the street above, trying my best to remain silent. I chose to move through the sewers mainly because, surprisingly, there were no zombies there. Why weren't there any zombies? I think the main reason is that most people wouldn't know to use the sewers, and being unfamiliar with the sewer system, not knowing where it leads or if it's a dead end, they naturally wouldn't dare to venture in easily, preventing the zombies from joining them. This situation was advantageous to me. I say this mainly because my job after entering the workforce was cleaning sewers… Now, I've finally arrived at my destination. Before me is an old staircase leading to a round cover at the top. I slowly climb up, gently push open the cover, and peer through the gap to observe my surroundings. In the T-shaped fire lane, a few scraps of paper flutter in the wind, and there are trash cans along the walls. Aside from that, there's no sign of any zombies, which is a good sign. Looking around again, I spotted a green iron gate, the back door of a building—that's my destination. I officially climbed into the alley, bending low, and quickly walked along the wall towards the door. Standing before it, I looked left and right again, took out a locksmith's tool from my backpack, and began to pick the lock. Of course, I tried my best to make no noise. After about ten minutes, I finally unlocked the door. I gently pulled open the iron gate, revealing another wooden door inside. In my experience, this inner door usually wouldn't be locked. I reached out and gently turned the handle, and sure enough, it opened… I didn't rush in, but instead pushed it open a crack, carefully peering in and listening intently to confirm the situation. It was the inner warehouse of a convenience store. The dimly lit interior was filled with shelves piled high with goods waiting to be stocked—the very items I had come for. After confirming everything was safe, I slipped inside, closed the inner door, and began searching. But just as I was about to start looting… I noticed dozens of empty food packaging boxes in a dark corner, clearly a garbage dump. My intuition told me I wasn't alone. I immediately crouched down, pulled out a crowbar from my backpack, and looked for places where someone might be hiding. This inner warehouse was all metal shelves; there couldn't be anywhere to hide, so it must be somewhere else. I silently approached the wooden door leading into the store, pressing my ears lightly against it to listen inside. Although very faint, it was clear someone was moving about. There was even a slight cough. I listened for a moment, confirming that there was only one person, so I picked up an empty cardboard box, silently stood behind the door, gently pulled open the door, and crouched down to lie in ambush. The person inside, seeing the wooden door open, exclaimed, "Huh?" Then, the person cautiously walked over, stood in front of the door, and looked into the warehouse. However, he clearly hadn't expected someone to break in through the back door, and now he was hiding behind the door, so he didn't look in my direction, only checking whether everything on the dark iron shelves was arranged normally. He must have been thinking: everything looks normal, except the door wasn't closed properly and opened accidentally? He reached out and closed the door again. Just as the door was about to close, I threw the empty box in my hand against the wall in the distance, making a clear thud. He pushed the door open again, peeked out, and, as I had hoped, finally went into the warehouse to investigate. I really hadn't expected there to be someone lying in ambush behind the door, so this person had their back completely to me. I immediately pounced on him and smacked him hard on the back of the head… … … … The back door warehouse, mini office, and small toilet, the storefront open to the public—that was the internal structure of the convenience store. I made sure no one else was there, only the person I'd knocked unconscious. I immediately dragged him from the dark warehouse into the brighter mini office. On the desk, a small oil lamp was lit, next to a book and several boxes of snacks, probably items from the store he used to pass the time. On the floor next to the desk, several pieces of clothing were laid out like a mattress; he must have been sleeping and living there. I pulled him onto the pile of clothes, then turned on the oil lamp to look at his face. Sure enough, it was a girl… probably a high school student, around 16-18 years old. She had long hair, looked pretty, and had the air of a senior from the arts club—quite a beauty. I didn't know her name. What had happened before? Why was she hiding here? All I knew was that I had completely knocked her unconscious; she had a mild concussion and wouldn't wake up anytime soon. I started searching her, checking her coat pockets. A bag of candy and a can opener were found, which I tossed onto the desk. I unzipped her coat; she was wearing a sweater underneath, so there were no pockets to search. Moving down, I looked into her jeans pockets and found a photograph and a thin notebook. The photograph was of her with a middle-aged woman, presumably her mother, but I wondered where she was now. Perhaps she was one of the living corpses? The notebook contained only a few names and phone numbers, and the rest were meaningless daily notes, like dates, times, and places to meet people. These things were her connection to her past, which was why she always carried them with her.

Well, the search is over, time to get down to business.
What business? Take whatever we can, have sex with any women we find… the world has completely collapsed, there are no laws anymore.
How long has it been since I last slept with a woman? I can't remember. I just know that judging from her appearance, she might still be a virgin? If so, I've really struck gold!
I pulled up her sweater and immediately saw her ribs, they were so thin, almost touching her skin. She must have struggled to save money in that area for a long time to become this thin?
Pulling it up further, I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, not even a bra… dark red nipples, bare breasts, probably a C cup, still looking firm.
I grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and kneading, it felt like a water balloon filled with warm water, very comfortable, I really wanted to play with it all day.
She still didn't react at all, and it was impossible.
After kneading for a while, I slowly bent down and opened my mouth to take her nipple in.
I sucked, bit, and pulled, I even had an urge to bite the nipple off, but I resisted.
By this time, my penis was rock hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I started to take off her jeans, revealing her white panties and bare legs.
Her legs were also very thin, and they didn't seem to exercise much, probably because she was cooped up here all day, so she didn't have much muscle.
But that wasn't my concern.
After tossing the jeans aside, I continued to take off her white panties, revealing a clump of pubic hair. She wasn't a child after all.
Because I didn't know how she lived or how she took care of her private parts, I didn't dare to lick them immediately or touch them with my bare hands. Instead, I grabbed a piece of clothing from the floor and vigorously wiped her genitals before pushing her legs apart, taking a small oil lamp, and shining it on her genitals to examine them.
It was... a normal woman's genitals.
Gently parting her labia majora and minora, I immediately saw a slightly wet vaginal opening, pink and very beautiful.
Looking closer at the vaginal opening, I saw a hymen with a central opening! I really hit the jackpot!
This might be the first time I've ever been with a virgin?
I immediately spat, smeared some on her genitals as lubricant, then pulled down my pants, revealing my nearly ten-centimeter-long penis, and pressed myself against her.
The head of my penis explored a few times, then with a forceful thrust, it was tightly gripped, and I began to penetrate!
This little virgin had already been deflowered by me, but she still didn't react, stiff as a corpse.
I looked at her face, and penetrated her all the way in one go, my ten-centimeter penis completely submerged, officially conquering a virgin!
Wet, hot, and tight, especially since it was her first time, never having been penetrated by another man before, this feeling was truly intoxicating…
I squeezed her C-cup breasts and began to thrust, fucking her again and again.
She responded to my thrusts, her body moving slightly with each stroke.
Looking at her face, I couldn't help but think: What is your name? What kind of past do you have?
Furthermore, I began to feel a sense of pity, feeling that I should take good care of her, so I reached out and gently stroked her thin face… However, I also knew that I was struggling to survive, how could I possibly take care of her?
I kept thrusting into her, and after a few minutes, I finally felt like ejaculating!
With a hard thrust, I ejaculated hard inside her, one spurt after another, about ten powerful ejaculations, my sperm beginning to swim into her virgin womb!
Oh… no matter how times change, life should be like this… …
…
…
After
finishing with this girl, I felt happy and satisfied. I put my pants back on, letting the semen flow out of her genitals, and began another important task: looting supplies.
I started with food and medicine, stuffing as much as I could into my bag until it was overflowing.
I took almost half of all the food and medicine in the warehouse, completely filling my backpack. It looked like I could eat for at least a month, so I could relax for now.
I conducted a final check, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything of value.
After another check of the warehouse, I entered the office, rummaging through drawers and cabinets, constantly smelling the metallic odor of semen.
I couldn't help but turn my head, looking at the girl still bare-chested and with her genitals exposed, and the milky white semen flowing out...
Before leaving, should I fuck her one last time?
So I pulled down my pants again, pressed myself against her, lubricated myself with my semen, and smoothly thrust in again!
It must have been because of the second time, so it was slippery and smooth.
Of course, I felt a little disgusted, but then I thought, it's my own semen, not another man's, so I endured it.
I squeezed her breasts again, thrusting hard, fully enjoying the pleasure. After all, who knows when I'll have another chance to ride a woman?
But, unexpectedly, she suddenly moaned softly and opened her eyes, looking at me...
our eyes met.
I was so surprised that I didn't dare move anymore, just kept inside her.
She looked at me with a confused expression.
A few seconds later, she slowly raised her head and immediately saw her bare breasts that I was squeezing, and her abdomen pressed against mine...
The girl finally realized what was happening, looked at my face again, and opened her mouth to scream!
Could I let her scream?
What if she brings in the zombies outside the store?
Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina, I grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth!
Then I clenched my fist and slammed it into her face!
I punched her repeatedly with all my might, without holding back!
I punched her relentlessly until she couldn't scream!
Because if I held back and she had a chance to scream and attract the zombies, I would die too!
I punched her nervously, shouting in my mind: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! ...
Of course, each punch made a sound, but it was much quieter than her screams!
The girl went from initially groaning and struggling violently with her arms and legs to becoming completely unresponsive, clearly dazed...
I stopped, breathing silently as I watched her, ready to continue hitting her if she tried to resist again.
She lay there motionless, like a corpse, her half-open eyes turned to the right, her face covered in wounds and blood. Her once delicate features were gone…
I threatened in a low voice, “Don’t make a sound! Or I’ll kill you!”
She didn’t react.
“Did you hear me?”
She finally nodded.
Seeing her like this, I figured she wouldn’t do anything rash. I reached out and squeezed her breast again, resuming my sexual activity.
She remained motionless, letting the blood flow, her half-open eyes staring to the right.
It was truly horrible, and the more I looked, the less aroused I felt. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t, because I didn’t know if she would suddenly attack me.
I could only watch her bloodied face and continue… continue
…
continue…
Until my engine finally stalled… (I couldn't go on anymore).
I stopped all movement, just kept penetrating her, whispering, "Hey?"
She still didn't move.
Although I was pretty sure, out of curiosity, I asked, "You're a virgin, right?"
"…………"
I was getting annoyed, raising my fist: "Are you a virgin or not?"
She finally nodded slowly.
"I really don't want to kill you, but if I'm forced to, I'll still do it. So as long as you behave, nothing will happen, understand?"
She nodded slowly again.
I commanded, "Move your hands, try to press them under your body, and stick them out from the other side."
She didn't react.
I clenched my fist again: "Press your hands down yourself!"
She finally slowly moved her hands, reaching under her body until her right hand appeared on her left waist and her left hand on her right waist, completely pressing down…
Seeing her like this, I felt more at ease and picked up a piece of clothing from the floor next to me to wipe the blood off her face.
After wiping it clean, although there was still obvious redness and swelling on her face, at least it wasn't so disgusting.
I squeezed her breasts again and continued to fuck her.
"What's your name?"
"…………"
I had to stop. "Damn! Are you mute?"
She finally spoke, trying to answer.
Blood immediately flowed from the corner of her mouth to the floor.
But she closed her lips again, her mouth moving for about ten seconds before spitting something out.
It was a tooth I had knocked out…
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth again.
She finally said weakly, "Chen Xiaoyun…"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen…"
I knew this question was stupid, but I couldn't help asking, "How long have you been here alone?"
She was silent for a moment: "…I don't know…"
She must have been locked up here for so long that she didn't know how many days had passed?
I stopped asking her and started having sex with her again.
Thrusting in again and again, squeezing her breasts hard.
Finally, I didn't care about anything anymore and rammed in hard, ejaculating again: "Oh oh oh…"
Xiaoyun was still expressionless, but tears streamed down her face, clearly knowing that I was ejaculating inside her again and again.
After ejaculating, I paused for a few seconds to catch my breath before withdrawing from her vagina. While keeping an eye on her, I picked up another clean piece of clothing from the floor and used it to wipe my greasy penis.
After putting my pants back on, I left her behind, quickly left the office, returned to the warehouse, put on my backpack full of things, and focused solely on getting out of this place.
I took the crowbar and gently opened the back door leading to the fire lane, peering outside to confirm there were no zombies.
Then I looked back to make sure she hadn't taken the opportunity to attack me, and immediately saw Xiaoyun, still naked from the waist down, semen dripping down her inner thighs, weakly leaning against the office door, looking at me with a nosebleed.
I warned her, "You should thank me for not killing you! If you dare to do anything reckless, I'll definitely come back to kill you! You hear me?"
She slowly nodded.
I stopped looking at her and was about to step into the fire lane.
Xiaoyun spoke: "Take me away..."
I froze, turning back to look at her.
She continued, "Take me away..."
I couldn't help but ask, "Huh?"
Was she stunned by my words, or what?
She'd just been raped and beaten half to death by me, and now she wanted to come with me?
She weakly said, "Leaving me alone... I'll die..."
I was resolute: "What does that have to do with me?"
"Please... take me with you... even if you want me to be your slave..."
I said one word: "Get out!"
"Please... I really don't want to... be alone again..."
I didn't want to argue with her anymore. I lowered my head, bent over, and quickly ran into the fire escape alley. I
walked along the wall towards the still-open manhole, glancing back every now and then.
Sure enough, she staggered out after me, leaning against the wall, weakly following behind.
I stopped looking at her and just quickened my pace towards the manhole.
As long as I closed the manhole, she wouldn't be able to catch me.
Just as I was five meters away from the manhole, suddenly there was a loud clatter of aluminum cans behind me!
I quickly turned around and saw Xiaoyun had fallen onto a garbage bag full of empty recycling cans!
She struggled to get up, but this only caused more aluminum cans to clatter!
My blood almost froze!
I quickly turned my head, looking in all three directions of the T-shaped fire lane.
Two or three zombies appeared on the roads outside, all staring at this spot.
Xiaoyun finally stood up, causing the final clanging of aluminum cans!
The zombies, who had already noticed this area, finally confirmed the presence of living people and roared!
A hundred-meter sprint began from all three directions, involving dozens of zombies!
I quickly ran towards the central drain cover!
Knowing the situation, Xiaoyun also chased after me, crying as she ran, "Save me...save me...save me..."
Save her? I could barely save myself!
"Damn it! Go to hell!"
I quickly took off my backpack, stuffed it into the drain hole, and tried my best to make it fall into the sewage below so I could follow her down!
Xiaoyun, her lower body exposed, continued to run and cry, "Save me...save me...save me..."
With great difficulty, I managed to stuff the backpack into the sewer, a heavy thud as it hit the ground! Without
glancing at her, I was about to dive into the sewer … Xiaoyun 's scream : “
Aaaaaaahh ...

I cursed and ran over, dragging her by the right hand as I ran, pulling her back to the sewer opening!
Ignoring the potential damage, I pushed her down!
Then I crawled into the sewer, moved the round cover, and just before the other zombies pounced, I slammed it shut!
Hearing the zombies pounding on the metal cover and screaming, and knowing I'd almost missed my chance, I started to tremble, even terrified…
But the piercing cries from below drew my attention again, temporarily making me forget my fear. Xiaoyun was slumped on her backpack, her right hand covering a bloody wound on her left arm, wailing incessantly : "
Aaaaaaaahh ... Finally, I pulled out a fire axe from my backpack... and chopped it down hard on her left knee! Xiaoyun let out the most piercing scream of pain: " Aa ...

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