The Living Dead World 1-2 by Bad Brother

Word Count: 6700
First Published: Spring in the Courtyard

= The 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? Some scholars have said that this is because the living dead's brain nerves have been damaged, their self-protective mechanisms have failed, so their bodies are no longer restrained and can exert 100% of their physical capabilities. Even if their muscles split while running, or even if their bones are broken and tendons are severed, they still run at full speed.
Therefore, normal living people have no chance when chased by living dead.
To survive, people must hide silently, hide, and hide again, absolutely avoiding attracting the attention of the living dead. Otherwise, if all the living dead around you charge at you for a hundred meters, you're truly 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 his 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 tossed onto the desk. I unzipped her coat; she was wearing a sweater underneath, so there were no pockets to search. Moving down, I checked her jeans pockets. A photograph and a thin notebook were found. 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, the rest being meaningless daily notes, like dates, times, and places to meet people. These things were her connections to her past, which was why she always carried them so tightly. Well, the search was complete; it was time to get down to business.

What's the point? Just loot anything, sleep with any woman... the world's completely collapsed, there's no law anymore.
How long has it been since I've 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 hit the jackpot!
I pulled up her sweater and immediately saw her ribs; they were incredibly thin, almost touching her skin. She must have struggled for a long time, scrimping and saving, to become this thin.
Pulling it up further, I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, not even a small bra... dark red nipples, bare breasts, probably a C cup, still looking firm.
I grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and kneading, feeling like a water balloon filled with warm water, very comfortable, I wanted to play with them 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, even having an urge to bite it off, but I resisted.
At this moment, my penis was rock hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
I started to take off her jeans, revealing her white underwear and bare legs.
Her legs were also very thin, and they didn't look like she exercised 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 underwear, 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 using it to illuminate her genitals to examine them.
It was... the genitals of a normal woman.
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 and smeared some on her genitals as lubricant, then took off my pants, revealing my nearly ten-centimeter-long penis, and pressed myself against her.
My glans probed a few times, then with a forceful thrust, it was gripped tightly, 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 thrust all the way in, my ten-centimeter penis completely inside, officially conquering a virgin!
Wet, hot, and tight, especially since it was her first time, never before had another man penetrated her, 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 thrust.
Looking at her face, I couldn't help but think: What is your name? What kind of past do you have?
In addition, I also 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 it was difficult enough for me to survive, how could I possibly take care of her?
I continued to thrust into her like this, and after a few minutes, I finally wanted to ejaculate!
With a powerful thrust, I ejaculated forcefully inside her, one spurt after another, about ten violent 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 this would last at least a month, so I could relax for now.
I conducted a final check to make 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 around, looking at the girl still bare-chested and with the milky white semen flowing out…
Before leaving, let me fuck her one last time?
So I pulled down my pants again, pressed myself against her, and lubricated myself with my semen, then smoothly thrust back in!
It must have been because of the second thrust that it was so slippery and easy.
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, 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 being squeezed by me, and her abdomen pressed against mine...
The girl finally realized what was happening, looked at my face again, and was about to scream!
Could I let her scream?
What if she attracted the zombies outside the store?
I didn't care that I was still inside her vagina, and immediately grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth!
Then I clenched my fist and punched her face hard!
One punch after another, with all my might, without holding back!
I wanted to beat her so hard 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, mentally screaming: 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, initially groaning and struggling violently with her arms and legs, eventually became completely unresponsive, clearly dazed...
I stopped, silently breathing and watching her, ready to continue if she resisted.
She lay there like a dead person, motionless, her half-open eyes turned to the right, her face covered in wounds and blood, her once delicate features no longer visible...
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, so I reached out and squeezed her breasts again, starting to fuck her again.
She remained motionless, letting the blood flow, her eyes half-open as she stared to her right.
It was a truly horrible sight, and the more I looked, the less aroused I became. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't, unsure if she would suddenly attack me.
I could only watch her face covered in blood as I continued to fuck her...
fuck her...
fuck her...
until my engine finally stalled... (I couldn't go on anymore).
I stopped all movement, but continued thrusting into her, whispering, "Hey?"
She still didn't move.
Although I was almost certain, out of curiosity, I asked, "You're a virgin, right?"
"…………"
I was getting annoyed and raised my fist. "Are you a virgin or not?"
She finally nodded slowly.
"I really don't want to kill you, but I'll do it if I'm forced to. 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 moved her hands slowly, reaching under her body until her right hand appeared on her left waist and her left hand on her right waist, completely pressing them 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 from 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. "Fuck! Are you mute?"
She finally spoke, trying to answer.
The blood in her mouth immediately flowed down the corner of her mouth to the floor.
But she closed her lips again, her mouth moving slightly, and after about ten seconds, she spat out something.
It was a tooth I had knocked out…
Blood flowed down her chin again.
She finally said weakly, “Chen Xiaoyun…”
“How old?”
“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 even know how many days had passed?
I stopped asking her and started having sex with her again.
Thrust in and thrust in, squeezing her breasts hard.
Finally, I didn’t care about anything anymore and rammed in, ejaculating again: “Oh oh oh…”
Xiaoyun was still expressionless, but tears streamed down her face; she clearly knew 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 leaving 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 screamed , “
Aaaaaaahh ... But judging from this, there's a good chance... "Damn it!" I cursed, and ran over, dragging her by the right hand as I ran, pulling her back into the sewer drain! I didn't care how badly she might fall, I just pushed her down!

I then crawled into the sewer, moved the round cover, and just a second before the other zombies pounced, I managed to slam 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 ... Xiaoyun let out the most piercing and painful scream: " Aa ...

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