Her cold, lifeless skin envelops your member like a tomb, trapping it between her cheeks. She makes no sound, offering no resistance as you use her body for your own pleasure.

The zombie woman hangs limply beneath you, making no move to reciprocate as you grind against her cold, unyielding flesh. Her skin feels clammy and gross, like rotting meat. Your hips jerk erratically against her, seeking some kind of stimulation or release despite knowing this is just an empty husk - not really alive anymore...

Her body shudders at the impact of your hand on her ass, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she moans softly and presses back against you, seeking more of the stinging pain that seems to excite her so much. Her tongue darts out to taste the salty skin of your palm as her hips begin to move in time with your slaps, urging you on.

"Harder..."

Her eyes widen at the sudden pressure against her sensitive opening, but she doesn't protest; instead, she gasps and arches her back as you begin to thrust upward into her ass. Her fingers claw at the ground, digging furrows in the dirt as she tries to keep herself steady beneath your weight.

"Fuck..." She moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't... stop..."

Dr. Thorne looks up from her notes, her eyes filled with hope. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Together, we can make this right." She glances at Nalya and Mary, who exchange encouraging smiles before looking back to Jessica and the newly conscious zombie.

Jessica nods gratefully, her own smile brightening. "Thank you," she says to the newly conscious zombie before turning back to Dr. Thorne and Nalya with renewed purpose. "Now, let's find that safe place and get started on our research."

The door flies off its hinges and crashes to the floor as you shoot it precisely in the head. A group of zombies staggers backward, momentarily disoriented by the force of your shot. You quickly roll out of bed and grab your silencer M4A1, motioning for Karen to stay behind you.

Karen nods gratefully and takes the silencer pistol from you, checking to make sure it's loaded before aiming it at the approaching zombies. "On three," she whispers. "One... two... THREE!" She fires a shot at one of the zombies, hitting it square in the chest and sending it sprawling backwards. The other zombies hesitate for only a moment, their attention now on Karen as they begin to lunge towards her.

Her words come out in a moan as she nods eagerly, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. You push your fingers deeper inside her, lubricated by her own juices, and feel her tightness grip you like a vice as you begin to thrust slowly, carefully.

"Yes...," she gasps, arching into you again as you fill her up, the connection between them almost painfully intense. "I need more..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust inside her, the fullness driving her even higher. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving shallow scratches as she clings to you, her body arching off the mattress with each powerful stroke. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, tears welling up in her eyes as she feels herself spiraling towards another climax.

"Flint..." she gasps, her voice raw with need and desire. "I'm close... I can feel it..."