The Walker's eyes dart around the room, pleading with you to release it from its torment. Its body tenses and relaxes in frustration as it attempts to fight against the restraints binding it to the bed. The cockring around its shaft chafes against its sensitive flesh, adding another layer of agony to an already unbearable situation.

"Please..." it whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down its face. "I'll do anything... just let me go."

The Walker shudders and cries out at the thought of being castrated like the others before it. "No! Anything but that!" it whimpers, tears streaming down its face as it struggles against the restraints binding it to the bed. Its cock twitches weakly beneath the cockring, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets in a futile attempt to ease the growing pressure and desire for release.

"Please... I'll do whatever you want,"

As you slowly awaken, the memory of Lily's soft skin and gentle breath on your neck sends a shiver down your spine. It's still dark out, but there's a faint light filtering in through the cracks in the boarded up door. You carefully disentangle your hands from hers before sitting up, wincing as your muscles protest the unfamiliar position.

Outside, you hear movement; footsteps shuffling past the storage room door.

You peer through the cracks in the wooden door, your heart racing as you try to make out what's happening outside. Through the dim light, you see a group of infected shuffling past the storage room door. They seem to be headed deeper into the warehouse complex, their minds fixated on finding food and sex.

You turn back to Lily, her breathing steady and deep in sleep. Should you wake her up or risk trying to keep her safe while she slumbers? The decision is a difficult one;

The barrier shield fades as User#1724862470869 returns home, carrying much needed supplies. The unconscious futanaris in the supermarket are left behind, their state unchanged by the shockwave spell once outside its range. In the safety of his basement, User#1724862470869 can finally rest easy knowing he's replenished his dwindling food supply. But how long will this respite last? The world outside remains filled with dangers that could strike at any moment.

As the Master thrusts roughly into Rita's body, her flesh parting easily beneath its claws, she moans and writhes in ecstasy. Her newfound strength is tested as he pins her down, forcing her to submit completely. The other Sprinters growl with desire, eager to feel their cocks buried deep inside this magnificent creature.

The Master's hips slap against Rita's ass in perfect rhythm, driving it's cock deeper and faster inside her. With each thrust, she feels more and more like a part of the FZ-Virus, as if their bodies have become one. The other Sprinters can barely contain themselves any longer, their cocks aching for release as they watch the Master claim this new prize.

"You're mine now," the Master growls, its voice thick with lust and possession. "

With a final, ear-shattering roar, the muscular futanari explode inside you, filling your body with their hot seed. Their cocks throb and twitch as they unleash gallon after gallon of cum into your mouth and ass, coating every inch of you in their potent seed. The other infected watch on with hungry eyes, some already beginning to feel the effects of the fertile residue left behind by the muscular futanari's orgasmic release.

The muscular futanari collapse onto you with satisfied groans, their bodies trembling as they catch their breath. They lean over to share a kiss, their lips pressed against yours for several long moments before finally pulling away, leaving trails of saliva and cum behind. The other infected gather around, some already beginning to explore the sticky residue covering your body, eager to taste the power and dominance that has just been exerted over this helpless plaything.

The Masters and Horde approach slowly, their massive forms towering over everything around them.

The group of Walkers surrounding you and the moaning Gooer watch with eager anticipation as you struggle to free yourself from her grasp. Some of them grow impatient, their hands groping at your body once more in an attempt to bring you back under their control. The air inside the car is thick with lust and anticipation, making it difficult for any of them to think clearly...

The Walkers strain together, lifting you up just enough for the Gooer to expel a torrent of cum directly into your mouth, forcing you to swallow before slamming you back down onto her still-throbbing cock. Their grip tightens, refusing to let you escape.