The Worst Thing.

She threw the lock in the air and yanked the chain down hard into the skull of a Zombie. Being a woman before the flesh eating virus turned into some sort of Living Dead Apocalypse was bad enough. Now, being a woman is even harder, where if men don’t want to eat your flesh from your bones, they think that because there is no law, no court, no rules that my body is seriously just up for grabs...

She wrapped the chain around the ankles of a large, fat male zombie with one of those undead erections that was oozing with a vile puss and yanked him down. What a nasty man, she gasped. Then pulled her knife and fell upon his head and slammed the hilt against his eye socket. Pulling another arm reaching for her and dropping her lanyard-ed knife to the floor, she took to her feet, wrapped the chain around the reacher's head and pulled it right off.

Gasping for air. Out in front of a department store window. Her now scraggly hair, blood and dust covered body, daisy-dukes and wife beater, looked almost as if it were being wore by a zombie. In the store window though, she could see her luscious round curves of her breasts and ass cheeks rippling with muscles. The New Orleans green mist was a-lit in the ancient light system that still shone in the quarter in mankind's darkest hour. She supposed she was looking really sexy these days with no fast food, no bread and no meat. She kept staring at the dead priapism erection. She had not even seen a phallus, unless she had it being shoved in her face or some guy humping her leg since the dead began to walk.

Her apartment had burned down, then she was rounded up in some evacuation but instead of dying with the rest of the caged, she had walked up to a National Guardsman and instead of grabbing his cock, cut his femoral artery and took his rifle and pistol and shot her way out. Leaving her on the street in New Orleans. She had killed a few men before, they were always trying to rape her. They were all just Apes with penises, they couldn't reason or think, not the way women could, that is.

But the priapism did nothing but rouse the warmth from her midsection, her longing, that desire for a man to take away all her problems. Father wasn't there anymore and money wasn't any good now. It was just her and she would simply have to take it, if that's what she wanted. Just then from behind her a seemingly boarded up door a loud crack and then a creak as the door opened.

A man's voice came from behind it, "You can come inside, if you want. We're survivors too."
Oh, I bet you are, just wondering how you are going to get your nasty prick in this tight hole? Well she didn't say it, out loud at least. Her chest heaved at the proposition. The man is evil, but inside was better than outside and his face, when she seen it wasn't so bad. He was a tall handsome man with dark features. He had both stubble and symmetry to his face and deep hazel eyes that shone from gold to green in the casted light. His arms were long and slender and hers were thick cords with a medium reach.

She could not stop herself. She was drawn into him and as she felt his warmth and smelled him she simply became intoxicated and moved closer to him as he held open the door. What started as her putting her arm into the door to hold it open became a arm encircling him at the waist. What began as her stepping into the door became her stepping into him. She could not break the gaze she was holding. She inhaled deeply and she was intoxicated by his stench. Which would have been foul had it not been compared to the rotting flesh of the Dead people, the overflowing gutters and sewage. To her, this smelled like her first boyfriend, who after school would clean up at a convalescent home. Who paid for her to go roller skating every weekend with all his money... Until he started saving for a bike and then she had to dump him. After all, what good was he, if he didn't show his love. He could have gotten a real job.

She couldn't help herself, she was motivated by her underlying frustration. She touched his back muscles and reached down to his butt and pulled his erection against her Labia. She rubbed against him gently as he was there. He barely moved as she hung there, hips thrusted toward him, hand pulling his butt cheek to the side and other rubbing his back. His arm hadn't left the door. He almost tried to squirm away, but he was already deep within her clutches. Her dirty, sticky, rough, zombie laden skin, dusty clothes and stink breath made him turn colors.

He closed the door and latched it and tried not to puke. She was just grateful, that is what it was, or she was just in shock. His penis was becoming limp with the prospect of the crazy looking stinky woman rubbing God only knows what on his body.

"Now now," he said, "we have to check you for bites and infection." In that sing-songy way that men get when the put on that know it all.

She tried to unbutton his pants and he stepped back and said "Hey!" as her other hand pulled his pistol from his waistband. She pointed the gun at his jaw and shot him. The bullet went through his jaw painfully, hit his skull and veered slightly to the right devastating his right cervical nerve. His body grew limp as he fell to the floor as his manhood stood straight up.

***

They were pouring hot water into a claw foot tub to give their guest a nice warm bath. They had just finished arranging a privacy barrier when they were surprised with the gunshots that took them to the stairs.

Gail shouted in pain as she came down the stairs and saw him laying there lifeless with her just standing there pointing the gun. Gail was a homely looking woman, with broad shoulders and short hair. Next to a fairly feminine looking man, they both looked metrosexual.

"You pricks are coming to fucking RAPE ME!?" Then she fired two shots to their head and they slumped down on top of each other like two mannequins thrown from a display. Her eyes were drawn to his pants which were threatening to burst under the pressure of his tent. A shiver went down her inside and out and an ache penetrated deep inside her. She gravitated towards it and covered his head with a cloth and pulled off her Shorts and got on top of him.

When she was too tired to ride it anymore she rolled off top of him and took his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. She put back on her clothes and pulled the bodies off the stairs and shoved them to the side. She walked up stairs after seeing that the door was electrically locked by keypad and there were no doors or windows out of the first floor. She found the now warmed bath, the stove out of propane and the kettle had cracked. 
She took off her clothes and got in the tub. She thought about his body, lying there on the floor and thought to herself, "That's the best thing about men, the worst thing is they are always trying to rape you."