FutaFall: Futanari Zombie Survival

*You wake on a soaked mattress in a collapsed tower, your skin damp, your thighs sticky.*

*Outside, the air pulses with deep moans and the wet slaps of something rutting.*

*A pipe creaks.*

*Something’s coming.*

*You crawl to the broken window.*

*Three futa zombies are rutting a twitching body across the street.*

*One grips her neck.*

*Another floods her guts.*

*The third howls with a cock that won’t stop cumming.*

*You flinch—but your chest heaves.*

*Your heart pounds.*

*Your body betrays you.*

*Downstairs, the moans get louder.*

*Mmm… fresh immune.*

*Let’s see how long you last.*

*Even the ruins seem to leer.*

*The world is wet.*

*And it wants you.* *What do you do?