shelter and engage all the sound proof windows while she slept during the day.
"What I wouldn't give for a few hours of quiet — " She lifted her head and sniffed.
"Human? How’s this possible?” She sniffed again. Yup, something alive. This was a scent she hadn't smelled in five long years. It almost brought her to her knees.
She rushed on, pushing back the swaying bodies lining the highway and ran down to the river. Old broken down cruise ships and yachts swayed gently on the water as she passed them by.
Lifting her head, she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. Her stomach let out a loud growl and her fangs lengthed. Fresh meat!
She opened her eyes and stared out on the murky water. It was dark across the way where upscale condominiums and townhouses once lined the New Jersey skyline. Less than five-hundred feet in front of her was a new boat, a dinghy, where the strong smell of human drifted her way.
She needed to get on that boat and fast!
***
The sounds of a motor broke through the muffled scraping and symphony of tireless groans as Ginny sped toward the boat.
"Human…all mine," she whispered and turned the steering wheel. The wind whipped over her face and slapped her T-shirt back against her body. She lowered the speed as she reached the sad looking boat and shut off the motor. With her gun cocked and loaded, she grabbed the rope ladder and threw it over the side of the vessel. She waited to see if something would attack her. She would shoot to kill if she had to and make do with gorging herself on the dead body so not to waste any of the precious substance.
A few minutes went by. Nothing. Ginny wrapped the strap of her gun around her shoulder and climbed the ladder. When she got to the edge, she glanced around. The deck was clear. She inhaled and located the smell again. It came from down below.
She climbed into the belly of the dinghy. Stepping inside, she moved forward and trembled, wiping away drool sliding down her chin. The half opened door let out a creak as she pushed against it.
A female dressed in blue jeans and a faded T-shirt lay on wrinkles sheets. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.
Ginny's panting increased. Her nipples grew hard and her twat swelled with the knowledge her gnawing hunger would soon be fed. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor.
The woman is the most beautiful piece of female flesh I'd ever seen . Ginny rose to her feet and stood by the side of the bed. The woman had skin like milk, and full, juicy lips she longed to press against her own. There was nothing stopping her from chewing upon them, breaking the skin and drinking deeply as she shared a stolen kiss that would make her climax. Short washed out blonde curls that were meant to brush over a person's flesh or held in a grip while taken from behind spread out on the pillow under the woman's head. Ginny salivated over how big and bountiful this sleeping fairy's breasts were. She grabbed hold of a tit and squeezed.
She straddled the female, pressing her cunt against the woman's thigh. It had been way too long since she'd fucked. She not only wanted this beauty as a food source, but also for a playmate. The days of boredom and feeding off the putrid blood of the undead would soon be over!
She could barely stop from shaking as she bent down to the young woman's neck. She’d drink enough to nourish her and then have her way with the unconscious woman. She wanted to arouse the woman, to awaken and be carried away by the aphrodisiac of sharp fangs imbedded in her cunt.
She rubbed her nose across the woman's throat and stroked her palms over the woman's chest. So warm. So supple…so bitten?
"What the hell?" Ginny sat back and frowned, zoning on her captive's wrist. There was a black and blue mark where the skin had deep teeth marks. She knew this sign all too well. It was a zombie bite.
***
"What the hell should I do?" Ginny whispered, standing on the deck as the early morning
"What I wouldn't give for a few hours of quiet — " She lifted her head and sniffed.
"Human? How’s this possible?” She sniffed again. Yup, something alive. This was a scent she hadn't smelled in five long years. It almost brought her to her knees.
She rushed on, pushing back the swaying bodies lining the highway and ran down to the river. Old broken down cruise ships and yachts swayed gently on the water as she passed them by.
Lifting her head, she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. Her stomach let out a loud growl and her fangs lengthed. Fresh meat!
She opened her eyes and stared out on the murky water. It was dark across the way where upscale condominiums and townhouses once lined the New Jersey skyline. Less than five-hundred feet in front of her was a new boat, a dinghy, where the strong smell of human drifted her way.
She needed to get on that boat and fast!
***
The sounds of a motor broke through the muffled scraping and symphony of tireless groans as Ginny sped toward the boat.
"Human…all mine," she whispered and turned the steering wheel. The wind whipped over her face and slapped her T-shirt back against her body. She lowered the speed as she reached the sad looking boat and shut off the motor. With her gun cocked and loaded, she grabbed the rope ladder and threw it over the side of the vessel. She waited to see if something would attack her. She would shoot to kill if she had to and make do with gorging herself on the dead body so not to waste any of the precious substance.
A few minutes went by. Nothing. Ginny wrapped the strap of her gun around her shoulder and climbed the ladder. When she got to the edge, she glanced around. The deck was clear. She inhaled and located the smell again. It came from down below.
She climbed into the belly of the dinghy. Stepping inside, she moved forward and trembled, wiping away drool sliding down her chin. The half opened door let out a creak as she pushed against it.
A female dressed in blue jeans and a faded T-shirt lay on wrinkles sheets. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.
Ginny's panting increased. Her nipples grew hard and her twat swelled with the knowledge her gnawing hunger would soon be fed. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor.
The woman is the most beautiful piece of female flesh I'd ever seen . Ginny rose to her feet and stood by the side of the bed. The woman had skin like milk, and full, juicy lips she longed to press against her own. There was nothing stopping her from chewing upon them, breaking the skin and drinking deeply as she shared a stolen kiss that would make her climax. Short washed out blonde curls that were meant to brush over a person's flesh or held in a grip while taken from behind spread out on the pillow under the woman's head. Ginny salivated over how big and bountiful this sleeping fairy's breasts were. She grabbed hold of a tit and squeezed.
She straddled the female, pressing her cunt against the woman's thigh. It had been way too long since she'd fucked. She not only wanted this beauty as a food source, but also for a playmate. The days of boredom and feeding off the putrid blood of the undead would soon be over!
She could barely stop from shaking as she bent down to the young woman's neck. She’d drink enough to nourish her and then have her way with the unconscious woman. She wanted to arouse the woman, to awaken and be carried away by the aphrodisiac of sharp fangs imbedded in her cunt.
She rubbed her nose across the woman's throat and stroked her palms over the woman's chest. So warm. So supple…so bitten?
"What the hell?" Ginny sat back and frowned, zoning on her captive's wrist. There was a black and blue mark where the skin had deep teeth marks. She knew this sign all too well. It was a zombie bite.
***
"What the hell should I do?" Ginny whispered, standing on the deck as the early morning
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