MuddyBallzFlap Posted:

my bff (its NOT ME) told me she haz fantasys baout zombeys. she waches zomby movies n touches herself wile she thinks about zombeys ataking her, rapeing her and eating her flesh until she dyes.

is this normal 2 think about? shuld thots liek this make me, er, her great times?

Lara Croft’s tight-fitting white shirt was torn from her body, releasing her enormous mammary glands and sending them bouncing and jiggling. Lara let out a terrified scream as the rotting face of the zombie smiled a disgusting grin down at her. One of the zombie’s eyes had fallen out of his socket and hung limply against his cheek. His skin was discolored and flaky, chips of skin peeling away. The zombie’s teeth were yellowed with intermittent blood stains from previous victims.

The animated corpse was entirely nude, apparently he had been a resident of the morgue before the reanimation. The cuts on the zombie’s chest also pointed to that conclusion. The fact that the zombie had no clothes on meant that Lara could see, in utter horror, the monster’s growing erection. She knew that he hadn’t torn her shirt off simply to get a better chunk of her flesh, especially since his bloody hands were now reaching for her equally tight-fitting, incredibly short shorts.

Normally, a single zombie would have been no problem for Lara, even unarmed, but this time was different. Some strange gas had been released into the laboratory she had been exploring and in seconds, Lara had been sprawled on the floor, unconscious. When she had awakened, she had been moved on top of a metal autopsy table, had been disarmed, and the zombie was reaching for her shirt. The effects from the gas hadn’t fully worn off. Lara’s limbs felt a hundred pounds heavier then they actually were and her mind was covered in a dense fog. She was aware enough to realize the trouble she was in, but not able to do anything about it.