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Chapter Twenty: Scarlett

Scarlett wished for her XK-1 power crossbow as she expelled precious small arms fire into one zombie after the next. She took her unexpected teleportation in stride, mainly due to the utter shit storm she’d been dropped into. The zombies had been thick in the room she’d appeared in. Beating the first wave back with hand-to-hand techniques, the redheaded soldier drew her pistol and promptly dispatched several more. She learned her adversaries’ weakness quick, zeroing in on one rotten face after the next to thin the herd. As she got a better look at her surroundings, she realized she was in a school. Judging by the various set dressings adorning the classroom, she guessed high school.

Scarlett’s habit of always being ready for action kept her from becoming immediate zombie chow. Aside from her sidearm, she also had a combat shotgun strapped to her back. The problem was that she’d not stashed any extra ammunition for either weapon before her unlicensed abduction. Normally, two magazines of 9mm bullets and a fully loaded shotgun was all she needed to get out of the average predicament. Unfortunately, Scarlett was cursed with the ability to count and do basic math, leaving her with the certain realization that she didn’t have enough rounds to even clear the room of undead freaks.

With no other options, Scarlett progressed, shooting her way towards the front of the classroom. When her pistol went dry, she used the gun itself as a projectile, flinging it into one zombie cheerleader’s face and knocking her front teeth out. Scarlett slid the shotgun from her back and held it at the ready, pumping the first of too few shells into place. The spray of the shotgun turned undead heads into soggy mush with ease, but it was far from the most efficient of weapons with such a small capacity for ammo. Ten or so more zombies fell before its might, but the weapon was empty far too quickly for Scarlett’s liking. Only halfway to the exit, she fell back on the only thing she had left: her fists and feet.

Even without weapons, Scarlett was a formidable combatant. Her strikes were smooth and hard, shattering bones to dust and knocking more than a few heads clean from their shoulders. But fighting the undead bastards hand-to-hand was less than ideal. It put Scarlett for too close to the creatures than she enjoyed. The putrid stench of their rotting flesh threatened to make her puke, all the more so when gelatinous chunks of them sprayed over her. But worse than the maelstrom of offending stenches wafting off of them were their ever-reaching hands, pawing for her. Without the intelligence to think of retreating from the woman slaughtering so many of their kind, they simply kept on grabbing for her until eventually their staggering numbers made up for their lack of durability.

Scarlett let out an angry yell as she found herself unable to pull free of the zombie horde. She wrestled against them as they tugged her deeper into their group. With so many bodies pressed so close to her, she didn’t have much leverage to break away. She gained a little hope when the zombies in front of her stumbled to either side, but the extra room was minimal and short lived before the mass of undead flesh pressing in from behind bent her over the teacher’s desk. She grunted and clenched her teeth, attempting to stand again but finding herself promptly shoved back down. Rotten hands held her in place, keeping her pinned as she struggled.

Scarlett was reminded of the disturbing glimpses she’d had of a few of the zombies’ exposed members, throbbing lengths of discolored dead cock bobbing about, as a couple of the things went to work at ripping through the crotch of her yellow and grey bodysuit. Dying on a mission – even an unsanctioned one – was one thing, but she refused to become a helpless sexual object for the perverted monstrosities. Pinned across the desk, at the mercy of thirty or so undead husks, that was very quickly exactly what Scarlett became. Broken fingernails managed to find enough give in her bodysuit to gather up clumps of it and tear through the tough fabric. Scarlett’s choice in undergarments matched her position in the military; full commando. The soft folds of her pussy, covered in a light layer of soft pubic hair that matched her head were revealed to the horny zombies and they quickly devolved into a minor shoving match to see which of them would have the pleasure of plundering her warm hole first.

The sexy combat veteran cried out as the first undead prick slammed its way balls deep into her snatch. She twisted her head to the side, glaring over her shoulder at the offending zombie, promising him a slow, painful demise once she got free. Her glare turned to horror as another of the zombies took a firm hold of her head and forced her to face front again. The bulbous tip of the undead man’s member smacked against her lips. Dropping a hand down to her throat and giving it a firm squeeze was enough to force her to part her lips and allow the rancid prick entry. Fear of potentially choking to death on the dislodged member was enough to keep her from embracing the urge to bit down as hard as she could.

Even undead, the largely teenage population of zombies infesting the schoolroom were packed full of hormones. They ravaged Scarlett’s cunt and mouth with quick pumps, firing sticky loads of jizz into her holes after only a handful of strokes. Cum bubbled from her lips as she coughed and kept on fighting, hating what was happening to her but somewhat hopeful that perhaps the creatures would tire themselves out enough that she could get away. She conserved as much strength as she could, releasing a blubbering groan of disgust as the creatures rolled her onto her back to attack her defenseless holes from a fresh set of angles.

One of the zombies climbed onto the desk and straddled Scarlett’s chest. He worked his fingers into the front of the woman’s turtleneck and ripped downwards, stripping away the front of her bodysuit and freeing her perky breasts. The zombie grabbed hold of the fleshy mounds and shifted forward, sliding his stiff member between them. Scarlett’s distinct tan lines left the majority of her breasts several shades paler than the rest of her. A smattering of freckles adorned the pale skin, tipped with soft pink nipples that the teenage zombie eagerly twisted on. The pre-cum drooling from the tip of his dick allowed him to speed his thrusts through Scarlett’s cleavage.

The cheerleader with the missing teeth shoved Scarlett’s thighs apart and buried her face in the woman’s cum-leaking cunt. Her surprisingly nimble tongue fluttered through Scarlett’s vaginal folds while Wendell – the biggest dweeb in the universe – admired the cheerleader’s perky rear as the bottom of the skirt rose higher. The cheerleader had nearly had her fill of undead cum and unwanted cunt honey when Wendell – emboldened by his lack of life – tugged the blonde pom-pom shaker away and tackled her to the floor. The horny nerd groaned with delight as he shoved his cock into the cheerleader’s greasy slit, unintentionally saving Scarlett from having her womanhood chewed to ribbons.

The next zombie that moved between Scarlett’s legs was a well-endowed former quarterback. In life, he’d taken a cruel form of pleasure from seeing how many girls’ assholes he could wreck with his oversized member. That desire had persisted even in undeath. Yanking Scarlett’s legs into the air and pushing them back towards her torso, he lifted the woman’s firmly toned buttocks from the table. Jamming the head of his thick cock against her unlubricated sphincter drew a muffled groan of protest from the redhead. Undeterred, the quarterback ruthlessly stretched Scarlett’s anus to painful proportions before starting up a punishing rhythm of thrusts.

The anal pounding was the last straw for Scarlett. She abandoned her passive scheme of letting the creatures tire themselves out with her body and renewed her efforts to break free. Blinking tears of pain and shame from her eyes, she used her discomfort to feed her rage. She managed to yank an arm free from one zombie’s grip and twisted it around to the front of the desk. Frantically tugging a drawer open, her hand disappeared inside looking for anything that she could use as a weapon. Her fingers closed around the handle of what she quickly identified as a switchblade – confiscated shortly before the life had been snuffed from the high school. Yanking the knife free and flipping the blade out, Scarlett went to work, slashing and stabbing her way to freedom.

It was hard for Scarlett to feel triumphant as she stood amongst the pile of dead corpses at her feet. The aches of her violated holes leaking steady flows of cum left her feeling exhausted and filthy, but aside from the desperate need for a very hot shower, a few painkillers, and a lifetime of therapy, she was unscathed. With the classroom cleared out, she turned her attention to the hallway beyond, finding it nearly as flood with the walking corpses as the room had been. With renewed resolve brought on by the horrors she’d endured, Scarlett trudged onwards with the blood-crusted switchblade.

Scarlett made far more progress than she had any right to with the little knife, long enough to find a fire axe mounted behind a plate of glass. Since her current situation more than met the qualifications required for breaking the glass, Scarlett didn’t hesitate to do so. She yanked the axe free and continued her undead killing spree. She knew the weight of the axe would tire her out faster than she liked, but its greater effectiveness meant that she wouldn’t have to keep fighting for nearly as long. Or so she hoped. The zombies crowding the halls gradually thinned out, but the aching in her arms was reaching a point that she wouldn’t be able to ignore.

Bringing the axe down into the bald skull of what had once been an assistant principal, Scarlett’s trembling fingers couldn’t maintain a grip on the weapon. As it fell away, lodged within the assistant principal’s cleaved head, she felt a momentary spark of panic as she realized she’d once again been disarmed. The panic faded fast, shifting into shocked relief as she saw that there were no more zombies between her and the murkily lit threshold leading out of the school. Exhausted but seemingly out of danger for the moment, she hurried towards the shattered glass doors. She spotted a pile of fresh bodies littering the ground just outside the school, their heads blown off, and felt her hope rising further. Someone else was alive in whatever hell hole she’d been teleported into. If she could find them, they could work together to figure out what had happened.

Scarlett made it a step and a half outside the school. Her ears didn’t even have a chance to process the loud boom of the Harkonnen as it sent a 30mm shell into the redhead’s face at supersonic speed. Scarlett’s head exploded, spraying scorched chunks of brain and flaps of red hair clinging to torn scalp in across the tops of her shoulders and through the air. The woman stumbled awkwardly forward another step, killed so fast that it took a few moments for the rest of her body to figure out what was going on. A gurgling spray of crimson erupted from the stump of her neck as she collapsed to her knees before flopping forward, just another body amidst the pile of corpses littering the ground.

“How many of these bloody things are there?” Seras Victoria grumbled to herself as she ejected the spent casing and fed a fresh shell into her trusty anti-tank cannon’s chamber.