“Now or never,” said Janet as she opened the door and they hurried outside.

Clara cast one more look back at her ruined clothes. She was feeling very exposed. She was yanked away, and the newly-braided redhead felt the air on her skin. The sun was starting to set, which put her further on edge.

“I don’t like this…”

“Shhh, we might get spott– ''argh''!”

Janet, who had turned her head to shush her companion, almost ran head-first into a zombie. She jumped back, colliding with Clara and sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Clara scrambled her hands to keep the back of her head from hitting the concrete – bashing her now unprotected brain onto the sidewalk would probably not end well.

Both of them stared at the zombie, a woman in her twenties with a missing jaw and eye, guts protruding, who looked back at the two girls. Neither of them moved.

Then the zombie turned to the side and slowly ambled towards a shopfront, banging her head against it and completely ignoring the couple. Another zombie – a man in a tattered motorcycle outfit with a shattered helmet leaking brain matter – also moaned in their direction but chose to move past them.

“I… they…” Janet spluttered. “Holy shit, we really must be zombies then!”

“Yeah, seems so,” said Clara as she pulled Janet to her feet. “Still, we can’t be sure none of them is going to try to eat us anyway, so we’d best try to keep clear regardless. And since we’re zombies, I guess joining a colony of survivors isn’t an option anymore either. Not that I was looking forward to meeting anyway like this anyway,” she continued, gesturing at her naked body.

“Well, ''I''’d offer you shelter,” Janet said in a sultry voice. “But yeah, probably best we stick to ourselves. But where do we go? We never did get round to discussing it.”

“Hmm, good question,” the redhead said. She casts her eyes about, then shifted her gaze upward at a tall apartment building. “Most zombies are going to be outside at ground level, right? Maybe getting away as far as possible from that would work.”

Janet looked up as well, and started slowly nodding.

“Sounds good to me.”

The two girls started walking the two blocks to the base of the building. As they passed a store front, Janet suddenly stopped. She pulled back her arm and slammed her elbow into the window. The window shattered and a cascade of glass shards rained down. A few zombies on the other side of the street looked up in their direction.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” Clara said in a low voice between her clenched teeth.

Janet reached in and grabbed an axe from the hardware store window display.

“A key for the apartment we’re about to crash.”

“I– Okay, that’s a good point actually, but let’s get the hell out of here before those zombies come and investigate.”

They ran along and reached the entrance to the residential tower’s lobby. The automatic doors slid open, allowing them inside.

“Wow, swanky,” Clara whistled as they looked at the marble covering the walls and floor.

To their surprise, the elevator still worked, so they pushed the button for the top floor. The calming elevator music was a stark contrast to the destruction and chaos outside. With a ding, the elevator doors opened onto a very small hallway that featured only one other door aside from the stairs down.

“Must be the penthouse,” Janet said as she readied the axe. “Always wanted to live in one of those.”

A few good axe swings had the door open in short order, and the girls stepped inside.

“Holy shit,” said Janet. “So this is how the 1% live…”

The penthouse was in immaculate condition, a stark contrast to the chaos on the streets below. Clara wondered where the owner was; maybe they had been at some party at the wrong time. Poor fuckers… well, at least she and Janet had a good place to stay for now. She walked over to a large glass window, looking down at the streets below and seeing the shambling, aimless forms of her ‘fellow’ zombies.

Janet, meanwhile, was happy to collapse onto a large white sofa.

“Heh. You know, this place is to die for.”

“More jokes like that and I’ll push you through that window. Now…”

Clara turned around, her naked form reflected on the window behind her. “Where were we?”

Janet quirked an eyebrow.

“Subtlety never was your strong suit, was it? But yes, I’d be more than happy to pop your cherry. Before we do, though, let’s barricade the front door. We don’t want any repeats of our dorm room, do we?”

The girls looked around for something heavy, settling on a large bookcase.

“Alright, one… two… three,” said Janet.

“Holy crap, this thing weighs a ''ton'',” Clara said, gritting her teeth.

“Well… at least… it’ll keep the zombies out,” Janet groaned.

There was a low scraping noise as the bookcase moved a fraction of an inch. For the next half hour, the apartment was filled with the panting, cursing and grunting of the girls as they very slowly moved the bookcase across the floor.

“Jeez… getting laid… is hard… work,” said Clara, breathing heavily as they finally pushed the bookcase flush against the door.

“No kidding,” Janet said, sitting down on the floor with her back against the bookcase. “This might be the hardest I’ve ever worked to fuck a girl. I’m gonna need a minute.”

“Good call.” Clara sank down next to Janet.

The two girls were sweating like pigs, their hair plastered to their foreheads.

Janet crinkled her nose, then took a sniff.

“Ugh, I smell disgusting. How do you feel about shower sex? I bet this place has a great one.”

“Sounds good. Just… five more minutes?”

Janet nodded.

Once the two had gotten their breath back, Janet got up and pulled Clara to her feet.

“Come on, let’s get you deflowered.”

She took another sniff.

“And washed.”

“Hey!”

Clara followed her friend in search of the bathroom, her pout quickly fading away as the anticipation for her first time took over. Like everything else in the penthouse, the shower was almost insultingly extravagant, easily large enough to fit both of the girls in.

“Get a load of Richie Rich. Call this a shower?” said Janet, stepping into the large, curtained-off area.

“Shower sex is meant to be claustrophobic and confusing, damnit! Oh well.”

Clara stepped inside as well, anticipation growing as Janet turned the water on. The redhead reveled in the feeling of water washing away the day’s sweat and dirt. Then she frowned.

“Hey, is the heating on?” she asked, looking down. It had been set all the way to maximum heat, but she barely felt it, tugging har arm away from the water and looking at the slightly red skin with curiosity.

“Oh, sorry,” said Janet, adjusting the temperature. “There, now you… well, won’t feel a difference, but at least you won’t turn bright red afterwards.”

The two of them enjoyed having an actual shower for a few minutes. Clara wondered if it would be smart to try shampooing her hair, given what had happened to Janet’s pony tail. She went back and forth a few times, but finally decided that not smelling like a locker room would be worth the risk. She picked up a fancy bottle with yellow liquid labeled ‘''Acqua di Parma''’. She’d never heard of the brand, but it looked expensive. After unscrewing the bottle cap, she held the bottle under her nose. She smelled oranges, jasmine, and some other scents she couldn’t quite identify. It smelled lovely, though. She poured a decent-sized dollop onto her hand, lathered up and started rubbing it into her hair. When her head was covered in foam, she covered her neatly trimmed bush as well. A few small clumps of hair stuck to her hands, but nothing too serious. Perhaps everything would be fine. As she rinsed off her hands, she was startled by a hand on her side. The hand turned her around before gliding upwards along her skin and cupping her breast. The brunette stepped closer and looked Clara in the eyes, seeking permission.

“Ready?’

Clara grinned, breathless with excitement. She went to lay down, but Janet stopped her, holding her up with her one hand.

“No, no. Hmmm. Normally I would pin you against the wall with one arm, but…” she waved her stump. “Work with me, okay?”

With that, Janet launched into a passionate kiss, darting forward and planting a tongue inside her long-time friend’s mouth as she pressed her wet, naked body forward. Clara took a step backwards, and then let out a muffled gasp as she felt that one arm snake over her breasts, groping them both one after the other, pinching her hard nipples. When her hand started to move downwards, Clara took another step back, letting herself be dominated by this one-armed girl she had technically died with? She was still getting what was left of her head around that as she backed closer and closer to the shower wall.

Her back and butt bumped up against the dark grey tiles. Janet pressed forward, leaving Clara with nowhere to go as their slick bodies slid across each other, their mouths only parting long enough to take a quick gulp of oxygen when their lungs started to protest. Janet’s one hand was pulling double duty as it roamed across the redhead’s body; caressing her back, squeezing in between their breasts to pinch a nipple, grabbing her ass… Clara’s heart skipped a beat when she felt the hand slide between her cheeks and going down between her legs. She felt something brush against her labia before the slender digit curled into her pussy. A needy whine forced its way up her throat.

“Fu… fuck me,” she said in a quiet voice, before plunging her tongue right back into Janet’s mouth.

Janet continued her assault, her fingers jabbing at and into her lover’s entrance, her middle and ring fingers soon joining the index digit. Clara was obviously tighter than Janet was, but the brunette had picked up a thing or two about getting her women all stretched out. She broke the kiss for a moment.

“Let’s see what you’re made of, then,” she purred at the panting Clara. “Figuratively, for now.”

“What do you mean for no-''aaaah''!”

Janet quickly crouched down and attached her lips firmly to Clara’s clit, and in the same movement speared her three digits inside that tight cunt of hers. Clara moaned loudly, throwing her head back and accidentally squishing her brain a little in the process.

“Ah, that felt Wednesday!”

‘''Not this again…''’ thought Janet as she continued to clamp her mouth over that magic nub.

Between her own fingers kneading her tits like pizza dough, Janet’s pistoning in and out of her pussy, and her lips and tongue playing her clit like a fiddle, Clara didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think I’m gonna cum… yes… yes… Oh goooooooooddddd!”

Janet, who had covered Clara’s opening with her mouth, felt a squirt of cum spray onto her tongue. She waited for her friend to stop spasming. She could feel small tremors running through the girl’s legs.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked with a smile, giving Clara’s sex a long lick from her perineum all the way up to her clit, stopping just before the cloud of shampoo covering her venus mound.

“Ooooohhh fuuuuuccckkk,” Clara stammered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Janet got to her feet and the two girls shared a long, languid kiss.

“There’s more where that came from. But first, let’s get you cleaned up.”

She pulled Clara back under the stream of water.

“You take the top, I’ll take the bottom,” she said, sliding her hand down between their bodies, down to Clara’s crotch.

The redhead could only nod as she closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair to rinse out the shampoo. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so good. There was something off, though… With her mind still hazy from her first orgasm that she hadn’t caused herself, it took her a while to work it out, but suddenly she know what it was she felt: her head was a lot more slippery than usual…

Clara brought her hands down. There was a lot more hair in her palms than she would have liked to see. Her hands flew to her head again.

“Janet, holy shit, look!”

“Whargle?” said Janet, who had been rinsing her mouth with the shower water. She looked up. Clara’s red hair was now falling out at a rapid pace, with clear bald spots all over her scalp.

“Oh shit! What were you using as shampoo?!”

“I don’t think the shampoo is the issue here. We’re zombies, they tend not to have great hair. Turn the shower off a sec!” said a panicking Clara, rinsing off what was left of the shampoo. This was having more of an affect on her than aything else so far. She liked her hair. And it was something that made her look normal in a world that was now anything but. By the time the shower had been turned off, all of that auburn hair was on the shower floor., leaving Clara’s dome shining in the bathroom light. Janet handed her a towel.

“Clean off, cueball.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“Clara, dear, don’t take this wrong way when I tell you to cry me a fucking river,” said the brunette, again wiggling her one remaining arm. This made Clara count her blessings at least.

“Oh, sorry… hah, I guess I can live with just being kinda bald. Hey, wait… what about my braid?!”

She reached behind her head, but instead of a braid all she could feel was skin.

“Looks like the carpet matches the drapes,” Janet pointed out. “Or, erm, the hardwood floor, I guess.”

Clara looked down. Her sex was now completely bare, as if she had just had a full brazilian. She rushed over to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. The only hair remaining on her body were her eyebrows; everything else was smooth as silk. She rubbed a hand over the top of her head, still not quite believing it was all gone. Wait… she felt a bump. Maybe there were a few strands left? No, it didn’t feel like hair; it felt… squishy. Her hand froze when she realized what she was feeling. The tips of her fingers had slipped into the cut in the back of her head. She was touching her brain. She quickly retracted her hand. On the verge of tears, she felt Janet walk up behind her. her friend hooked an arm around her midsection, drawing slow circles on her stomach.

“Hey, it’s okay. You still look beautiful to me.”

“Really?” Clara sniffed.

“Yeah. Why don’t we get some sleep? It’s been a hell of a day, and I think we can both use some rest.”

Clara nodded meekly. The girls quickly toweled off, careful not to get too close to the cut in Clara’s head or the ragged stump on Janet’s shoulder, and walked out into the hallway. After a few doors they found the bedroom, and they each crawled into one side of the absurdly large bed. Neither was happy with the distance between them, though, so they quickly shuffled over until they lay in a tight embrace, foreheads pressed together. Janet pressed a quick kiss to Clara’s lips.

“Sleep tight. I promise everything will be better tomorrow,” she said.

“Sweet dreams,” Clara said, stifling a yawn.

The two girls drifted off in less than two minutes.