Brie woke from a pleasant dream that had already been forgotten, leaving behind only a feeling of having achieved something great. She checked her surroundings; found that nothing had been disturbed, and relaxed. She had been sleeping on the pile of cushions in the corner of the room. Michelle had been with her, but now she could see that her friend was staring out the shutters. She had put her skin back on, and had not noticed that Brie was awake. Brie quietly got up and attempted to sneak up on Michelle, but stealth was hard when you had a noticeable limp. Michelle snapped round, seen Brie, and relaxed.

“Jesus Brie, don’t do that.” Her eyes were red. Brie apologised, coming closer.

“Something wrong?” she asked. Michelle stared. “You know what I mean”.

“I’ve been up a while. Didn’t sleep well. I guess…all this…” Michelle pulled on her loose skin for emphasis. “It’s hard to believe this isn’t some crazy dream".

“Oh, Michelle, I know it’s tough, but we’ve got to be strong now.” Cooed Brie, cupping her friend’s face with her good hand. “We’ll get by, somehow. Me, you and Becky. We’ll find her, promise.” Michelle said nothing, still brooding. Brie kissed her on the cheek, although she knew Michelle could no longer feel it.

“I hope you bring this along with you.” She said, playing with her friends face, pulling it up so that the eye holes were now on Michelle’s forehead and the mouth over her nose. Michelle tried to reply, but it came out muffled. Letting go, Brie laughed as Michelle tried to readjust her face, before giving up and pulling it down, leaving it hanging down past her neck.

“That took ages to get looking good you know. And to answer your question…can I? Like, physically how could I? Just drag it around? Won’t that look a little suspicious?”

“I suppose you’re right. I just carry my skull around, but the two of us doing it might look suspicious. Let me think about it. First I need to take my….” She trailed off as the thought hit her. She didn’t really feel very sore this morning. Huh.

“What is it?” asked Michelle, her red face looking as concerned as it was capable of looking. Brie shook her head.

“It’s…nothing. Take your medicine, then we’ll think about getting out of here.”

As they did so, Brie put that thought to one side and considered the next step with Michelle: Finding Becky. She didn’t want to admit it, but there weren’t many places left to explore that she hadn’t already visited. Where could that elusive redhead be?

“Do you know if she had any other hangouts? Bars, friends, that kind of thing?”

“Hmm...she liked that place down near the museum. Uh, what was it called, 'Malloy's?”

“Malone's?”

“Yeah that’s it. The museum might be a good bet as well. And there's a park...”

“We’ll start with the bar.”

“Before we go, we’re gonna need food. I’ll show you down to the cafeteria, there should be something there. Hopefully it's quiet.”

“Righto.”

“I’ll give you some more medicine for that bag of yours. If you want anything else then now’s a good time.”

“I’ll have a look.” Replied Brie as she scouted the room, bag in hand. She had her drugs, and the combat knife was still there to be used. Just in case, she added a scalpel inside the bag, making sure to wrap it in bandages, and did the same for a small saw as well-she had plans for Becky.

“Ok, think we’re good to go. Shall we?” She said, nodding towards the door.

“One second.” Michelle peeled her skin off herself again, laying it out on the table. Starting at the feet, she started to neatly roll her skin up into a cylinder of flesh, a couple of inches thick. She then presented the roll to Brie.

“Uh, thanks?”

“Now you can stick this in your torso along with your other stuff, right?” Brie checked herself out. It was getting a bit crowded in there, and she wasn’t sure if she could fit the skin in the now-full bag. Trying to shove it in left even more of her entrails pooling out of her wound.

“It’s a torso, not a tardis. Sorry Michelle, but not sure if this is a goer.”

“Well…how about putting it up your…you know…”

“Up my what?”

“Your…vagina?”

“…you’re a lot kinkier than I thought you were.”

“It’s nothing to do with that!” insisted Michelle. “Look, I seen that you’re pretty…loose, you could probably fit this in.”

“Stick it up your ass, Michelle. Literally.”

“If I could, I would. Look stop being such a drama queen and do it, Brie, this is important to me.” The skinless woman pleaded. Brie sighed dramatically.

“Ok fine, the living suitcase is here to help.” She marched over to the table and sat on it, angrily spreading herself wide. Michelle placed one end of the skin-tube at her entrance-Brie’s vagina had been gaped far enough that it fit in pretty easily. She pushed it down as far as she could, until she felt it pressing against something. The tube was only about ¾ inside. Brie groaned.
“Just push it through some more.” With some force, the tube entered Brie’s womb. Michelle pushed until the tube was well hidden from view. Brie stood up cautiously, but her cervix was keeping the tube from dislodging…mostly.

“Hold on, don’t want to take any chances.” Said Brie, sitting back down. “Push it all the way inside.” Michelle did so, until all of her skin was now inside Brie’s womb. Now the skin was secure, and taking up less room than if she had simply placed it next to her organs. That was good enough.

"So...any chance of fitting my clothes in your-"

"Do not complete that sentence."

"Just asking!"

Before they left, Brie went over the basics of posing as a zombie-move slowly, moan often, and don’t draw attention to yourself. She insisted on seeing Michelle’s zombie walk, and made her practice until it looked right. She suggested taking a hammer to an ankle “just to be sure”, but Michelle managed to convince her that her zombie shuffle was convincing enough. They left the medical building behind them.

It had rained overnight. The sky was grey and the sun dull. Michelle came face to face with the undead for the first time as they traversed the campus, taking care to move around the union building and out of sight of any snipers that may be lying around. It was quiet. Not too quiet, because the sound of death and misery was a constant in this new world, but to those still alive this was as quiet as you could expect it to be. In the moments when she was sure they were not being watched, Brie asked Michelle what it smelt like. “Imagine if everything in your fridge was out of date, and times that by a hundred.” was Michelle’s description.

They soon found what was left of the cafeteria. Zombies freely loitered by the entrance, soaked wet with rain. The windows showed signs of once being boarded up, but whoever had been hiding inside were either long gone or zombified. There were boxes of what looked like tinned goods stacked inside, but with so many of the walking dead around, there was no way they could stealthily extract the goods. There was nothing that looked in any way edible. Not wanting to hang around too much, the two slowly shuffled away empty handed.

“Well that went well.” Muttered Brie as they ducked into an alleyway. “Any ideas?”

“We’ll just have to scavenge as we go. It’s not ideal, but it’s just too crowded to do anything in public.”

Brie was concerned, and frankly ravenous, but what Michelle said was true. They would just have to deal with it, and hope that they got lucky. They continued on, leaving the university behind, and headed down towards Malone’s.

Malone’s was an old Irish bar that Becky, for reasons that completely eluded her two flatmates, seemed to spent at least one night a week at. Perhaps it was because she was a little older, and had older friends who preferred ambiance to atmosphere. Perhaps the drink was just really good. It was hard to say. Becky always did seem to march to her own beat, with her eclectic tastes and eccentric mannerisms. It was hard to predict how she would get on during an event like this, which is probably why she had so far proven hard to find. Brie flatly refused to consider that Becky wasn’t just really good at hiding.

The bar looked in fine mettle compared to the rest of the buildings in the town. The windows were boarded up, the door was secure, no obvious breaches in security. Heading round to the back where there were, for a change, no undead eyes on them, Brie knocked on the backdoor.

“Hello?” she asked. There was sounds of movement inside. Then a voice.

“Eh? That you Becky?” it said. It was a man’s voice. Old, by the sound of it.

“No, we’re friends. Is she not here?”

“Eh?”

“I said we’re friends!”

“Friends? You those uh…Michelle and Bee people she mentioned?”

“Yes!” they replied, although Brie rolled his eyes are his version of her name. The voice behind the door chortled.

“Well blow me! More girls for Ol’ Pat, hehe! Come on in kids!” he said, and the sound of locks being removed could be heard. Michelle intervened, sharing a worried look with Brie. New, sage lodgings would be nice, and food would be better, but if the man seen them they would have a lot of explaining to do, and fast. Especially if he was armed.

“Uh actually, sir, before you let us in…is Becky there? We really need to see her.”

“Need to what?”

“We need to see her! Like, make sure she’s ok?” The old man was apparently a little deaf.

“Aaah, right. I get you.”

“…So, is she there?”

“Becky? She went off to get some supplies, we’re running a tiny bit low you see. There’s a couple shops just near here down by the park.”

“You…you just let her go? Are you insane!” hissed Brie. “Why aren’t you helping?”

“Well, not sure how much help I’d be, on account of being in a wheelchair.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Eh?”

“I said-look, we’re going to go look for Becky, then we’ll come back, OK?”

“You girls take care now, you hear?”

“Better than you”

“Eh?”

“I said thanks. We’ll be back soon”

“Hold on just a second dear, this door’s just about open-“

“No wait, wait!” they pleaded, but it was too late. There was a loud clicking sound, and the door swung open, revealing the oldest looking man they had ever seen, long white beard hiding most of his face. He squinted ahead of him, concentrated, squinted some more, then gasped. Michelle smiled nervously and Brie waved. Ol’ Pat’s ice-blue eyes widened in fear, mouth frozen in a silent scream as he goggled at the gruesome sight before him. His hand flew to his chest as his eyes bulged out of his head. Before Brie and Michelle could do anything, he slumped in his chair and lay still. After a long period of stunned silence, Brie turned her head towards Michelle.

“I really hope Becky didn’t like him.”

Wheeling the chair inside of a cupboard for now, the two scouted out their new base of operations. It was a bit grimy looking, but from past experience, Malone’s was permanently grimy. Apart from that and the lack of any food or drink that wasn’t alcohol, it seemed a pretty good place to hide out in. Not as out of the way as Brie’s last two haunts maybe, but it will do for now. All they had to do was wait for Becky to come back. Michelle asked for her skin back, so that Becky wouldn’t completely freak out when she saw the two of them. It took a bit of teamwork, and it meant that they had to prolapse Brie's vagina yet again, but eventually the roll of skin was extracted. It was a bit damp but Michelle put it on anyway. Brie fixed her pussy, wondering if she was going to break it permanently with all the abuse it was taking, then placed the top of her head back on-she was getting better at balancing it. They waited.

After about 30 minutes, there was the sound of knuckles on wood.

“Pat, open up. Please…” came a voice. It sounded like Becky, but she sounded like she was in pain. Sharing a concerned look, the two naked girls approached the door.

“Becky? It’s me, Brie. Michelle’s here too.”

“Brie? Oh my god…please, open the door. I’m kind of messed up. I think my arm is broken”. There was a pause, then a welp of pain. “Scratch that, it’s definitely broken. Oh…Where’s Pat?”

“Ok, we’re opening the door. Listen, Becky, we’ve uh…went through some…stuff. But we’re gonna help you out, ok? It’s gonna be ok.”

“Sure, whatever, please just open the door before one of those things sees me.” Brie fiddled with the locks until at last the door opened. Becky shouldered her way into the room without even looking at her friends, marching towards the bar. She was wearing denim jeans and a leather jacket over a black t-shirt. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, and her red hair tumbled messily down her back. She was sweating profusely, and seemed out of breath. Her left arm hung limply by her side as she went behind the bar. After some searching, she produced a first aid kit.

“Michelle, thank god you’re hear. I need you to have a look at my-CHRIST” Becky was startled as she finally set eyes on her two friends. “Are you guys naked? Why are you nak-Fuck me, Brie! You’re…holy shit! Fuck!” She winced and clutched her arm.

“Calm down Becky, we’re fine.” Brie said soothingly. “I know about my stomach. It looks worse than it is.”

“Your intestines are hanging out!”

“It’s fine, honest. Look, let’s fix that arm up first, we’ve got painkillers here for you. Wait a sec…” Brie pushed a hand past her bowels and retrieved the bag of drugs from inside her torso. She walked over to Becky and held the painkillers out in front of her. Becky simply looked at her, stunned, until she winced with pain again. Then she took it, got herself a glass of water, and downed it.

“Thanks. Uh, want some?”

“We had some earlier, I’m good thanks.”

“If you say so. At least Michelle looks like she’s OK.” Michelle walked over at the mention of her name, sensing that Becky had started to calm down a bit.

“Hey Becky. I’m glad to see you’re still alive.”

“Nice to see you guys too. Even if you are naked. And gross looking. You must be one hell of a doctor.”

“Let me look at that arm” said Michelle, averting her eyes. She examined it thoroughly from all angles, occasionally touching it and asking if there was any pain as she did so. It wasn’t long before the painkillers began to set in. As Michelle worked, she told them how she had just gotten to Malone’s when she heard the news that the dead were attacking the living. She had immediately converted the place into an effective hideout that sheltered her and Pat from pretty much everything that had happened, figuring that the military would be here within a few days. She hadn’t banked on them taking so long to show up though, and supplies were low. So she had made a dash for food.

“I botched it. Pure and simple. Stood on glass like an idiot, then panicked like an even bigger idiot. Ran up a fire escape to lose most of them, went through an apartment block full of them, then fell off trying to climb back down the other side. I’m amazed I got back here at all, really.” She shook her head. “Always next time, I suppose. Hey, where did you say Pat was, the pervy old bastard? Please tell me a zombie got him at last.”
“Well…Becky, actual-“

“Oh yeah it was terrible, he opened the door and got jumped.” Interrupted Brie, hand over Michelle’s mouth. Becky blinked, then shrugged sadly.

“I feel kinda bad now. Oh well…least I have you guys now.” She perked up immediately, smiling at Michelle. “I’ll be honest, girl, wasn’t sure you’d pull through. You’re a lifesaver. How about a sling for the ol’ arm, eh?” She ruffled the student’s hair affectionately in what would have been a touching moment, had the action not caused Michelle’s face to peel off her skull again.
“OH SHIT-“

“It’s cool, it’s cool! Honest!” said Becky’s friends, as Michelle replaced her face. Becky waved her hands in a show of exasperation.

“OK, can you two tell me what the fuck is going on then? Are you zombies?”

“We’re not zombies. I’ll explain.” Brie explained her actions to Becky, leaving out the kinkier stuff. Michelle filled in when appropriate, reassuring her that she was not only fine with what had happened, but that they had survived explicitly because of Brie’s cunning plan. Becky shook her head in disbelief.

“Wow, man. I mean…wooooow. That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard.”

“It worked.”

“Sometimes dumb plans work. They’re still dumb. Ho-lee shit.” She laughed suddenly. “Funny thing is, I always thought of myself as the wild one. I’m kind of disappointed I’ve just been hiding in a bar eating peanuts now. You guys are fucking crazy.” Everyone laughed now. Becky was starting to take things in her stride. She insisted on seeing Brie’s brain, and was obliged. She took the skullcap off Brie and held it in her hands, grinning manically.

“Finally. The toilet doesn’t flush anymore, this will do nicely.”

“Ewww.”

“Woah woah, neither of you two get to say “eww” ever again, ok? That was a family friendly joke compared to you two.”

“A point well made” conceded Michelle. Becky put the skull piece down and turned her attention to Michelle.

“So, your skin comes off in one piece?”

“That’s right. Want to see?”

“Well…kinda, yeah.” Smiling, Michelle reached behind herself and pulled her skin off, draping it over the bar. She let Becky examine her. Strangely she felt less naked with her skin off. Her breasts were now just lumps of fat, rather than looking like tits, and her pussy was mostly gone. Becky respectfully kept her hands away from her sensitive parts as she felt the muscles of Michelle’s body, and the smooth bone of her skull.

“Any chance of us seeing that brain of yours? I bet yours is bigger.”

“No thanks, I think this is plenty.”

“Just throwing ideas out. Oh shit, I just had an amazing idea.” Becky took her jacket off, revealing that the sleeves of her shirt had been torn off, started to put Michelle’s skin over her own clothes. "Hey, was this out in the rain or something? It's all wet."

“Uh actually that's-Hey, careful not to rip anything!” said Michelle, as her leg-skin bulged over rough denim. Brie had to help her with the arms, given that her left was still mostly useless. Eventually, Becky fit underneath the skin-suit, smiling out from under Michelle’s face, arms outstretched as if she had just finished a particularly impressive magic trick.

“Ta-dah!”

“I thought of it first” laughed Brie, watching as the Michelle/Becky hybrid ran her hand down her side. “I think you’re stretching it out a bit though.”

“Oh it’s fine.” Said Becky. She bent over and mooned the two girls before spreading Michelle’s pussy wide with her good hand, revealing the blue of her pants. Brie blushed as her skinned friend gasped in outrage before running over to the Becky, clawing her hand away. Laughing, Becky did the same with the asshole, stretching it obscenely wide before letting go, the hole not quite snapping back into place. Brie had to admit that the site was pushing her buttons a little, and she squirmed on her stool.

“Not funny, Becky.”

“I dunno, seemed pretty funny to me.” Laughed Becky, before taking the skin off, sweat dripping from her newly-exposed face. “Here you go” she said, handing the skin-suit back to Michelle, who snatched it away and draped it over a stool before sitting on it. “Any other tricks you guys wanna share?”

“Just surgery.”

“Oh. Oooooh…h-hey now.” Becky shifted her eyes between her two friends, knowing what was coming. Michelle smiled evilly.

“We can’t stay here forever. You tried to go outside and you broke your arm. Almost died. You want to take that risk again? Or do you want to join the winning team?”

“You mean…become a zombie?”

“Uh, no. I meant like, let us fix you up”. Brie stood up, leaving a wet smear on her stool that remained unseen, as Becky looked into a face of steely determination.

"I'm good at it. Real good. I won't hurt you, and I won't harm you. Then we'll be safe from those freaks. I just need you to trust me."Becky was silent for a while, before nodding.

“Fuck it, we’re gonna die anyway. Let’s do this shit.”