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Jack jiggled the locked door in a frenzied panic, trying to force it open as she felt hands grip forcibly onto her shoulders. Undead didn't need to hold someone down like a person, they just needed to get a grip long enough to wound you.
So this was it then? She awaited a bite, a claw, anything to indicate pain, but none seemed to come to her. No, there was definitely something coming to her. She felt the hardness of his member as his hands almost seemed to massage into her shoulders. They began to tug at her overalls, pulling them down to her shaky hands which were still gripping the handle. Her arms still gripping the doorknob, she froze, memories flooding her senses as her mouth hung slightly agape, her body shaking ever so lightly. Tears began to form, her trance only broken by the small groan of the zombie growing restless and his member grinding against the rear of her overalls. At least these things couldn't burn through clothing... Could they? No, she really hoped they couldn't. Jack noted the all too familiar smell emanating from her, sweat and grime aside, and that if she didn't act quickly she might get herself stuck into an even worse situation.
"Sickening... Absolutely disgusting" she growled between clenched teeth.
Shakily she took a deep breath as she moved her hands away from the door allowing the frisky undead to remove the straps of the overalls. Some small part of her had the idea that resisting this would make getting away harder if it forcibly gripped her hands. She wasn't the best actor in the world, but she needed to play along, just a bit. She grimaced as one of her hands wrapped around that thick pulsing member. She had the occasional fun before the... Incident... But no one had compared in size to this particularly well-endowed individual. Jack almost subconsciously stretched her thumb and forefinger to measure him as she tugged slightly, make him think she was getting ready as she secretly grimaced- How would this
thing even fit inside of her!? It was obviously he... No, not a he, it, wanted to get off. She could feel his... Breathing? No that couldn't be, but sure enough that's what it was over her shoulder as he leaned into her, still pulling down her overalls. A hand gripped into her fleshy mounds as the lightest gasp escaped her lips. Jack never was the loud type when it came to these things.
With her plan settled, Alisha swiftly reached for her blade in a motion as if reaching around with her other hand. She had heard about the occasional freak case on the national news, and with her inspiration in mind, she fully planned to take advantage of it and cut off (or at least into) its parts. Her mind kept trying to wander back to those memories so long ago, but she needed to focus.
"Not... This time" she said between heavier breaths. If it figured out what she was doing, there was always the option of kicking off of the door to try and crack his head open on the cement.