It was a dark night in the city of Mercy, just outside of the Pennsylvania Appalachian mountains. A cold night, the kerosene heater was low on fuel. Francis said to only use it as necessary. He deemed necessary as under 32* Farenheit; the thermometer read 40*.

The dim glow of Mercy Hospital was fading. Funny thing is, the lights were due to be changed... 2 weeks ago, the same day as the first infection.

"No, please... don't... stop. Don't stop." Zoey muttered, in her sleep.

Bill was asleep, he was a very heavy sleeper. His time in 'Nam took a toll on him, a snapping twig wouldn't wake him up anymore like it used to. "You God damn zipperhead, I'll kill you for what you did to Ling... Fucking Gooks, I'll kill you all," Bill said in his sleep. Even in death, Bill would probably never really be at rest.

Francis was also sleeping, but not without his Kimber 1911 strapped to his side. He never trusted the safehouse doors. Better safe than sorry... Wise words. Words nobody would ever forget, later on...

Louis was half awake. The pills really kept him up, but he was stronger than that... he didn't need sleep. Overhearing Zoey's sleeptalk, he went over to her to see what was wrong.

"Zoey?" Louis asked.

"That's good... keep going." Zoey said.

"I uh, are you okay?" Louis was a bit confused, but decided he might "relieve some stress" over Zoey. He brought his right hand to her thigh, slowly and cautiously, while thinking up excuses in case she woke up. Louis felt her fleshy bottom, and his God-shlong slowly grew in his pants. He couldn't control himself, and brought his left hand to her breasts.

"Louis what the FUCK?!" Zoey whispered, as she woke up.

"Zoey I'm so sorry, it was the peels!" Louis said, upset and ashamed with himself.

"You know, you can't just go right for the chest. Start slow! You need to work your way up, big boy..." Zoey said, reaching into his pants. "I've been pretty lonely Louis, even with you 3 guys... not one of you was brave enough to make a move on me. It's about time, a girl gets lonely ya know..."

Zoey brought her mouth up to Louis's meat, and began to go up and down on it. Louis was hard as a diamond in just a fraction of a second, and Zoey knew she was doing something right. It usually took her professor about 10 seconds or so.

Louis knew she wanted to move on, and he slowly unbuttoned her pants and brought down her panties. They were a little stained, but it was acceptable. Afterall, clothing was in short supply.

"Oh Louis yes, please go on!" Zoey exclaimed, careful not to wake up the other survivors, or alert any zombies outside. The presense of the living dead... Talk about a mood killer.

Louis brought his index and middle finger up to Zoey's vagina, and began to pleasure her. He knew she wasn't satisfied. He knew what had to be done, and brought his mouth to her anus.

"Go Louis! Do it!" Zoey moaned.

Louis began to insert his large, throbbing member into her hot vagina. Pulsing together in a fusion of man and woman, sweat and blood.

"ZOEY! YES! I FUCKIN LOVE IT!" Louis yelped.

"Don't stop Louis! Take me all the way!"

Louis pulled his wang out, and forced it into Zoey's poopchute, a pleasure she hadn't felt in forever.

"Oh don't stop Louis, I just love your meaty cock. I feel so... so dirty!"

Louis started moving, faster and faster. "ZOEY I CAN'T STOP! IT'S PULLING ME IN... I'M... I'M C-C-C-COMING... I'M COMING BUCKETS... BUCKETS OF FRIED CHICKEN. OH CHICKEN STRIP YOU SO CRAZY."

"Louis what the fuck did you just say?" Zoey exclaimed.

"I'M SORRY... I JUST... CAN'T STOP THESE PILLS. THEY MAKE ME SAY THE STUPIDEST SHIT." Louis yelled, as he sprayed his seed in her, and all over her.

"That was the best night of my life," Zoey said. "Thanks for showing me a good time. I hope that we can do it again tomorrow night."

Zoey and Louis put their clothes back on, and moved away from each other, back to their respective areas of the safehouse, careful not to let Francis or Bill on as to what happened.

Zoey looked at Louis, and with a wink, wished him a good night's sleep.

The end.