Diruktober Day 5: Zombie

 Diruktober is a DIR EN GREY themed inktober challenge by re_be_ka_f. I chose to use them as writing prompts to join in on the fun. 

Even at the end of the world, it helped to get off.

You’d be surprised at how quickly a virus spreads, especially when you throw in buzz words like “zombie”.

Everyone thought it would be like in the movies, or maybe like rabies, incurable and relentless. They weren’t wrong. Like so many other diseases, you started to rot from the inside before you even knew you had it.

Rex and Shea had been quarantined together. It wasn’t much different from the rest of their three-year relationship. He went to work at the grocery and she went to work at the fuel station. They came home to curl up together and decompress after showering off the stench of rotting people waiting to snap and die at any time.

They say it’s immoral to kill someone even if they do have the zombie virus. Instead, everyone’s expected never to let their guard down. 

No matter what the stance, everyone was on edge about it. Shea and Rex were no exception. 

Having set a “no news” rule after dinner for sanity seemed so moot. It’s funny, the parts you get desensitized to.

Instead, it was some reality show that blared as background noise as Shea pawed at him with intent. 

She ran her fingers down the front of his body with only the light of the television illuminating them. He wasn’t as responsive as usual, only sliding his hands down to touch her when she shifted to sink between his legs and bat her lashes in the most alluring face she could muster. 

She beckoned silently by coaxing him from his jeans in the form of unclasping them and laying a long flat lick against the front of his underwear. He may not have been as responsive as usual but his cock certainly was, rousing and swelling as she continued to sneak fingers under his clothes. 

she paused only to rip her own shirt over her head so that she could press her breasts together in desperation for more of his attention. 

She couldn’t blame him for not being all-in, writing it off to the stress and continuing to work on him despite it. He must have needed a release more than she knew.

She freed him from his boxers, parting her warm and plush lips in order to sink down onto his growing erection. She knew she was doing well when he finally groaned and placed a guiding hand on her head. 

She braced herself when she felt his thighs and stomach tighten and flex after some time. Working hard to keep her own pace, she was finally rewarded not with the almost pleasantly familiar taste of his orgasm but with a thick goo that tasted like the smell of the bottom of a dumpster.

She retched and coughed it back into his lap, black and putrid.

Every follicle pointed in shock, it was then when he use the same hand now tangled in her hair to bring her face up to his. She had only realize what had happened when his teeth sank into her lip, pulling and stretching. It was far beyond a passionate bite, a fact made obvious when he pulled until her skin gave way and permanently revealed her bottom teeth. Shrieking and trying to pull away was fruitless as he went in for a bite to her cheek, the exposed front of him still covered in his own sperm and rot, her spit and blood. 

Yes, you never knew when someone was going to snap and die at any time, meeting their demise before the light of “no news”.