Fuck Me Like a Zombie

SHE SAID IT SUDDENLY as they watched the herd of zombies shuffle down the street, three stories down, from their apartment window. This was the second lockdown Billy had experienced in his lifetime. During the first lockdown, Viola and Billy tried anal, which Billy thought he would like. Viola refused to use lube on the strap-on, and Billy couldn’t sit down correctly for the rest of the week.

“What do you mean? Fuck you like a zombie?” Billy returned his gaze to the streets below. The zombies’ flesh was a kaleidoscope of rotting blacks, blues, grays and greens. White bone protruded from orifices that were explosions of crusty gore. Some had womb-sized cavities in their stomachs with jerky flesh curling outward from the wounds like broken fingers.

“Do you think they fuck?” Viola asked, cracking open a Diet Coke and taking a loud chug from the can.

“I don’t know,” Billy replied, wiping the condensation from the window. He was breathing with his mouth open, fogging up the glass. “They just seem to walk around and fall apart.”

“Do you think they get hard?”

“I think they just walk and eat. That’s what the news said anyway. They just said stay inside.” Billy felt Viola’s thin fingers wrap around the collar of his shirt and pull him away from the spectacle below. Her false nails dug into his flesh, leaving burning trails down his neck.

“They also said to stay away from the windows. If they see us here, they’re going to want some lunch.”

The curtains fell together as Billy got pulled away. Broken from the spell of the undead parade, he turned to see Viola sliding her panties down her thin legs, pockmarked with stubble. The pink, silky underwear sailed across the room as she kicked them off with her feet. “I already have lunch ready for you.”

She dug her hands into the tangled mess of his hair and forced him toward her crotch. The sour and musty smell of her unwashed vagina filled his nostrils as she jammed his face into her gash. She fell back onto the couch. Billy followed and tried to find purchase on the cushions to balance himself. He quickly pushed empty pizza boxes, food delivery bags, and crushed soda cans aside. The trash pile rattled on the hardwood floor.

She thrust her hips into his head, squishing his nose against her sweaty muff. “I didn’t shower.”

Billy pushed his head up, hands braced on her inner thighs, and took a breath of air as if his face broke the surface of the water. “I can tell.”

“Isn’t that what you told that bitch you were texting? Do you like it dirty?”

A cold wave needled down his back. It felt like someone punched him in the gut, rousing a sense of nausea. “What?”

She tightened her grasp on his greasy mop. “Yeah, I saw your texts. You told her you like it dirty.” She twisted her grip. Billy winced, exhaling into Viola’s pussy. The hot breath wafted back into his face with the acidic smell of stale pussy juice.

“Well, too bad. We’re on lockdown. I’m all you have. Eat me, fucker. Eat me like a zombie.” Billy tried to question her instructions, but her pelvis thrust hard into his face. Instead of letting Billy lick her clit with a fluttering snake tongue, like she said she enjoyed, she jammed her junk right into his nose. She tribbed Billy’s face to a screaming orgasm. When she let Billy’s head go, he fell back onto the coffee table, knocking over a can of diet soda. The dark liquid fizzled and cascaded down the greasy cardboard of a pizza box, bubbling around a congealed scab of cheese.

Billy gratefully sucked in air, trying to fill his lungs as quickly as possible, and scrambled away from his girlfriend. Her feet were in the air and her toes curled. Her pubic hair glistened with her juices and blood.

Blood.

Billy touched his nose and quickly pulled his hand back. Numbness, he hadn’t noticed before, radiated from the center of his face. He felt twin trails of blood running down his face. He gingerly investigated his lips with the tip of his tongue and tasted copper mixed with the sweetly bitter taste of Viola. “We didn’t do anything. I promise.”

Viola let her feet drop to the floor. They landed with the finality of a body being cut down from a noose. “You talked all that shit with her? And you didn’t even fuck her?”

“No,” Billy said. He had regained his composure, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. He nursed his bloody nose with his T-shirt. “I promise it was just talk. I was stressed about everything. I’m sorry, but I never did anything with her.”

“What a fucking loser,” Viola said. She leaned forward, legs open, her glimmering pussy like an unhealed wound. She chuckled, a hollow sound crackling off the walls, family pictures and a wooden sign that said, ‘Eat. Laugh. Love.’ in flowery cursive. “You’re not done eating me.”

Loser. The word clawed hotly at the back of his head.

“What? My nose is bleeding,” Billy said dumbly, a thread of bloody snot hanging from his chin.

“I said, eat me like a fucking zombie. Eat me.” She rose and stomped toward Billy, her bare feet slapping on the floor. Before Billy could lunge away, Viola caught him by the neck of the shirt again and dragged him toward the bedroom. He dug his nails into the floor, but they slid uselessly against the wooden panels.

The door slammed closed. Billy turned to see Viola climbing on the mattress. For the first time, he noticed how bare their walls were. A single picture of her mom was pinned to the wall above their bed. She lay on her back, legs open, knobby knees jutting in the air. “Get up here, dirty boy.”

Billy wiped blood on his shirt. He gently flicked her swollen clitoris back and forth with the tip of his tongue.

“Nope. Eat me. Open your mouth and take a fucking bite out of me.”

“What?”

Viola grabbed his hair again and shoved him into her. A sharp pain bolted into his face as his mashed-up nose was forced back into her pelvic bone.

“I can’t breathe,” he managed to slobber between ragged, painful breaths.

“Then open your mouth wide. You fucking sissy boy.”

The insult jabbed into him like a hot spike. Anger welled up in his throat like acid. A thin burst of vomit dribbled from the corners of his mouth like mucus.

Billy opened up wide. He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling plaque, thinking about the last time he even brushed his teeth. Who was he supposed to impress? His eyes flickered to Viola’s expression. Her eyes bubbled out of their sockets madly as she watched Billy bite down on her pussy.

Warm copper exploded into his mouth.

Who’s a sissy boy now?

He felt his teeth shred through her soft vaginal flesh. Warm blood pulsed out of the wounds with the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat.

She screamed. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her knees, her thighs trembling from the pain, but she used her hands to pull her legs apart. Worldlessly, she invited him deeper into her.

Blood pulsed and formed an unexpected erection, followed by an explosion of adrenaline rocketing throughout his body, encouraging him to feast more. He clamped his jaw down on her vagina, digging his teeth into her. Dark blood blossomed on the crumpled bed sheets. The sound of rushing blood filled his ears like cotton, and he heard the blood dripping on the floor. He pulled his mouth away, along with the flesh from her crotch. The viscera stretched like pizza cheese, blood dotting the walls, sheets, and the single picture of Viola’s mother, hanging askew.

“Yes! Fucking eat me!”

Billy went back down, his teeth ticking on the bone underneath the gummy gore. Blood plastered his shirt to his chest. He stood up and peeled his shirt and shorts off, his throbbing member standing proudly at attention. He hopped back on the bed, spearing his dick directly in the center of her ruined sex.

Warmth enveloped his dick. He’d never felt her this wet. He slid in and out, smacking against her moist flesh. Blood misted from the point of impact. A growl erupted from Viola’s throat, laced with a scream, accompanying a laugh. Her head lolled back into the pillow, her brown hair cascading like flowing blood.

“Yeah, fuck me like a zombie,” she said again before digging her nails into the back of his neck. Her head sprang up to his chest and she took a bite. The ring of pain burned into his chest as her teeth scraped against his muscle. The pain fueled his erection, despite the sudden burst of blood trailing down his sweating chest.

He fucked her harder. He still couldn’t imagine the slow, shuffling things in the streets below them fucking like this, but he figured they would if they could.

Viola snapped her head back. The flesh ripped with the sound of fabric, tendons from within the muscles popping like rubber bands. Crimson baptized her face as she munched on his pectoral muscle.

He came, the orgasm shuddering up his spine and causing the muscles in the back of his legs to seize. He pressed himself into her shredded vagina. Dopamine exploded in the reptilian part of his brain, wanting her to submit. “You fucking bitch,” he screamed, tears slicing through the sweat on his cheeks. He kept thrusting, his erection pulsing. “I’m a fucking man.”

I think.

He pumped several more times before realizing Viola had succumbed to blood loss. Her hands slipped from her knees and flopped onto the blood-soaked mattress.

***

She woke up about half an hour after she died and slammed an open hand against the locked bathroom door. The news said it would take at least an hour. Billy pressed a towel against the wound on his chest. The blood quickly soaked the fabric. Something else scratched at the front door. A crescendo of hungry growls rumbled through the small apartment. Too small. Too small for a lockdown.

Billy sat on the toilet and removed his hand from the towel gummed to the wound. He listened to Viola grind her nails down the door. Her growls were muffled. He heard her teeth gouge chunks out of the wood. The bathroom window presented a three-story drop to the street, but he couldn’t get himself to do it.

What a fucking loser.