slack and it collapsed on top of her, which in the heat of the moment she had forgotten would happen. She could see that the other zombie had recovered from her strike and was closing in fast. Gretchen gave a shout of effort and dead pressed the corpse then twisted her body to one side and threw it off of her, then scrambled backwards as the zombie lurched at her. The young woman slid under the flailing arms of the creature and gripped its throat with her left hand, the soft grey flesh giving way slightly as her fingers closed around its windpipe. Gretchen drove her brass-knuckled fist over and over into the space where the creature's nose met forehead until the bone gave way and she felt her fist sink into the rotting brains within.
As the corpse hit the pavement Gretchen wiped away some of the gore that had splattered across her face looked at her surroundings. Fitz had reached her and was dispatching a fourth zombie that had appeared to join the fray, and she could see two more shambling up the street. Ronnie stepped on the gas and collided with the creatures, sending both sprawling to the pavement. Fitz took off at a run towards the fallen creatures while Gretchen recovered her blood-slick baseball bat and rushed to catch up. Fitz killed the two zombies as they tried to rise, taking out the first one as it struggled to its feet, then dropping the other with a well-placed strike to the back of its head. Gretchen ran forward, not stopping as she disintegrated the dome of another zombie that had come at them from a nearby alley.
Ronnie honked the horn twice in rapid succession, the signal for Fitz and Gretchen to make good on their kills before too many zombies closed in around them. They had done this many times, and the gang operated with a fluid efficiency when it came to looting the corpses. They quickly checked for wallets, purses, and jewelry. The ten corpses took them only a few moments to check as the killers sprinted from body to body while Ronnie turned the car around, backing onto the front yard of a nearby house to expedite the turn. The driver had turned down the radio, and as he rolled back to the corner where the killers had disembarked he could see several more zombies already gathering in his rearview mirror. Gretchen and Fitz leapt back into the car and Ronnie gunned the engine, hitting the gas to speed away from the scene. Gretchen looked back to see even more zombies emerging from houses and alley ways to converge on their previous location, the handful of creatures blossoming into over a dozen as the convertible made its escape.
Gretchen turned around and leaned back in her seat as Ronnie swerved to avoid a cluster of zombies that had come up behind them, then swerved again to run over a solitary zombie, eliciting a rousing cheer from Fitz and Gretchen as the creature's body went flying out of sight behind them. Ronnie took several more turns as they moved further away from the zombie convergence as Fitz sifted through their loot. Gretchen lit a cigarette and leaned back in her seat, letting the music fill her mind as the combined nicotine and adrenaline rush hit her system. Her left hand found its way to her tight stomach, and then moved down into her skirt as Ronnie kept driving. She let herself sink into the seat and the gentle vibrations of the purring engine as she worked her womanhood, her fingers expertly massaging her pierced clit as they slid in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. She caught Ronnie looking at her through the rearview mirror, and it elevated the intensity of her masturbation as he alternated between watching her and watching the road. The wind whipped against her face, drying the blood and tossing her hair as the car hit a straightaway and Ronnie stepped on the gas. Gretchen's steady breathing turned into gasps of pleasure as she neared orgasm, and Fitz turned around in his seat to stare lecherously at her before picking up her bat and standing up in his