Colin watched the landscape roll by as he headed down the highway.
"Well, that was easy." Colin smugly proclaimed to nobody.
He grabbed the Hotties takeout box and tossed it in the back absentmindedly. From then on, it was smooth sailing... until the van ran out of gas about fifty miles down the road. It was the break of dawn, and the sun would be beating down any minute.
"Oh come on, really?!" the gamer shouted.
He grumbled in frustration as he went to the back.
'Maybe there's some gas back here.' Colin thought as he opened up the back doors.
What Colin got was a face full of DD breasts. He hadn't looked in the back before taking off, not noticing the girls bound up in ropes. He had tossed his infected meal into the back were hunger got the better of them. The virus swelled their curves and weakened their minds.
And now he found himself being tied down by curvaceous bimbos, nipples covered by the rope that bound them and thick lips they licked after pulling his pants down....
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Game Over: Rule 25 of the Zombie/Bimbo apocalypse: ALWAYS CHECK THE BACK OF A VEHICLE BEFORE TAKING OFF IN IT!