You were dead.
You remember dying in a car accident, after looking at your GPS too long and colliding with a truck on the way home. You remember bleeding out as you saw the flashing lights in the distance. Too far away to reach you in time. Then...
Nothing.
Not darkness, more like a gap of existence were you knew time passed.
There wasn’t pain.
Or punishment.
Or even redemption.
There wasn’t a light at the end of the tunnel or burning fire.
Just nothing.
It was peaceful. Nice even.
Relaxing.
A calming void after a life of pain and sorrow.
Finally peace at last.
Then you opened your eyes and found your self starring up at the full moon.
You knew you were dead... right?
No way to survive.
Plus your body was ice cold and had a gaping hole were your heart was...
So why did you feel your self breathing?
You sat up heading your bones cracking in a way that was decidedly unhealthy and painful. But you felt none of it.
You were dead...
So why were you awake?
You turned your head and saw the semi that ended you. It looked older. Like days had passed.
No one bothered moving it.
You look down at your hands and saw they were now pale green and rotting from being left in the sun. Blue veins visible cold and dead.
You were dead.... right?
You feel your neck. No pulse. You were dead.
Why would there be, you were dead. Why would a dead body have a pulse?
Why was a dead body checking ITSELF for a
pulse? was a better question.
You were dead...
But why are you looking at the place you died. Why are there so many abandoned cars here? Even the ambulance they left here.
They left you here.
No burial.
Your body was decomposing for days, maybe even weeks, but no one moved your corpse ore the wreck.
Were was everyone? Why weren’t the street lights lit? This was a busy road when you were alive. They wouldn’t close it off due to one accident and leave the corpse for the wolves to eat.
You stumble around tripping and come across your car.
The entire front was crushed, and a road sign was even lodged were you were sitting, just like you remember.
You reach a hand to your chest, expecting to feel a hole,
Only to instead feel something soft and squishy.
Wait WHAT!?
You look down and saw your tattered business suit rapped around two soft green F cup mountains of rotten flesh.
You give them a squeeze and feel a reaction on pleasure through your cold body that makes you moan in a much more feminine voice.
You clasp your hands over your mouth and noticed they to were feminine.
‘No no no...’ You mumble to your self trying to undo your rotten pants.
Once they were off you saw it. It was gone. Your d*ck was gone. Not rotted away. Replaced by a fully functional green dripping wet shaved smooth female pussy.
You run your ice cold fingers along the edge and get a jolt of pleasure that makes you moan.
Unable to resist your jam two ice cold fingers into your hungry vigina and fall to your knees in shear agony from the pleasure letting out an in human shriek of utter ecstasy as the hormones flow through your long dead body.
You wanted to go deeper. To see how much pleasure this body had in store for you. But you shake your head and pull your arm from your undead couch with your other hand. A trail of warm clear fluid connected to your fingers as you cry out...
‘Why am I a Female zombie!!!’ To the sky above...