"No! Greg! My parents might see!" protested Melanie while her boyfriend slipped his hand underneath her black t-shirt to squeeze her breast.

"I don't care," smiled Greg, stopping Melanie's next protest with a hot kiss.

Melanie moaned softly, melting in Greg's arms, her tit soft and warm in the boy's palm.

"You're so hot," murmured Greg, kissing the side of Melanie's neck, his hidden hand rubbing her nipple between two deft fingers.

"You're making me wet," groaned Melanie, reaching underneath her skirt to fondle her moist pussy.

"I hope so," replied Greg, tugging on her breast with his right hand as his left lowered between her bare legs, pressing over her soaked white cotton panties.

Melanie arched her neck, panting heavily while Greg pulled aside the front of her panties to stroke her glistening cunt.

"Ummmm!" gasped Melanie, her thighs shaking as Greg inserted his index finger into her slit, wriggling it around her tight vagina.

Greg kissed Melanie long and passionately, massaging her tongue with his. Melanie didn't complain when Greg pulled up her t-shirt and fastened his mouth on her hard left nipple. Melanie moaned loudly, wriggling on the car seat as Greg shoving two fingers into her pussy, pushing them in and out. Then Greg switched to Melanie's other tit, licking her nipple as she buried her fingers in his short, black hair.

"Hey! What are you two doing?" growled Melanie's father from outside the passenger door.

"Oh, shit!" gasped Greg, jerking away from Melanie.

Melanie's face was burning while she lowered her t-shirt and pushed her skirt back into place.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," stammered Melanie before she climbed out of the musky car.

Melanie's father glared at Greg until the boy screeched away from the curb.

With Greg gone, Melanie's father turned his ire on his wayward daughter. She refused to look at her father, she hurried across the front lawn and through the open front door.

"You're grounded for a week young lady," pronounced Melanie's father as she stopped halfway up the staircase.

"What?! That's not fair!" shouted Melanie.

"That's what you get for acting like a slut with that boy!" glowered Melanie's father.

"I hate you!" screamed Melanie, fleeing up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

*

"I hate handling this shit!" said Jacob, rolling the heavy metal barrel off the truck bed onto the raised lifter pallet.

"You're getting paid good for it," retorted Sam, a cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth as he grasped the top of another barrel and rolled it toward Jacob.

"Who's crazy idea was it to bury this toxic shit in a cemetery anyway?" demanded Jacob, frowning while he took the next barrel from his stout companion.

"The suits, of course. It's cheaper to bury it with the stiffs than to dispose of it legally," chuckled Sam.

"Man! That's fucking wrong!"

"That's life, kid," replied Sam, handing Jacob another barrel.

Jacob wasn't paying attention to how many barrels he loaded on the pallet. When the weight became too much, the wooden pallet shattered, dropping barrels everywhere.

"Fuck!" swore Jacob, hopping onto the truck bed with Sam.

"That's just fucking great!" growled Sam. "We'll be here all night now!"

"I'll get the fucking barrels!" snapped Jacob, jumping off the truck and unenthusiastically pursuing the rolling containers.

"Why do I always get the new ones?" asked Sam to the night sky, climbing much more slowly from the truck bed before joining Jacob on his hunt.

Jacob found a barrel next to a tombstone, the lid knocked open by the impact. Steaming, green ooze poured from the barrel's interior, soaked up greedily by the dry soil.

"Shit!" grimaced Jacob, making sure his safety gloves were securely in place before tilting the barrel up and re-fastening its lid. Jacob rolled the barrel back towards the truck, unaware of the green mist that started rising from the freshly made grave.

Fastening a new pallet to the lifter, Sam helped Jacob to reload the pallet before driving the lifter into a huge mausoleum. Hours passed while the two men transferred the waste from the truck to the marble crypt. Completing their work, Sam and Jacob took a minute to rest within the mausoleum's doorway, gasping sharply for breath.

"What's that?" asked Jacob, his chest heaving, sweat gleaming across his face.

A thick green mist covered the cemetery, moving with malignant purpose.

"Just some fog," shrugged Sam. "It happens in the mornings sometimes."

"I've never seen green, glowing fog before," replied Jacob.

"Must be smog," sighed Sam. "C'mon! I want to collect our pay for the day and go home!"

"Sure," agreed Jacob, still eyeing the churning mist distrustfully.

Walking toward the truck, both men heard scuffling sounds coming from all around them.

"Security guards?" asked Jacob pensively, fear beginning to take hold.

"Aren't any at this cemetery," answered Sam, clammy sweat beading on his large face.

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" exclaimed Jacob, sprinting for the truck.

Sam wheezed after Jacob, clawing in a jeans pocket for the keys.

A long, flesh-tattered arm reached over Sam's right shoulder, entwining his thick neck and jerking him off his feet without a sound.

"Sam! Where the fuck are you?" shouted Jacob, shivering in terror. He locked both cab doors, peering out the windows into the blinding green fog.

"Please! Hurry up!" whimpered Jacob, his lips quivering.

Two skeletal hands shattered the passenger door's glass. Fleshless fingers wrapped around Jacob's neck, snapping it with a swift tug, then pulling the dead body out the broken window.

*

Feeling somewhat better after a hot shower, Melanie fell heavily onto her bed, resting on her stomach while staring at the phone, contemplating if she should call Greg. Several police sirens howled in the distance, Melanie dismissed them casually as she rolled onto her back, placing her left leg over her right knee and letting it dangle while she thought.

Melanie's musings were interrupted by a crashing sound from downstairs. When she didn't hear one of her parents swear or cry out, she became nervous. Sliding off the bed, Melanie snatched a white jersey that she used as a nightshirt. Slipping it over her bare torso, she let it fall just below her panties. She walked to her bedroom door and opened it, still no voices coming from downstairs.

The lights snapped off abruptly, making Melanie squeal with fright. Reaching out with her left palm, Melanie slid her hand across the hallway wall, letting it guide her to the staircase. As she drew closer, she could hear wet smacking sounds, something was feeding near the front door.

Tentatively, Melanie peered around the hallway wall, down at the shattered front door. She gasped loudly when she saw someone hunched over her fallen father, reaching into his open skull to gather a fresh handful of blood-soaked brains.

Then the strange zombie-like creature swiveled his gray, bleeding face toward Melanie, attracted by the sound of her exclamation. He stuffed his mouth with his victim's brains, chewing slowly, blood oozing down his coarse chin. Melanie fell back against the opposite wall, her chest heaving, her heart thudding violently. When the zombie stood up, Melanie ran back to her room, slamming and locking the portal shut. The young woman quickly tore off her jersey and slipped into a white, polka dot skirt and a pink, cashmere sweater. She heard the zombie enter the hallway, his footsteps heavy as he followed the scent of her young body.

Melanie rushed to her bedroom window, pulling it up and looking down at the roof that angled down toward the grassy front yard.

The zombie started pounding on the bedroom door, the wood snapping beneath his strong hands.

Melanie nearly forgot to put on her loafers before climbing over the windowsill and sliding off the roof onto the lawn.

Melanie landed roughly. She staggered up and hobbled across the grass on a sprained left ankle, her zombie pursuer looking out the open window to watch her escape.

*

Melanie hobbled down the sidewalk, the screams of sirens coming from all directions. Sounds of fighting came from a house to Melanie's left. The front window exploded, expelling several struggling bodies. A man stood up, rushing toward Melanie with shocked, hunted eyes.

The zombie who had fallen with him dove forward, snatching the man's ankles. The man howled as he went down, screaming in pain when the zombie tore into his right calf with bloodstained teeth. A woman fought beneath another zombie, shouting madly while the zombie ripped open her shirt and buried his teeth within her shuddering left breast.

Tears of terror fell down Melanie's eyes. She ran away from the horrible scene, the screams of the man and woman filling the young woman's numb mind. The sprained ankle sent spikes of pain up Melanie's leg as she ran, forcing her to stop after a short while to rest.

A familiar black car screeched to a halt next to the curb where Melanie stood.

"Melanie?" groaned a voice from the car's dark interior.

"Greg!" exclaimed Melanie with relief, quickly climbing into the T-Bird.

"Let's get out of here!"

Greg obeyed, slamming down on the accelerator, the T-Bird howling down the street.

"Greg! This is so horrible!" sobbed Melanie harshly, leaning against Greg's strong right arm.

"It's okay, baby," murmured Greg, kissing the top of Melanie's head.

"Where are we going?" asked Melanie, noticing that they were heading out of town.

"Somewhere safe," answered Greg, his head nodding heavily as if he were sleepy or drunk.

"Are you okay?" wondered Melanie, reaching with her right hand to stroke Greg's pale, cool cheek.

"I'm fine," replied Greg, pulling away from Melanie's soft touch.

Greg turned the T-Bird sharply off the main road, taking a dirt track into the countryside. Melanie wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering with shock.

Greg drove through a wide-open iron gate, slowing to a gentle stop and turning off the T- Bird's engine.

"Where are we?" asked Melanie, trying to peer past the heavy, green fog.

"I told you, somewhere safe," said Greg, climbing out of the car.

Melanie climbed out too, the fog wet and cold against her skin.

"Is there anyone else here?" inquired Melanie, moving to Greg's side.

"Uh, huh," smiled Greg, wrapping his right arm around Melanie's slender shoulders.

Greg guided Melanie deeper into the jade mist, shadowy forms moving all around them.

There was a low groan, a sound that made the hairs on the back of Melanie's neck shiver.

"Is someone hurt?" asked Melanie, hugging Greg's torso.

"No, hungry," growled Greg, fully facing Melanie so she could see that the left side of his head had been caved in like a melon.

"NO!" screamed Melanie, pushing away from Greg.

"I want to taste you, honey," grinned Greg, grasping at Melanie's pink sweater.

Melanie stumbled away from Greg's outstretched arms, fleeing into the fog.

Melanie ran forever, her legs throbbed in protest, her swollen ankle flared with agonizing fire. The young woman tripped over a broken tombstone, fell heavily onto her hands and knees.

Two shriveled hands rose from the open grave and captured Melanie's sock-covered ankles. Melanie screamed, trying to tug her feet free. Greg emerged from the mist, unbuckling his stained jeans.

"No, please don't hurt me!" wept Melanie as Greg stood before her.

"Then be a good bitch and suck my cock," snarled Greg, his gray penis dangling in front of Melanie's lovely, young face.

Sniffing back her tears, Melanie opened her mouth and took in Greg's rancid prick. He gathered a handful of her dark blonde hair and rammed his corpse-cold meat between her pink lips, groaning with pleasure. The zombie holding Melanie's ankles appeared from the grave, reaching forward to stroke the girl's smooth, supple legs.

Melanie moaned when the zombie caressed up her thighs and underneath her white, polka- dot skirt. She felt sticky hands snap her panties apart, then fondle her small buttocks. Fresh, hot tears poured down Melanie's face while she sucked on Greg's thick cock, drool escaping down the corners of her sensual mouth.

"Suck it! Suck it, bitch!" groaned Greg, thrusting into Melanie's mouth over and over.

Melanie obeyed, sucking deeply on her undead boyfriend's member, caressing the underside with her moist tongue.

The zombie near Melanie's feet leaned over the edge of the grave, placing his rotting head underneath the girl's skirt, licking her tender pussy with a bloated, black tongue. Melanie groaned, closing her eyes as she felt the zombie suck on her labia, his drool splashing across her firm upper thighs. The zombie pried Melanie's buttocks apart with his gaunt hands. He buried his cracked lips inside the girl's pussy, sucking deeply within her vagina. Melanie's legs quivered with weakness while the zombie slurped inside her cunt, her juices sliding off his tattered chin. The zombie's clammy palms roved over Melanie's ass, squeezing her taut buttocks.

Melanie sucked intently on Greg's cock-head, her tongue collecting the drops of his milky white pre-cum. She rubbed her lips down the length of Greg's pole, sucking wantonly on each of his dangling, dark gray balls. Melanie enfolded Greg's cock with her mouth, slowly slid across every throbbing vein until she reached the tip again, where she nibbled on the engorged head with her teeth gently.

Greg knelt before Melanie, positioning her on her back upon the cold cemetery ground. The zombie standing in the open grave snatched Melanie's wrists, held her down while Greg tore open her pink sweater, exposing her full, pendulous breasts. Greg impaled Melanie's pussy with his stiffened shaft, slapping his cold crotch against the girl's with animal-like ferocity. Melanie groaned from each violent thrust, the stench of the zombie's decomposing body filling her nose while he grasped her tits and crushed them in a powerful grip. Greg kissed Melanie in a cruel parody of the kiss they had shared mere hours ago. Greg forced his gray tongue down Melanie's submissive throat, sucking on her quivering, wet lips. Greg held Melanie's legs open as he fucked her, his cock filling her cunt, rubbing the walls of her vagina on its way down into her helpless belly. Melanie moaned sharply, her tits aching in the zombie's groping embrace, her pussy dripping with honey while her former boyfriend stabbed into her again and again without let up.

"Please," gasped Melanie as Greg licked her right cheek and the zombie licked her smooth left shoulder.

"Huuuungggry," groaned the rotting zombie, his fingers releasing Melanie's breasts and grasping the crown of her head.

"Me too," drooled Greg, licking up Melanie's warm left tit.

"I don't want to die!" sobbed Melanie, her cunt shivering as a gush of juices sprayed from her slit.

"It's better than sex!" promised Greg before he bit into her throat, ripping through the sweet flesh.

Melanie gagged, her eyes wide as the rotting zombie tore open her skull, plunging his hand deep into her brain.

Melanie's body writhed and jerked, blood spraying from her open throat as Greg chewed on her tender neck muscles.

The zombie removed fistfuls of gleaming brains from Melanie's skull, gorging on them, moaning with bliss as the warm gray matter filled his starving mouth.

The End.

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