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You hear the sound of a Hunter stalking you long before you see it pounce.
The telltale growls of the Infected follow you as you attempt to locate the safe-house the arrows on the wall allude to, taking you down winding alleyways in a (probably intentional) confusing path. Fitting, for a carnival, you suppose. You point your magnum pistol around as the growls echo, seemingly coming from every direction. You can't find the Hunter, but you know it's watching you. You decide to book it, attempt to outrun the Infected rather than try to kill it. You take off in a sprint down the alley, turning left, and then right, before it opens up into a clearing. Only an expanse of concrete and a small set of stairs lie between you and-
The Tunnel of Love.
The safe-house is in the fucking Tunnel of Love.
You scoff at the sheer absurdity of it all, and get ready to run. You make it about ten yards from the tunnel before the growling starts up again, louder than before. Unfortunately, it seems that your running has agitated the Hunter, and it followed after you from the alley. You turn to shoot it as it launches itself through the air, but you miss. The magnum fires too slow for you to get another shot off before it lands on you, tackling you to the ground.
Time seems to slow down then, as the Hunter straddles your lap, pinning you to the cold concrete. Your magnum has gone flying from your hands as you hit the ground, your head aching from the impact. The Hunter raises its clawed hands to rip into your chest, its mutilated face twisted in a feral snarl. You brace yourself for the pain about to come, throwing your arms up to fight back. It pauses, though. You can't see its eyes under the hood, but it seems to look you up and down, leaning down slightly to inhale your scent. You don't know what it could be smelling besides sweat, fear, and the blood of other Infected, but you let it sniff you. You stay as still as possible, waiting, careful not to agitate the Hunter again. You know you're not faster than it, even if you were able to push it off while it's distracted, you can't outrun it, and you can't see where your gun landed from here. You're trapped until this thing either decides to kill you or (by some miracle) decides to leave on its own.
It chooses neither of those options, however. Instead, it raises its hands to your chest, as if it's going to rip into you like you've seen these Infected do to so many other survivors, and tears your hoodie open. Its claws dig into your skin, but they aren't deep. Your clothing was it's target. Your hoodie falls open, exposing your ripped tank top and bra. It rips those too, leaving more shallow cuts across your skin, and your breasts exposed to the night air. You gasp involuntarily, out of shock and slight pain. A million thoughts run through your head but none are helpful at processing exactly what is happening to you.
Before you can attempt to cover yourself, the Hunter slides down your lap slightly, and gives your jeans the same treatment, ripping them open at the seam. You brace your feet against the concrete on instinct to try and buck the Hunter off, but it pays your struggling no mind. It growls in warning, and you cease your movements, though your breathing comes out in short bursts of fear. It is much heavier, more solid than you, and has the strength of an Infected on top of that.
It rips open your panties as well, the fabric cutting into your skin with the force at which the Hunter pulls them off. You lay under the Infected, completely exposed. It leans down to smell you again, getting much closer than before. The sharp teeth graze your skin, tongue lolling out to trail sticky saliva across your skin. You instinctively try to push it away again, your hands latch onto its upper arms, the rough, sore-pocked skin is tacky with old blood. The texture makes your stomach churn, so you move your hands to grip its ripped hoodie instead. That, too, is crusted and sticky with new and old blood, but it's less revolting than it's skin, so you hold tight and try to push it away. It's futile, the Infected is a beast and unwilling to be moved. It stays bent over, trailing its teeth and tongue across your skin.
It shifts its legs down more, positioning itself in between your legs rather than on top. It should make it easier to get out of its hold, but it grabs your waist and digs in, keeping you anchored in place, lest those claws press deeper and rip out your intestines. It presses one splayed-out hand in the middle of your sternum and uses its now free hand to rip the front of its own joggers, freeing its cock.
Reality sets in once the Hunters dick is out. This thing is about to fuck you, and you can't stop it. Its cock is dark, engorged and veiny like the rest of its skin, hanging heavy between its legs. It's big, too. At once point it may have been slightly above average, but the mutation has swollen it to a truly intimidating size. The Hunter shuffles forward, letting its cock rest on your stomach. The tip reaches past your belly button. You feel sick. Your head swims with the rush of pure terror that washes over you. You try to shuffle back, which you know is in vain but your fear doesn't get the memo. The Infecteds claws bear down into your sternum, not piercing but threatening to.
The Hunter growls as it shuffles, pulling back to press the tip inside you. It barely moves like a person. More like an animal trying to mount its prey. You feel your throat close when the tip enters, already stretching you too much with barely an eighth of its full size. It pushes forward in a jagged motion, starting and stopping randomly. At halfway, your hands move back to its upper arms, uncaring of the texture at this point, and dig your nails in hard. The hunter snarls loudly and shoves the rest in, in one single punch. You barely manage to cut off your scream before it escapes. You can't risk a horde being triggered now. Can't make noise.
It feels like being ripped in half. You're pretty sure something's been irreparably damaged inside you. It shouldn't have been able to go all the way in. It went in dry, further than you thought physically possible. You thrash around, body reacting on its own in an attempt to get away from the pain. Bile rises in your throat, pain tearing you from the inside. It pulls back halfway and jerks back in, and your vision blacks out for a second. You're making noise, but it's quiet huffs and grunts, your body in too much pain to waste energy on any loud sounds.
Your grip falls to its forearms, gripping the old duct tape it has wrapped around its wrists, holding down sleeves that have long since been torn off. It moves in and out without much rhythm, more mindless, feral rutting than anything, It makes it impossible to catch your breath. It leans down again, getting in your face. The smell, already awful, becomes overwhelming, and you hold your breath to avoid inhaling more of it. Rotting flesh, blood, bile, makes you scrunch your face up in disgust, turning your head to the side to get away from the source.
You didn't think about how the motion leaves your neck wide open for the Hunter. It pushes itself forward more, impaling you further on its cock, and bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Despite knowing you're somehow immune to the Infection, a jolt of panic shoots down your spine as the Hunter latches on and holds you with its teeth like prey. It holds your thighs, raising them higher around its hips and digging its claws in, leaving five punctures on each thigh. It snarls around your flesh, its thrusts speeding up. Its heavy balls slap hard against your skin, echoing through the quiet night. Tears prick at your eyes, having staved off crying as long as possible, and they spill over as it tears you up from the inside.
It releases you from its bite after a few moments, blood dripping from its teeth and pooling on your stomach. You look down at where you're connected, watching the Hunters' cock bulge under your skin, pushing your skin taut on your abdomen with every push inside. Its thrusts have become slicker, blood aiding the slide and stretch of the Hunters' relentless pounding. Its movement suddenly stutters, and it lets out a truly feral snarl, ducking down again to bite the unmarked side of your neck. As it latches on, you feel an explosion of heat inside you, burning, scorching wetness filling your insides. It feels like it comes inside you for hours, filling you until your stomach feels distended. You gasp, biting back a shout as the Hunter attempts to breed you. It forces your legs higher, pushing them back until you're folded nearly in half. You groan in pain from the movement, your hips forced at a painful angle that leaves you even more exposed than before. It pulls its cock out of you, and it feels like its dragging your organs out with it. A tear-filled whine escapes you, and you can't stop it.
The hunter stares down at your pussy, filled with its Infected cum, spilling out and dripping down your front and back. It brings its face closer, and for a second, you think it's about to eat you out. But then, it whips its head to the side, and bites down on the inside of your thigh, sharp teeth embedding in the thin, sensitive skin. You can't hold back a yelp of pain, and you quickly cover your mouth to cut off the rest of the noise. It makes a low growl in its throat, looking up at you from between your legs. You can finally see its eyes from this angle. They are red-rimmed from infection, blood smeared around them and trailing down the side of its face like tears. The eyes themselves are dark, almost black, with next to no awareness in them. Mindless, feral, animalistic. You don't know what it was that triggered the Hunter to do this to you rather than kill you, but the thought crosses your mind then, that you wish it would have just ripped you to shreds.
The Hunter releases its jaw and gets back in position between your legs. Its cock, previously limp from cumming what felt like gallons into you not two minutes before, stands hard and leaking once again. It ruts against you, jerking its hips in an attempt to enter you again. The cum spills from your pussy, wetting your asshole in the process, and the Hunters cock gets caught there. The Hunter thrusts forward, uncaring where its cock ends up, just pushing in wherever it can, and enters your asshole in one move.
You can't stop the scream that escapes you then, but you manage to close your mouth to muffle it a bit. It wastes no time in starting its thrusts, faster than before but no more coordinated. You can feel its cock in your guts, your rim burning from the sudden stretch as the Infected fucks you brutally. With the angle it has your hips at, it reaches impossibly deep, and you swear you can feel its cock in your throat with each press inside. You try not to clench down, make the pain worse, but it's difficult to hold that reflex back. Your body betrays you then, a spike of pleasure shoots down your spine with such force that an orgasm tears out of you, your pussy squirting all over the front of the Hunters' hoodie, soaking both of you. It makes the slide much easier, which only seems to encourage the Infected more.
It lifts one of your legs up over its shoulder, letting the other fall lower, and fucks into you faster, its rough growls coming more frequently. It's close to cumming again, you can tell. You can't even allow yourself to feel relieved, because there's no telling when this will really be over. It already came once and had next to no refractory period. This could last forever, you think deliriously. Until you die of blood loss or your heart gives out from the pain or the Hunter gets tired of you and rips your throat out.
It leans down, pushing your leg into an almost splits position, bringing you chest to chest with it. Your nipples rub against its rough hoodie, causing an excruciating sort of almost-pleasure. The Hunter noses under your chin and bites down right under your jawline, so close to your jugular that you could swear your heart stops for a few beats.
Your ass is on fire by this point, the Hunters balls slapping against your cheeks so hard they surely leave red marks akin to a spanking. With one final, horrible shriek, the Hunter cums inside you, pumping your guts full of its boiling hot spend. It feels like swallowing lava, it burns through your insides with a vengeance.
The Hunter lets your leg fall, but doesn't release you. No more, you think, please, let this end. You lay back on the concrete, the only thing between your skin and the hard ground is the remains of your hoodie still on your back. The Hunter stares down at you, head cocked to the side like a dog. Then, it whips it head to the alley nearby, staring for a few tortuously long seconds. Then, you hear what it heard, shuffling feet, the groans of Infected nearing where you lay.
A small group of Infected emerge from the alley, seemingly not noticing you or the Hunter yet. The Hunter makes a noise, not one you've heard before, and the heads of the Infected snap up, locking on to where you and the Hunter lay on the ground. There's four in total, all male, and they shuffle over curiously. The Hunter keeps its hands locked around your waist, preventing you from moving as the Infected crowd around you, looking down at your naked body like you're a seven-course meal. This is it, you think, I'm about to die.
Two of the Infected lower themselves to the ground on either side of you, looking up and down your body, before the one on the left surges forward. Your body locks up, expecting it to go for your throat, but it instead goes for your breast. Dry, cracked lips close around your nipple and begin sucking like a starving man. You choke out a gasp, hand coming up on reflex and gripping the Infecteds hair. The infected on the right ducks down and does the same to your other nipple, shooting sparks of pleasure through your chest. You try not to moan, refusing to give in to the feeling. The hunter, still inside your ass, continues staring down at you, watching two Infected suckle your breasts. You meet the Hunters eyes again, but still, you see nothing but pure animalistic want.
The Hunter grabs you by your waist and wrenches you away from the other Infected, but it doesn't take you far. It only rolls the two of you over, the Hunter with its back on the ground, and you, perched on its lap. It growls and moves you until its cock catches in your pussy again, bucking its hips up until you're fully seated. You anchor yourself with both hands on its chest, trying to push yourself away but only managing to help the Infected with its thrusts.
You feel something approach you from behind. One of the Infected. It kneels behind you, gripping your hips below where the Hunter has its claws embedded in your waist, and pushes its cock into your ass.
The new Infected is thankfully much smaller than the Hunter, but the feeling of being penetrated in both holes still sends a bolt of pain up your spine. You can feel the Infecteds cocks rubbing against each other through the wall inside you, thrusting at different speeds and leaving you unable to form a coherent thought. The two Infected from before come back, kneeling down next to you and resuming their sucking, grabbing a breast in hand and groaning around your nipples, licking and nibbling like animals. There's sensation coming from every direction, you can't stop the noises from escaping anymore. The Hunter picks you up and slams you down, forcing you to ride its cock, as the Infected behind you slams into your asshole. Just when you think you're about to pass out from overstimulation, the last Infected comes to stand in front of you, and forces its cock down your throat. It's disgusting, dirty and engorged, and the Infected gives you no chance to breathe. It thrusts into your mouth as if it was fucking your pussy, gripping your hair so hard it's a wonder it doesn't rip it out.
The Hunter growls and comes inside you again, but resumes its thrusts immediately, not even pulling out. Its already short refractory period seemingly out the window. The other Infected don't seem to have that ability, however, since the Infected behind you comes into your ass and you feel it go flaccid inside you, pulling out and falling to the ground beside you. It pushes the infected at your right breast away, taking over the sucking. It's much rougher than the previous one was, biting and sucking harder to the point of pain. The Infected that got pushed away stands up slowly, making its way behind you to take its place in your ass. The Infected at your left breast, however, decides to join it. They both go behind you.
You feel the first one push inside your stretched asshole, and then, before you can take a breath, a second cock pushes inside as well. You let out a startled scream around the cock in your mouth, and the Hunter digs its nails into your shoulders, running its claws down your back in long slashes. At the feeling of all three cocks moving inside you, another orgasm is triggered, squirting on the Hunters' lap and soaking its pants and hoodie once again. The Infected in your mouth shoves your head down, its cock entering your throat as it cums, gagging you. It remains there, denying you air as you struggle to breathe through your nose.
You feel lightheaded, more than before, as your vision starts to darken around the edges. You're going to pass out, and soon.
The two Infected in your ass come one right after the other, filling you up for yet another time. The other Infected seem to be done after one round, and slip out of your ass and mouth, stumbling over to sit on the concrete, slumped over like they tend to do until agitated. The Infected sucking your breast gets pushed off by the Hunter, who pulls you chest to chest with it again, rubbing your oversensitive nipples on its now slightly damp hoodie. Your arms give up supporting you, and you fall, exhausted against the Hunters chest, face pressed against its neck while it continues to pound into you. It snarls and growls, holding you by the waist against its solid body.
It pants, finally becoming spent as it surges up, pulling you both into a sitting position as it holds you in its lap, grinding you against its cock. It shrieks, the noise right by your ear from how you're slumped against its chest, panting and whining involuntarily. As it pulls you up and down, the fabric of its pants rubs against your clit giving you direct stimulation for the first time and ripping a third and final orgasm out of you, saturating the Hunters' clothes to the point of dripping. A second later, the Hunter slams you down on its cock and cums inside you, once again distending your stomach from the amount of cum it releases. It bites down on your shoulder, overlapping slightly with a previous bite, huffing and snarling around the chunk of flesh in its mouth.
All at once, it releases you, unhooking its claws from your flesh and removes its teeth. It shifts to the side and pulls its cock out of your dripping pussy, overflowing with cum, slick, and blood. It makes the Hunters' clothes even more of a mess, smearing over the fabric as it lets you lay back on the concrete. You stare up at the sky, the stars, and wonder if death is going to take you soon. You can hear it shuffling around beside you, but you don't have the strength to look over and investigate. You don't really want to know, anyway.
You're covered in cum, blood, slick, bite marks, scratches, and saliva. Every part of your body aches and burns, both inside and out. The safe-house is less than thirty feet behind you, but you don't have the strength, or will, to attempt to drag yourself inside. What would you even do, once you made it inside? Sit naked on the floor and wait, hoping that your injuries weren't life-threatening, until you either succumbed and accepted death, or was able to get up and continue? Do you even want to continue, after this? You don't even have the presence of mind to remember what your goal had been, before this. What was your goal destination? Who were you looking for? Once you made it out of this carnival, what were you going to do?
You lay on the ground so long that day begins to break. You drift in and out of consciousness, but each time the world goes black, you're pulled back. Death isn't ready for you just yet, it seems. You wake up a few times to see the other Infected fucking you. Only in your ass or mouth, for some reason. You don't see the Hunter again until the final time you wake.
You stare up at a blank ceiling when you open your eyes, feeling a cock pushing in an out of you. You're no longer on the concrete outside, but on a mattress in the safe-house. They all look similar inside, so it's easy to identify where you are. The heavy metal door is closed, and- barred shut? You still feel exhausted, limbs heavy, insides aching, and dried tears on your face. The Hunter lays on top of you, fucking into you at a leisurely but still uncoordinated pace. For a moment, you wonder if its a different one, but you can see the scratches down its upper arms you left when it first started to fuck you. It's the same one. Its followed you into the safe-house- or was it the one who put you here? You don't remember dragging yourself inside but at the same time, you don't understand why or how the Hunter would have gotten you inside, and then had the presence of mind to lock the door behind it.
It grinds into you, still snarling, but less aggressive in both its noises and its movements. It suddenly notices that you're awake, snapping its eyes to yours. Maybe it was the trauma, the head injury, the exhaustion, or something else entirely, but you could swear that there was a little more awareness in its black eyes than last time. It's still feral, that much is emphasized by its noises and rutting, but it looks at you less like prey now. It licks over the bruised, crusted bite marks on your shoulder, almost gently.
It surges upwards, and you flinch, expecting it to bite you again. Instead, to your shock, it kisses you. Well, it's sort of a kiss. Its as uncoordinated as its thrusts, but the intent is there. Its mouth tastes of blood and grime and it makes your stomach turn. Your hands fall on its shoulders, unsure if you're holding it closer or pushing it away. Your mind is being pulled in both directions and has lost all coherent thought. It moves its lips against yours, nibbling on your mouth and chin and shoving its tongue inside. It tastes better than that other Infecteds cock had, at least. You find yourself surprised by the thought, but you can't find it in yourself to criticize your internal monologue at this point.
It's doing little more than grinding, now. It's cock is still firmly inside you, rutting in short thrusts, barely pulling out at all. When it comes inside you this time, it feels less like molten metal filling your cervix and more like a warm wash coating your insides. Maybe you were growing used to the feeling. And isn't that a terrifying thought?
The Hunter lets out a weak growl, nipping at your jaw and trailing its mouth down your chest, finding your swollen nipple and sucking, like the other Infected had. It doesn't pull its cock out, letting it rest inside you even as you feel it soften. Barely aware of your own movements, you push your hand under the Hunters hood and run your fingers through its short hair. It's surprisingly cleaner than the rest of it, probably due to the protection of the hood. The Hunter lets out a noise, one that you don't have any other name for but a purr. It vibrates in its chest, and you feel the rumbling in your own from how it weighs down on top of you, suckling at your breast almost sweetly.
Eventually, sleep takes you again, the Hunters' mouth still on your chest and its cock still inside you.
When you wake again, what feels like hours later, the Hunter isn't inside you, or on you at all. It's crouched on the bed next to you, looking down curiously with its head slightly cocked. For a moment, you're too afraid to move, but the Hunter doesn't seem ready to pounce, or aggressive at all, in fact. Slowly, you sit up, every motion sending sparks of pain up your spine, through your legs, in your head, but you manage to sit up fully. You keep your eyes on the Hunter, but it just watches, before moving over and laying down where you had just been on the mattress. You stand on shaky legs, every step is painful.
You take one of the first aid kits from the table and work on disinfecting and wrapping your more serious wounds. It's been a while since they were inflicted, so it might be too little, too late, but you may as well try. The hunter growls lowly when you try to wrap up the biggest bite on your neck, so you settle for just applying a salve over it and leaving it exposed. You don't know how to check, let alone tend to your possible internal wounds. But while your insides feel sore, they don't feel excruciatingly painful, and any bleeding you had before seems to have stopped now, so you wipe yourself down and hope for the best. The dried cum and blood comes off fairly easily, though the red has stained your skin slightly.
Once done, you find a box under the table of guns full of spare clothes, and dig through until you find something acceptable. You dress slowly, pulling on a small pair of men's jeans, baggy on you but easily held up by a belt you find curled up at the bottom of the box. There are no bras in the box, unfortunately, so you settle for a tight tank top and a zip-up jacket over top.
You can still feel the Hunters' eyes on you as you look over the guns on the table. You pick up an AK-47 and load it up. The Hunter sits up, but doesn't make a move to pounce. Just watches. You load up two small pistols as well, and set them next to the AK by the door.
Maybe your sanity has finally left you. Seven months into the apocalypse, and you've finally lost it. All it took was a fuck-fest from some Infected, and your already fragile head space has cracked wide open. You don't shoot the Hunter. Instead, you pull out a ration bar and a bottle of water from a box under the table, and lay down next to the Hunter. You nibble on the bar while the Hunter looks at you, before it rumbles out a noise and lays back down.
After that, the Hunter follows you from location to location. You still don't really have a destination in mind, just simply surviving. The Hunter rips apart other Infected when you can't get a shot off in time, and follows you into the safe-houses when you reach them. It still fucks you, but not as savagely or as often as the first time. It actually lets you take your clothes off, now, instead of ripping them to shreds every time it gets horny. It seems to get more and more aware by the day. Not human anymore. You doubt it will ever reach that point again, but less feral, for sure. At least, towards you. It still rips others apart, but there's not much you can do about that. You find yourself talking to it, though it never responds with anything other than grunts, snarls, growls, and shrieks. It seems to understand some basic things, like giving directions, but most of your one-sided conversations consist of you talking the Hunters' ear off while it stares at you with its increasingly-aware gaze.
It's been four months since the Hunter attached itself to you. The two of you are in a safe-house near an old hillbilly village, and the Hunter has you hoisted against the wall, pounding into you as it nibbles on your neck. You've grown used to its size by now, and you allow yourself to feel pleasure from it now. Why shouldn't you? The world has ended, society has collapsed, and ninety percent of the population are Infected. What's the point in denying yourself anything, really? At this point?
You moan in ecstasy, arching your back against the wall and baring your neck for the Hunter. It latches on easily, reopening the first bite mark for the hundredth time. The Hunter has allowed you to clean it up a little, if only just for your own sanitary worries. It's gotten a “new” (old, found in a safe-house) hoodie, and sweatpants. You weren't even going to attempt to put jeans on it. It allowed you to wipe it down with wet wipes a few times, when you found some packages still intact in a looted supermarket.
It licks along the bite mark, lapping up the blood that leaks sluggishly from it, moving up until it finds your mouth and clumsily kisses you. You bury your hands in its hair, grinding down against its cock, chasing your orgasm. It growls against your mouth, snarls spilling out in a stream as it nears its orgasm. Yours hits you in a punch, squirting over the Hunter's cock and dripping down to the floor. The Hunter cums a second later, filling you up with its seed.
It slumps against you, keeping your body pinned to the wall as its mouth finds your breast and sucks. You lean your head back, catching your breath. It pushes off the wall and lays you both down on the thin mattress on the floor, its cock remains inside you as it sucks your nipples, a repeat of that night in the Tunnel of Love safe-house.
You look down at it, and notice curiously that your breasts seem to be producing milk as it sucks, lapping greedily at the off-white fluid. It's such a tiny amount, that it's barely visible. You're so tired, however, that sleep takes you and by the morning, you've forgotten all about it.
In your defense, a worldwide apocalypse is enough to disrupt anyone's monthly cycle. So, the evidence wasn't immediately apparent, or cause for concern. Your stomach was often distended from the Hunter filling you with cum that being swollen was more or less your natural state at this point, so you didn't notice your size growing steadily, either. Plus, running for your life every day tends to take precedence over anything else.
All this to say, it took you almost seven months to notice that you were pregnant.
It probably happened the first time the Hunter fucked you, judging by how far along you seemed to be. The other Infected never fucked you in your pussy, as far as you know, so its a no-brainer to figure out who the father is. It also explains why the Hunter seems to have attached itself to your side, protecting you like a mate. You're carrying its offspring.
You didn't even know Infected could procreate, but, well, the evidence is growing inside you. There's nowhere for you to go for help. Even if you could find other survivors, they would put the Hunter down without a second thought, (which made your chest tighten for a reason you didn't feel like unpacking right now), and probably put you down as well, before finally killing the... baby. The term still sounded unreal to you. A baby. If it even lived past delivery. You had to be realistic. It was conceived by a highly mutated Infected, and an inexplicably Immune survivor. It was either going to come out already Infected, Immune but mutated, Immune but un-mutated, or totally normal. Any outcome didn't seem great, even the normal one, because that just left it vulnerable. Plus, you were already barely scraping by yourself. The Hunter found its own food and you tried not to question what it ate, and you lived off of rations from random safe-houses. How were you supposed to take care of a baby in the apocalypse?
You lay awake, the Hunter sleeping soundly next to you on the bed. Yeah, this safe-house actually had a real bed, for once. Your stomach was swollen with what you now knew was your child. The world was silent, outside, with most of the world dead.
What has your life become?