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It's been about a week since the apocalypse had started and it became harder and harder for the remaining survivors- especially the ones that were left alone. Such was the fate of Jessie the Racoon, who had been stuck in his house ever since this whole pandemic happened.

He was a car mechanic in his early 30s, living alone in a small house in a small town. It was not that he wasn't attractive to anyone, he was actually quite popular among the people who knew him. He just preferred being alone most of the time, as the thing he liked the most was independence.

Well, he could be alone as much as he wanted now that everyone in his town had turned into zombies, but somehow that wasn't the kind of independence he liked. Food was running short, so he had to move out, hoping he'd find something he could feed on for at least a few weeks. This wasn't going to be an easy task however.

These zombies looked just like regular people, but it looked as though they were remotely controlled by a child who was just trying out the remote controlled car he got for his birthday. Most of the time they were wandering aimlessly, sometimes bumping into walls and tripping on objects. They also had a few physical characteristics, such as a drooping face and an unbearable odor.

The illness was something never seen before, it didn't have any symptoms other than severely damaging parts of the brain and giving its host an uncontrollable urge to infect others as well. Infection happened through bodily fluids, mostly vomit. If it was ingested by a healthy person, it took only about an hour for them to become a zombie, so curing it wasn't possible.

The infected also didn't require much sleep, probably because of the lack of much mental or physical work, they only slept about three hours a day in different intervals. Thus there was no safe time to go outside, if Jesse were to go out, he definitely would have encountered at least two or three. Still, he couldn't just stay inside until he starved to death, he just had to take a chance.

He figured he could only stand a chance if they didn't notice, or couldn't reach him. He climbed up to the roof and hopped over to the neighbors, looking down at the street below him. It was a warm, sunny afternoon and most of the zombies were distracted looking for water. The raccoon carefully sneaked from roof to roof, he figured that if he made it into the forest, he would be safe, and would probably find something to eat too.

But just as he thought everything over, things started going south. As he jumped on a building with an old, broken roof, the roof tile he landed on fell out of its place... And with it, most of the others. Jesse tried to grab hold of something solid, but everything he held onto slid down. One second he was on top of the roof, by the other, on the ground.

The fall hurt him pretty bad, but he didn't have much time to lick his wounds. The horde of zombies just a few meters away from him heard the noise and started making their way to the raccoon. They could get just about as fast as a jogging person, but they were persistent: if they found someone they could potentially infect, they didn't stop chasing until they collapsed from exhaustion.

Jesse started sprinting, but his ankle was hurting badly from the fall. He managed to be just a tiny bit faster than the zombies, but he wasn't going to hold for much longer. After just a minute of running, the pain got so unbearable that he couldn't continue running, and the horde slowly got up to him.

Many of the zombies tried jumping after him, knowing they could reach him, but just falling short by a tiny bit. Finally Jesse felt a hand on his ankle, which took him down. That was the end. The raccoon fell to the ground as the zombies surrounded him, holding him down as much as they could. They smelled awful, like a mix of rotten flesh and diarrhea. However this smell could only get worse... Once the infection started.

Many of the zombies started puking all over him, shoving their fingers down their throats and emptying their stomachs' contents all over their victim. Some of them took it upon themselves to force the raccoon's mouth open, helping the infecting fluids enter his mouth. Jesse tried to scream, but the noises were drowned out by the awful puke filling his maw, tasting rotten and acidic, orange and white in color. He gagged some of it up, but it was pointless, every load out was followed by more loads in.

It only took a few minutes, but suddenly... He stopped fighting. He just let all of the puke fill him, feeling strangely calm and blissful as the virus attacked his brain. Losing his mind felt weird, but oddly peaceful and a bit... arousing? He reached down to his crotch, soggy from zombie puke and started jerking his cock. It felt slimy, the substance served as a perfect lube...

Maybe it was the virus giving him some kind of strange sexual response, maybe he had a kink for this all along; he couldn't tell. His mind started getting hazy, filled with peace, a slight confusion, but most importantly: lust. He kept on wanking even after the zombies had left him alone when they were sure he got the virus. Maybe turning into a zombie wasn't so bad? Jesse stood up, his boner showing clearly under his pants. It would have been straight up evil from him not to share this pleasure with others! He had to find people, ones who weren't infected yet! He could only enjoy his pleasure when he made sure he infected everyone he could... It was his mission now.