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Jesse looked around, observing the world around him through his new, zombie point of view. Everything seemed to kind of blur together, it became harder to distinguish objects from each other. His legs felt weak, just like he had returned from a long trip, his thoughts very hazy and he had a constant feeling of wanting to throw up. He didn't allow himself to do that however, he had to conserve his bodily juices for when the time came to infect someone.

Despite all the uncomfortable physical changes, the raccoon didn't mind his transformation. It was probably because of the constant state of euphoria he was in, as if he had taken a mind-numbing drug that helped him forget all his troubles and worries. He was also still quite aroused, his hard on not seeming to calm anytime soon.

After getting a bit more used to the changes, he decided to walk around and maybe find someone he could gift the illness to. He stood still and tried to collect his thoughts, focused on the road and tried walking down along it, in a straight line. This task wouldn't have caused him any trouble if he was sober, but in this state it was exceptionally difficult. He kept leaning to the sides, almost hitting a tree once, praying not to fall over because getting up would have been an even more difficult challenge in this state of mind.

He eventually spot a group of other zombies and decided to make his way towards them, thinking it would be easier to navigate if he just followed the group. The others barely seemed to notice his presence, as they were greedily drinking from an old rain collecting barrel. Indeed, it was a hot day and getting to water wasn't easy- especially in this state- so an opportunity like this was sure to attract a lot of zombies.

Jesse put his hand into the water and scooped up some of it, putting it up to his mouth to hydrate. It had the taste of rust and the bodily fluids the others let into it while drinking, but it felt good nevertheless. Tasting his mates' puke and snot in his mouth only furthered his sense of belonging, he was one of them, another disgusting, gross, sick zombie.

This scene was quickly broken up by an engine roaring in the distance. Jesse and some others looked in the direction, and saw a small car quickly approaching them. It was going incredibly fast, if the raccoon had to guess with his hazed mind, he would have probably estimated at least a hundred kilometers per hour. He hadn't seen anyone drive this fast in this area, in a non-emergency situation, no one would dare to attempt it. Even if they didn't hit a pedestrian, the poor road quality would sure have-

And just as he got to that point in his admittedly slow train of thought, the car bounced on a hole in the road, turned to its side and hit a tree. It was of course totally destroyed, but the driver seemed to be alive! Even after such a horrific crash, the zombies could still see some movement inside, which indicated to them that there was still a potential host for the virus stuck in the wreck. They wasted no time and started making their way towards it.

As they got closer, they saw a beagle inside, trying to force the door open. The crash seemed to wreck the car in a way that it was completely crushed, so it was impossible to climb to the back seats and get out that way, but it also sealed the front door shut, resulting in the driver being completely stuck in place. Although Jesse didn't know who he was or where he was trying to go, he knew one thing: it was someone not blessed by the virus yet. And it was his duty to get him infected.

As the zombies went up to the door and tried to force the door open through the handle or the side or trying to break the window with their fists, the raccoon started to think of a better way to get in. It was less than an hour since he was infected, so his brain still worked a tad bit better than all the others, still it took a lot of effort to come up with something. How could he get in how could he... That's it, that's it, a rock! He needs to smash the window with a rock!

He picked up a particularly sharp looking one from the side of the road, dragged himself to the window and pushed the others out of the way. Then collecting all his strength, he threw the rock into the window, shattering it and hitting the dog inside.

They instantly dragged him out of the car to begin the infection. He only seemed to suffer a mild head injury, but it was enough to get him so dizzy that he couldn't properly fight back; he was an easy prey. The zombies did their usual routine, restraining the victim, forcing his maw open and puking all over him, especially on his face and mouth.

Jesse remembered however that any bodily fluid could infect someone, so with his remaining brain power, he decided not to use the vomiting method, which would cause him to lose precious water. Instead, he pulled down his pants and started jerking. The sight of the poor dog, struggling against the zombies, trying to get rid of all the disgusting vomit that covered his body, trying to spit out whatever horrid liquid was just launched down his throat... It brought Jesse to orgasm.

His cock started spitting thick strings of cum, which first landed on the beagle's chest, then right in his open mouth! He did his part! Soon enough, when he and everyone else were sure that he was infected, they left the victim alone. They had to look for water and other people to infect- this was Jesse's, and everyone else's life now.