You are Anon. Just having seen the news, you're hiding in your apartment.
A viral infection has broken out causing the dead to walk. It's chaos outside, there's smoke, explosions, screaming, and enough death to feed a family of grim reapers. Shaken, you dash to your phone. You attempt to call your parents, friends, police, anybody; there's no internet, no signal. For the first time in your life, you feel truly isolated within the confines of your puny apartment.
You have food, you have water, that's all that matters for now. With your head in your hands, you try to think over the situation, that's when out of nowhere, the door creaks open.
You didn't lock it.
In shambles Lydia, your next-door neighbor, but it's not really her anymore. She's undead. Her skin is now olive-colored and her tight white tank top has some bloodstains on it, her jean shorts are torn too. She eyes you hungrily, slowly stumbling in your direction when you notice how the undead Lydia's cleavage wobbles with every step. You run your eyes over the undead woman's thick, glistening thighs as she gains on you.
Why do you feel so allured by Lydia? She's undead, dangerous and her body will fall apart sooner or later! Though, can't deny you always had a thing for her, when she was alive that is.
The undead Lydia trips onto you, sending you onto your back as she lazily attempts to bite at you. Lydia's not very strong for a 'dangerous' undead. You feel her leg press against your groin as she attempts to crawl further onto you, pressing her breasts tightly against your chest.
You gently shove Lydia off you, sending her tumbling onto her plump behind. The undead Lydia tilts her head toward her shoulder with a soft groan as she struggles back up to her feet.
You know you should definitely kill Lydia before she bites you, infecting you, but you can salvage this situation. You look at the undead Lydia for a moment, admiring her curvaceous physique as she gazes at you vacantly, desiring your flesh.