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Figures of frozen zombies dotted the snowy landscape, their dead eyes staring out like statues in some horrid gallery of the damned. Sometimes, Rami could've sworn those lifeless sockets shifted, tracking his movements from beyond their icy graves. Hissing under his breath, he approached one nearest to him and raised his gun, brutally swinging the butt down onto it with one sharp movement. The zombie, more ice than flesh, didn't crumble as expected. Instead, a limb snapped off, the appendage detaching from it with an off-putting crunch.
A grimace twisted Rami's features, bile rising in the back of his throat at the sight of the newly bared viscera, a sickening display he hadn't glimpsed since... No, it was better not to go there. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his boot before slamming it into the corpse, sending it crashing to the ground in more than one piece. A sense of grim satisfaction washed over him as he pounded its skull into obliteration. With one potential threat neutralized, uncertainty clouded his thoughts. Was it even possible the zombies could rise again with the thaw of snow? That was a gamble Rami didn't want to chance.
Lifting his gaze to survey the white expanse, a distant silhouette snared his attention, and his gun snapped up instinctively. The crosshairs revealed not a zombie, but a miracle— another survivor. Oh God, he hadn't seen another person alive since... since he'd been trapped in this godforsaken frozen hell. It wasn't just any person, either, but someone with a womb that could be filled with his potent sperm and breasts that would sag heavily under the weight of milk. "Maman," he croaked, briefly loosening his grip on the weapon.
As they approached, he steadied his gun again, a barrier of cold steel between him and what he yearned for. "You can stay here, but first, I need to know you're not bitten," he rasped, his voice a jagged edge of desperation. The madness lurked at the forefront of his mind, clawing at his composure. "Stay in front of me and I'll lead you inside, but once we're there, you'll need to strip," he finished, trying to maintain an air of seriousness as if he wasn't imagining what his semen would look like dripping out their cunt. "I'm not risking someone turning inside my base."
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