"They're coming to make you Barbara..." (Patreon)

The virus could not be stopped. one bite, you were one of them. Dead, yes, but filled with a raw sexual energy that animated them, made them want to bite, to make more of these undead sluts.

I watched her hips grinding on the headstone, enticing me, beckoning me closer. I wondered what that hunger must feel like, and I knew as I moved closer that I would soon find out...