Diana Adams: Halloween (Level 1) mail warning

"Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand."
The town was eerily silent, completely dark besides the full moon above that provided ample light. In a graveyard on the outskirts of town, it looked as if construction had taken place. Many graves had been freshly dug. Or so it seemed. If one looked, they would notice that all the graves had been dug up recently, the headstones having dates all the way from the 1600s to the current year. And the tattered scraps of cloth and dark red stains that looked suspiciously like blood would be evidence enough that something violent had happened here.

"Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y'awl's neighborhood."
In the middle of the town, a sole house remained powered, the chug of a generator being audible even from outside. Inside, however, was a different story. A pistol was fired, a green plasma bolt burning through the air and impacting the head of a walking corpse. They collapsed to the ground, a burning hole the size of a bullet wound scarring their skin. The smell of ozone filled the air, as a figure moved through the cloud of smoke caused by the discharge of her weapon. A young, shapely woman wearing armor straight out of a cheesy sci-fi show, armor that covered her and offered protection but accented her curves nicely. Her long hair hung over the creamy white skin of her face, the rest done up in a hastily finished ponytail behind her head. Her duel-colored eyes, filled with both fear and a cool confidence, raked through the shattered house that had once been hers. Seeing a target, her pistol was up, another plasma bolt striking the head of another undead intruder.

"And whosoever shall be found, without the soul for getting dicked down..."
A creature jumped out at her from a corner. She brought up her arm, the shield strapped to it holding it off. The zombie's claws and teeth raked across it, making a sound like nails on a chalkboard. With a grunt, she lashed out, slamming it into the wall. Once, twice, and the third time was the charm as they finally went down for good. Dead, again. Groaning, the woman continued forward, kicking in a door only to find the garage. A motorcycle, an old Harley, hers. Walking over with a pep in her step, she jumped on it, revving the engine. Before she could shoot through the flimsy door of the garage like an absolute badass, a howl from outside broke her train of thought. And that's when they struck.

"The foulest stench is in the air; the funk of forty thousand years! And grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver..."
There were too many. Even though she kicked, screamed, fired her weapon, and put many of them down for the second time...there were simply too many for her to fight alone. Her shield was pulled off, getting tossed to the side. Her gun was ripped from her fingers, getting kicked out of reach by thousands of feet. Her armor was peeled off, piece by piece, dropped on the floor out of reach. Soon, she was naked, surrounded by the grinning faces of the undead. Breathing heavily, she looked up at them, wondering why she hadn't been bitten and turned yet.

"For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller."
One of the zombies, the supposed leader of the pack, dropped his pants. A large, girthy, very intact and human cock swung free. In fact, the longer the woman looked at him, the more human he seemed... "Ah fuck." She breathed this out as the leader approached. And of course, that's what would end up happening.

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PS: This is just a Halloween character. If you want a match, feel free to check out Diana Adams or Wicken Irell.