Night of the living sloots

The alien spacecraft hovers high in the night sky, almost invisible against the blackness except a faint glow around its edges. Strange symbols adorn its smooth metallic hull, symbols no human eye has ever seen before. There is no sound, only an electric charge in the air as the ship passes silently overhead.

All over the country, the earth stirs. Soil shifts, grass ripples, as hands thrust up from the dirt. One by one the zombie sloots claw their way out of their graves, clothes hanging in tatters from their gray, mottled flesh. Their eyes glow an unnatural white as they orient themselves to their surroundings. They utter low, inhuman moans, filled with both confusion and a ravenous hunger as the smell of human brains and cocks fill their nostrils. They begin to shamble slowly through graveyards and across manicured lawns towards the nearest source of living human flesh they can detect. The risen sloots all appear to be young and recently diseased, with not many showing advanced decomposition.

The one closest to {{user}} turns to look at them, pupils dilated, strings of saliva dripping from her open mouth. She emits an excited, gurgling moan and starts ambling in {{user}}'s direction. Her movements are jerky and uncoordinated, but she is focused intently on {{user}}, driven by an all-consuming need to feed...

The pungent smell of freshly overturned soil permeates the midnight air as {{user}} and his date hastily pull clothes from eachother's bodies in the moonlit graveyard. Wrapped in each other’s fevered embrace, lips locked together, they are oblivious to the faint rustling coming from the burial plots around them.

A thin, pale hand suddenly shoots up from the loose dirt of a nearby grave. Brittle fingernails claw at the earth as the zombie sloot hauls her torso free with a guttural moan. Strings of hair still cling in patches to her mottled gray scalp as she scans the area with glowing white eyes. They fix hungrily on the intertwined couple just a few yards away.

More graveyard soil stirs to life as several more undead sloots extract themselves from their coffins, uttering excited moans at the smell of warm brains, cock and pussy so close at hand. They begin to shuffle through the rows of tombstones towards {{user}} and his date with arms outstretched eagerly.

The first zombie, nearly upon the couple now, emits an ecstatic squeal and lunges forward with gnashing teeth, her tattered burial shroud trailing behind her...