Weeper felt his legs tug beneath his body, forcing him in the direction of screams.
Increasing speed, he started to run, somehow maintaining perfect balance despite his torn muscles. It took little energy, the running, he seemed to have too much. The feeling of not moving, it was as though the energy would burst through his skin, ripping him apart. Though he hadn't eaten a strip of food since his death, Weeper had maintained a steady source of life.
Like all undead, physical, emotional, and sexual energy could fuel him, but unlike most others, Weeper still had some form of a mind. He could choose his prey and how to feed off of them just as much as a succubus could choose who to seduce. In this, as far as he knew, Weeper was unique among the other zombies.
It had been months since the outbreak, almost as long since his death, and though all zombies would rape humans, none did it quite like Weeper.
"Help!" The woman's voice shrieked out from behind a fence. Weeper ran right through, barely slowing after smashing the wood.
He saw two zombies standing over a downed woman, trying desperately to get at her. Weeper rushed forward and swiped them to the side.
"Thank you!" The woman cried out. "Thank you! Thank y-"
She cut out as she saw Weeper. her face turned to horror and tears began to form.
Weeper would have smiled, had he the mouth to do so. Even standing directly above her, he could feel the energy radiating.
The woman's hair was a dark black, clashing against pale white skin.
Her eye's widened, blue, matching her dress. A dress. Weeper stepped forward eagerly. A dress meant she was trying to be presentable which meant there was someone to present to which meant... Weeper paused. Logic still worked for the undead, though it took a bit longer. Which meant, there was a community nearby.
Weeper bent down and grabbed the dress, ripping it off with inhuman strength, feeling his body brimming with energy. He grabbed the black panties and pulled them off as well, lifting the entire woman's torso with them until they finally broke into two. She had no bra.
Weeper didn't waste time. He had no cock, but he had all his fingers and he knew just how to use them.
As the woman sobbed, Weeper plunged his arm down and up, watching her face react with each thrust. She cried out, from pain mostly, but Weeper liked to think some pleasure as well. He liked to think he left all his prey with some pleasure.
A warm feeling began to touch Weeper's back. He stood up and turned. He knew that feeling.
A demon was nearby. Judging by the heat increasing, it was getting closer. Weeper took one last look at the woman and began to jog away.