Saeko's eyes widen in surprise as the thin fabric tightens against her hidden folds, a heavy blush darkening her cheeks as a throaty moan is pulled from her lips. She claps her hand across her mouth too late, as Rei stops and meets embarrassed violet eyes with tan.
"S-Saeko?" Rei starts, flustered. "Um, w-what happened?"
Averting her eyes, Saeto stammers out, "I-I think one of the zombies grabbed my clothes." She gestures weakly.
Glancing around, Rei spies the three thong straps disappearing through the closed door, lifted just enough to raise Saeko's skirt slightly, revealing soft, cream-colored thighs and a plump rear, thoroughly wedgied. Glancing around the stairwell, she notes the quiet and absence of blood, declaring no zombies nearby. She looks back at Saeko, feeling the weight of the rifle in hand, a sharpened knife taped to the barrel, sees the dropped katana out of Saeko's reach.
"Can I get some help?" Saeko pleads, blushing heavily as tiny squeaks and moans escape her from the zombie's assault on her panties.
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