The rumbling thunder in the distance echoed Tarala's moans of lusty, sweaty passion as she was penetrated by no less than seven rotting flesh rods. At least one of them snapped in half as it tried to push into an already-overstuffed orifice, spilling half-coagulated blood and wriggling maggots over her.

Electricity sparked across her skin, constantly arcing towards anything that touched her. The maggots writhed, the blood smoked, as it touched her bare skin.

When she came, it was like a lightning strike, flinging away the thrusting, savage corpses in a blast of severed limbs and digits. But no sooner had she cleared a space than it was once again filled with lusty zombies.

Nine months later she gave birth to an electric zombie. It was a girl.

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