He said nothing.
He did nothing.
The women fought, and he watched, and the zombie army fell.
It lasted twenty minutes.
When the last zombie lord collapsed, when the last common zombie stopped twitching, when the street was silent except for the dripping of fluids and the settling of dust, they collapsed.
All of them.
The mother sat down on the asphalt, her thick body slumping against a wrecked car, her enormous tits heaving, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.
The daughter fell onto her back, her small body sprawled on the road, her dark eyes staring at the sky, her chest rising and falling with the shallow, rapid breathing of exhaustion.
Soha leaned against a wall, her pregnant belly cradled, her dark skin dripping with sweat, her legs trembling, her dark eyes half-closed.
The succubus sat on a curb, her golden wings drooping, her enormous pale tits hanging, her tail limp on the ground, her golden eyes dim with fatigue.
