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The undead lurch, drag knuckles, bray like rabid dogs. They walk upright determined, returned to the land of the living by a magic ooze. They have a plan. Vengeance. And it calls on a mistress from long ago. The zombies are cold, calculating beasts without compassion. Dead, lifeless eyes that stare into a hazy future; arms, legs and pricks direct actions spastically plundering her body into a 3-holed vessel of piss and cum.