156 The Wicked Woman

The strange call for help sounded kind of ethereal on the empty street. The dead silence gave everyone goosebumps.

This was definitely not a victim.

As the sound got closer, the group turned another corner, and suddenly found a woman standing alone in the middle of the moss-filled street.

The woman or creature was standing lively in the middle of the road, completely naked. She had snowy white, soft skin, a perfect figure, straight long thighs, and very long hair. Her black smooth hair hang all the way down to her plump ass, somehow not matching the extreme circumstances of the apocalypse.

If not for her hands, they would have mistaken her for a real human, a beautiful woman who could make one’s blood boil.