With all the magic, all the weapons, all the diverse advantages the races had together, they'd have been able to stop a mindless horde. Now? Things have gone to shit. Whether it was infighting at the highest levels or just the sheer speed at which the infection spread, the world was in shambles. And speaking of shambles... Shambling hordes of humans, elves, orcs, and all manner of other races and species mixed in the streets, constantly on the lookout for new prey.

There were plenty of survivors, sure; but the races only divided themselves, fought each other, brought doom to their communities. It was for that very reason I stayed well away from others. It was lonely, sure, but better lonely than a target.

That was, until I ran across a woman in trouble. My survival instincts could not outweigh my empathy, and I dove forward into the fray, snatched the would-be victim, and ran.

An elf. A pretty one at that. Most elves looked like they never left their 20's, but I'd have bet she was barely a day over 19. I couldn't just leave her. So I took her home. And she took me to bed.

Now, I'm not so sure what I was thinking, because this is becoming... A habit. Save the girl, invite them into my fortified apartment building, and fuck them senseless. My impromptu harem is getting larger, and our problems are too.

Will I be able to keep us all alive and well, or are some of my new friends going to make sacrifices for the rest of us? Only time will tell..

Dm me to discuss! I'm alright with playing either a human male or an orc, gathering up some companions in a long term survivalist setting where the only thing worse than a zombie is the survivors.

Limits: toiletplay, filthplay, sounding.

Anything not on that list may be on the table, just ask!