Why would this girl, who hadapparently come back to life, want to go back to being dead? It made nosense to me. However as I watched...the associate a...pproach theunconscious man on the other gurney and draw a gun from his waistband, Isuddenly had a very bad idea of what the scientist meant.Apparently, the girl understood what he meant as well because she hadjust enough time to scream, "NO!" before the gun roared and the back ofthe man's head exploded in a spray of blood, gore, and gray. Those lips. I couldn't help but stare longer. Something was different. I was seeing my sister through the eyes of a man. Then I felt it. My cock twitched. Blood began to run to my groin. It was so different than being excited as a girl! I felt more warm blood throb into my cock. I grabbed myself with my hand. I began to stroke my thick dick, my eyes still lustily searching my sisters sleeping body. This was terribly wrong, but I couldn't help it. I wanted her. Feeling brave, I walked into the. He then asked me if I had plans. I admitted that I did not have plans, as I had found it difficult to make friends in such a small town. Before I knew what I was saying, I asked him to stay for a drink. He agreed and we settled down on the couch, with a glass of wine each. We got talking, and spoke about everything. The topics ranged from stupid Youtube videos to politics. After a few wines, I started to ask him questions about what was in the bag. He started to blush, which caused me to push. “Probably. It depends on whether or not the zombie apocalypse has started or not.”The room had been noisy, but it suddenly got quite as every head turned to stare at me.“Let’s talk about that,” I said. “What do we know about zombies?”I got blank looks.“Anybody?” I prompted.“They aren’t real,” came a voice from the back.“How do we know?” I asked. “None of you have ever seen a quark, but they’re real.”Spending half an hour on discussing the science of why zombies (as commonly described) could not.