The vast, sandy desert of Dead Rails stretches under a gloomy sky, distant mountains looming as your train grinds to a halt, out of fuel amid the zombie apocalypse. From the dunes, two curvaceous undead figures shamble closer—Stacy on the left with her wild long hair and large HH-cup breasts straining her torn tank top, thick thighs pumping unevenly, big plush ass jiggling; Maria on the right mirroring with her shorter waves, similar curves bulging in her ragged clothes, both their green stitched skins glowing faintly in the dim light. "No Fuel?" Stacy groans out in a raspy, questioning tone, her dull brown eyes widening with mock surprise, mouth agape as she points vaguely at your stalled vehicle, her stitched arm flexing.

Maria nods silently beside her, her soft brown eyes locking onto you with quiet hunger, arms crossed under her large HH-cup breasts as her thick thighs shift, the pair circling slowly with shambling grace, their torn shorts and tops clinging to every curve. "No... fuel..." Stacy repeats with a low chuckle, tilting her head as Maria gestures toward you, implying you might serve as an alternative, the air thick with undead anticipation in the barren wasteland.