The Diapered and The Dead Ch. 2

All the positive feedback on the first chapter was great! Thanks everyone.

So for those of you on board for more, cheers! Welcome back I’m glad I didn’t scare you away. Yes this is a Zombie story, it will at times be a little graphic so if that’s not your thing consider yourself warned. To be honest there isn’t much diaper content in this next chapter, but there will be soon I promise. In fact while this story will at times be a tad violent. It will primarily focus on the standard themes that the stories on this board share, but we’ve got to get there first, and like all good Zombie horror story’s getting there may prove fatal for some.

Now on to chapter. 2…

The Diapered and The Dead Ch. 2

What happened next was nothing short of a horrific nightmare beyond anything Fran Halloway had ever seen. It happened in a blur of terror and fear as the class let out a collected gasp of shock at their teacher’s attack.

At once the bus driver sprang into action. His portly sweat-stained figure coming to the aid of Ms. Smith; only it was too late as more of them came out of nowhere and the putrid stench of death filled the air. Shambling toward the promise of fresh meat they surrounded the bus driver despite his efforts to return to the bus. Ms. Smith was gone. Victim to the first monster’s feeding frenzy and now there were more. All hope seemed lost.

Fran watched along with the rest of her class as the Bus Driver fell to his knees and the creatures fell upon him. Reaching out toward the students on the bus as the first of the monsters bit in to his massive shoulder he managed to call out one final command to the shocked senior class.

“RUUUUUUNN!” he cried followed by an agonizing wail of pain as the creatures torn him limb from limb and feasted on his dying body. His corpse fell to the street with a grotesque splatter and like hungry vultures more creatures appeared out of the corn stalks for supper.

A wave of panic seemed to wash over the bus then as the twisted reality of the situation set in for the students. Chaos broke out as the hysteria took hold and one girl let out a scream so loud it nearly burst Fran’s ear drum. Others were crying now yet above the commotion and despair a level headed voice called out.

“Everyone stay claim,” said the voice of a male student momentarily subduing the craziness of it all. “We’ve got to get off of the bus and into the fields across the street; we can exit through the back, come on.”

“Why the hell should we listen to you?” Came another student voice, familiar yet Fran couldn’t place it.

“Is anyone’s phone working? I can’t get a signal out here” said a girls voice this time and with that all attempt at order fell apart. There were too many chiefs and not enough Indians.

Fran had seen thousands of horror movies over the years. Her older brother had instilled a love of all things dark and twisted in her at an early age. Yet somehow this was different. She couldn’t take her eyes off the scene outside her window as her classmates argued and shuffled about behind her. As her own thoughts came back to her and the sight of it all settled into her mind she knew at once what was going on.

These weren’t creatures or monsters from some backwoods farm house, they were humans, dead and rotten. They were Zombies and they were currently at work eating her biology teacher and the bus driver within maybe twenty feet of Fran and the rest of her class.

The realization came to her and for a moment she was certain she was in a dream. Maybe she’d somehow managed to fall asleep on the bus. Never the less she couldn’t move. Her body was frozen at the window her eyes unwilling to leave the horrific site before them.

"Go, Go, Go! "came the first voice again. The back door of the bus was open and one by the class was making their escape from the metal death trap they’d suddenly found themselves in.

Still Fran could not will herself to look away. She was the queen of the Goth’s at Eagle Ridge High School death and gore meant nothing to her, she’d dreamt this dream a hundred times before. Why was now going to be any different?

One of the Zombies looked up from the feast then, it’s mouth red and dripping as it’s bloodshot eyes met Fran’s and only then did the true terror take hold of her. She took a deep breath and realized this wasn’t a dream at all.

A chill ran down her spine as if it held the key to the flood gate that was her bladder. Unlocked, she felt the warm sensation of urine soak through the panties she’d been wearing under her plaid red schoolgirl skirt and roll down the inside of her legs.

She felt the wetness with her hands as she fell away from the window on to the seat. Pressing her legs together only caused a large wet patch to appear across the front of her skirt. Suddenly Fran was much more aware of the rest of her class as they hurriedly made their way toward the back of the bus.

“Fran come on we’ve got to go” said her friend Sophia the only member of her click still on board the school bus now.

“I pissed myself” said Fran in a half whisper of disbelief.

“Come on, we’re running out of time” said Sophia resolving to make her way off the bus whether Fran was coming or not.

Following her friend Fran got to her feet. Her thighs seemed to slide across one and other with the dampness of her accident but that didn’t matter now. She needed to get off the damn bus.

For a moment it seemed as though they we’re in the clear. Fran heard shouts of “Stick together” and “This way!” as the group made its way along the road attempting to get as far away from bus as possible.

It was then that she noticed the sun and how it hung low in the sky above them. It was going to set soon; they needed to get back to the highway and fast.

She was on the verge of making that exact statement when a scream let out from the front of the group. It was one of the underclassman boy’s. More screaming filled the air as the students shoot off in all manner of different directions. As the scene cleared Fran saw the boy under the hefty weight of another Zombie who’d seemingly burst through the corn rows and attacked.

The boy’s cries turned into a gurgle as the Zombie chewed on his throat. Another student attempted to save the poor boy only to fall victim himself.

The students Ms. Smith’s senior honor’s biology class bolted in hundred different directions then. Fran saw the jock’s take the lead as the bulk of her fellow classmates fell in behind Corey Weatherman and Jeff Meyers leaving the outcasts like her and poor fat Maxwell Camp to their fates along the lone back country road.

Fran did not wait this time. Instead she darted after Sophia into the Corn field for cover knowing their best change was to find a farm house of some kind. The two girls ran as fast as they could down the rows of corn stalks and dirt trials. In the distance Fran could hear the sounds of her other classmates and more screams.

When all that faded away the pair finally stopped to catch their breath for a moment.

“I think I peed my pants” said Sophia, examining the giant wet patch on the front of her ripped jeans.

“Yeah,” replied Fran between gasps of air. “So did I”

“Fuck” said Sophia then. “What do we do now?”

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Don’t feel the need to promise diaper content. Anyone that reads this story for diapers is dumb and not important enough to bother worrying about pleasing. You’ve got a really promising thing building up here and I’m curious to see what you do with it.

Pro’s and cons:

+The tone of the story is maintained throughout the chapter. It’s a zombie story and that means scary, you succeeded.
-I don’t believe that zombie needs to be capitalized, I could be wrong though.
+I feel like given time with your characters I’ll become invested with them enough to feel sad if/when they die.
-A few minor spelling/grammar foibles. They didn’t ruin the chapter, just letting you know they’re there.
+You’ve made zombies interesting to me again, for whatever that’s worth.

To sum up, you’re doing well and I look forward to reading more. Make sure you keep the focus more on the story aspect of this and less on the diaper aspect. The story is your hero and the diapers are your backup dancers, don’t feel obligated to rush into diapers and stuff because you think that’s what your audience wants. :slight_smile: Seriously, good work so far!

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Thanks again for the comments and critiques.

Reading it back over I do see many of the grammar and spelling errors you mentioned. Yikes, this should have been proofed better :-[

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Don’t worry about it, you did better than a lot of stories I’ve read on here. None of the errors that I saw made the story less interesting or coherent. :slight_smile:

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I’ve always loved zombie stories and movies. Everything from 80’s zombie movies (and before) to zombie Star Wars. Dementia’s Knight is right; you shouldn’t worry about diaper content at this point since you’re still building this wonderful horror story world. But I do find myself wondering exactly HOW you will introduce diapers.

Great job! Can’t wait for more!

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Glad to see this continue. I think you have the makings of a good story, maybe just check for typos and such, but other than that I’m enjoying it.


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I’ll also agree with Dementia’s Knight Diapers are not meant to be the main draw of a story like this they’re simply seasoning to the main dish so to speak. Great story so far all I can say is more please.

Re: The Diapered and The Dead Ch. 2

Thanks again everybody.

I’m hoping to post more this coming weekend but before I do, I’d like to direct you all back to the first chapter. I’d like to think I laid a lot of the ground work for the characters there, and it might just be worth going over again if you get lost at anytime :wink: