Page 9 of Property of Zombie

Glancing back at the plaque, I note that her name is Sarabi. “Hi, pretty girl,” I croon.

Sarabi circles around Leo, and I watch them intently. It’s clear that there’s a bond between the two giant cats, and they’re incredible to observe. I’m about to walk away and continue on my search for Michael when a noise catches my attention.

What the fuck?

Leo and Sarabi don’t appear bothered, but they do move away from me to prowl their surroundings. Their attention is focused on a rock wall on the opposite side of the enclosure, so I follow the path to see what it is that I’m hearing.

“Fuck me,” a woman pleads, and my interest piques.

I pick up my pace, and a roar fills the air.

“Jesus, they’re gonna⁠—”

“Shut up,” the woman snaps as the sound of slapping flesh reaches my ears. “If you stop, Leo and Sarabi will be the least of your worries.”

When I round the corner, my eyes widen, and my jaw drops at the sight that greets me. The man’s pants are around his knees, and his bare ass is on display. The woman he has pinned against a large rock has her legs wrapped around his hips as he tries to maintain some sort of pace to ‘fuck’ her like she demanded.

I recognize the emerald-green dress that’s bunched around her waist and grin. Stepping up to the fencing, I lean against it. I know the polite thing to do would be to walk away, but no one has ever accused me of being polite, so I do the only thing I can do…

I watch.