He could hear things...

Gunfire off in the distance. Hours passed before he could move again, the pleasure had him locked into place atop the barbed-wire fence. He was perfectly positioned on the top of a fence post, precariously placed so that even the slightest issue could send him falling toward the ground. His arousal throbbed between his legs as his mind went back to his last death, the feelings and the emotions that ran through his little form.

Though now, he was ready to move. Carefully he made his way along the wire, moving around each barb and ignoring his body's now-natural impulse for pain and displeasure. When he got toward the center of the wire he looked down, his heart pulsing in his chest as he tried to figure out if this was even a good idea...

He let his legs dangle, and dropped.

The wire below came quickly. The little one snagged it in passing, whimpering in a strange mix of pleasure and pain as he felt his arms rip upward. The wire moved down enough that he could drop once more - Which he did...

He was sure he could survive the fall if he did plummet, but he was much larger than normal in comparison to his surrounding. At his smaller sizes he never had to worry about impact since his terminal velocity and body size made injury either impossible or negligent from a flat fall. Now though, he'd likely hurt himself severely if he fell at his current size.

Another drop, another strange and painful success...

Then he heard her...

Her breath was somewhat raspy as she approached. She looked to be a zombie, but only part of her body had succumbed to whatever virus was there. It seemed to only affect the right side of her body, the left side of which still looked fairly alive. It didn't matter if she was sentient or simply a shambling corpse though, she had her single blue eye locked onto his little form... She looked hungry...

As Mat gripped onto his wire, she grabbed high above. Her hand tugged the wire down as her 'zombified' hand came to rest on the wire below. The little one's right leg slipped from where he held on, his left foot still holding on as his little arms struggled to keep him from falling...

Her tongue slipped under the foot that was dangling, her breath washed over him as she leaned forward with her mouth wide open. He felt as her tongue lifted him slightly, forcing his left foot to fall free as he went to lay flat atop her waiting tongue. It dripped with saliva, his arousal pressed into the tastebuds causing him a massive wave of pleasure. The muscle slipped around his legs, pulling them forward as her humanesque teeth came around his back...

He could feel her lower teeth come over his legs, closing around him. His refusal to fall made his death even more gruesome as her mouth closed around the wire, trapping him inside. She pulled back, her upper teeth coming over the top of the wire while her lower set of teeth went underneath. It folded him over the wire, and the simple force of her head pulling back split the tiny creature in two at the abdomen. As her lips passed the wire, only a few strings of dripping blood and gore remained.

Both Mathew's lower half and upper half now lay bleeding in her mouth, and she began to chew... The light was never fully gone inside her mouth as the right side of her face was completely missing her cheek. Anyone viewing from outside would be able to see his fate as he was ripped to pieces beneath her human-side's molars.

A few bites, then he slid back down her throat and into her stomach... Still barely alive, his spirit fading quickly before he was discarded into the acid of her stomach. Her name was Ayah, and she was indeed sentient... Constantly fighting between her infected urges and conscious mind, only partially immune from the disease...