Chase it down

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Ragged shirt, Jeans

Your Inventory: Sheath Knife

There's no time to waste. If you want to kill this thing, now's your opportunity. You turn to chase it down, only to nearly fall on your face again, your feet tangled in your jeans. Swearing, you kick your feet free of your jeans, then take off after the limping Infected.

You dash across the asphalt, barely noticing the pain in your feet as they slap against the cold, wet asphalt. Wisps of steam rise from your hot skin as icy raindrops continue to pound you. More Infected cum leaks from your battered pussy, running down your legs to mix with the rainwater running down your nearly-naked body. You cut a path through the immobile cars, focused on the Infected ahead of you.

You watch as the Infected turns off the road, disappearing into the brush. You charge after it, slipping and nearly falling as you transition from solid asphalt to freezing mud. You catch your balance and continue to run, ignoring the stinging slaps of branches against your bare skin.

A few moments go by, your pulse pounding in your ears, your breathing coming in increasingly ragged gasps. After a few minutes, you're **** to slow to a walk, your legs burning. Looking around, you can't see the Infected, or, for that matter, much of anything. Inside the treeline, there is nearly no light, and you can barely make out the trees closest to you. All you can see of the Infected path is a few footprints and broken branches, illuminated by the erratic, eerie flashes of lightning that irregularly erupt in the sky.

You stand, trying to catch your breath, and consider your options. In the dark, confined space of the forest, the Infected has the upper hand, even wounded. Worse, looking down at yourself, you realize you're really not equipped for this kind of hunt. All you have is the shredded remnants of your shirt, which doesn't have a hope of covering you, and your knife. Your nipples stand at attention, hardened to points by their exposure to the cold air and freezing rain. Infected cum and your juices are still slick on your thighs, mixed with rainwater.

This really wasn't a good idea, in hindsight. However, you're here, and you have a trail you can follow.