Fight it off

Status: Uninfected

Your Equipment: Battered sandals, Ragged Panties, Tattered tank-top, Tattered shorts, Hunting Knife

Your Inventory: Canned food (4), Bottled Water (11), Flashlight, Batteries (2), Duct Tape (3'), Twine (30'), Blanket, Tattered Sundresses (2), Ragged Panties (3), Remnants of Bra, Cabin Keys

You take a brief second to shuck your pack to the side, grimacing at the sound of tearing fabric, then take advantage of the Infected's lackluster hold flip over on your back. It looks up at you for a brief instant, then goes back to clawing at your shorts. As you feel more material give way, you slide backwards a few feet, this time catching the Infected's attention as its' prey is suddenly not beneath it.

Before it can scramble after you, you brace yourself on the ground, and aim a hasty two-legged kick at its' face. Fear and adrenalin make your aim shaky, and the blow doesn't land as true as you would like. Your left foot impacts the Infected's face, its' flesh cold beneath your bare sole, but your right goes wide, your sandal impacting its' shoulder with a thump. The Infected keens, reeling backwards from your kick.

It's the opening you needed, and you scramble to your feet. Anger finally begins to overtake fear, driving you to kill this thing before it can **** another person, to end its' miserable existence forever. You aim another kick at the resilient bastard's face, knocking it to the ground. As it lands, hard, on its' back, it finally occurs to you that you have a knife on your hip, and your hand reaches for it even as you dive after the Futa. As you land on it, your right knee slams into its' rigid cock and balls, and it howls again, as you crash forward, fighting to pin it even as your knife clears its' sheath.

It pushes back, hard, but you manage to hang on, pressing lower against it, feeling its' massive cock rubbing against your stomach and waist. A more primal part of you reacts to that, your pussy moistening slightly even as your rational mind fights for survival, but its' an urge easily ignored. Your knife hand rises, then falls, stabbing into the Infected even as it squirms and struggles to get free. You stab it repeatedly, feeling it weaken each time the blade pierces its' flesh, until it finally lies still.

You stagger to your feet, panting, watching for any other Infected coming your way, but see nothing. A few minutes later, shock sets in, the horror of what you've seen and done dragging you to your knees, the fear and anger of the last several minutes draining you. You slump to the ground and sob. This is the first time you've killed, and you'd imagined something much less human than that.

When you finally pull yourself together, twilight has come, the forest cast in eerie shadows by the rising moon. You sit upright, taking a brief inventory of yourself in the dim light of the moon. While you can feel the numerous scrapes and bruises from the day's struggles, everything still moves alright, and nothing seems broken. Your clothing, however, is definitely the worse for wear. The Futa did a number on your shorts, and large patches of flesh show through the massive holes it ripped in the material. The front of your tank top fared a bit better, though not much, as there are several new gashes in the front of it. Your left nipple sticks out through one, the hardened nub standing out against the band of pale flesh revealed by the 4 inch slit in the material. It's then you realize your bra didn't survive the slide, and you pull its' remnants out from beneath your tank-top. The left strap is destroyed, and the clasp busted, rendering it unwearable. It gets stuffed in your pack for the moment.

You grab your pack, and stumble back up the hill towards the cabin, pausing along the way to grab your other sandal. A cursory glance reveals the ankle strap snapped, but the rest of it is still intact, and you slip it on. As you stagger by the dead Infected, a slight glint, downhill and away from where you just came, catches your eye through the trees. It doesn't seem to be close by, but may still be worth investigating.