Go for your knife

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Ragged shirt, Jeans

Your Inventory: Sheath Knife

With one hand, you attempt to hold the Infected off, even as your other hand grasps for your knife. As you grab the hilt, however, the Infected succeeds at ripping your pants down, leaving them around your knees.

You frantically stab upwards with the knife, aiming for the Infected's side, but it rolls away, then grabs your shoulders and slams your head against the unforgiving asphalt. Stunned, you flop backwards, stars swimming in your vision, your knife slipping from your suddenly limp hand. The Infected takes the opportunity to ram its' cock into your dry pussy.

You howl in pain at the abrupt intrusion of the massive member, lubricated only by a bit of rainwater. It begins pistoning in and out, ignoring your cries of pain. Even as your mind rebels against this newest ****, your body betrays you, your pussy beginning to seep fluids, tingles of warmth forming deep in your loins. Your already-hard nipples tighten even more, becoming sensitive nubs, small jolts of electric jot shooting from them every time a cold raindrop hits one.

You need to get this thing off you before it cums, but you're not sure if you have the will to.