Ground floor flats

Against every rational reason, you decide to head down the corridor and search the ground floor flats. You reach about half way down the hallway before the few infected milling about notice you, rousing themselves from their activities. Their deep ochre yellow eyes unsettle you, toothy white grins spreading on their faces. One of them outstretches her bloody hand and points at you.

"Another oooone! Must... Not let... Escape! Waaarm hooooles..." He speaks in a gutteral tone.

"Fuuuuuck... Hooooles..." another one moans, her hands disengaging themselves from playing with her pussy.

This was a bad idea.

You swivel on your heel and turn around to leave, but it's too late; two of them exit from one of the apartments, blocking your way back.

This was a very bad idea.

You only have a split moment to think of a way to escape, and you think you may have found a way. One of the apartments near to where you're standing seems to be slightly open, though the door seems severely battered. Regardless it's your only way out of here. You take the opportunity, and break into a sprint towards it. The infected likewise break into sprint to rush over there before you do, but you swing the door open and slam it behind you, their bodies hitting the door with their momentum. You hold the door as they bash themselves against it, groaning and moaning in frustration at letting their prey get away. It's not long before they get distracted and start fucking each other; you can hear their sounds of sex, so you decide it's safe to walk away from the door. There's an overturned desk in the hallway, so you use it to barricade the door, just in case.

... And that's where you freeze. In your rush to get to safety, you did not realise that this apartment was already occupied. A lone silhouette stands in front of you. A young woman who looks eerily familiar to you, yet you can't put your finger on it... whomever they were, they are bereft of their humanity now, as they shuffle towards you, their arms ready to react to anything you might do, their face full of lust. Their clothes are tattered and hanging on to her body on a thread. A deep festering gash on their shoulder tells you how they succumbed to the infection. You hope you won't end up the same way, but this situation is not stacked in your favour.

She lunges at you with her claws, but you manage to sidestep her attack; you'd like to think it was on purpose, but you know you were just lucky. You strike at her with your fist, but it glances, striking a large pustule on her back; the pus covering your hand. It burns like acid, and you clutch your hand in agony, but you realise it's over. As if in slow motion, you see her her arm backhand at you, grazing you, but before you can react her teeth are already clenched down on your shoulder. You struggle with her, her body clinging onto you like a leech. She pushes you to the wall, her arms pinning yours. You struggle some more, but it's pointless now. You can already feel yourself going feverish, although it might have something to do with the warm body currently grinding against you, her bites turning into rough kisses that leave stains of blood on your neck. You feel wrong and sick being aroused by this, but you're suddenly finding her a lot more sexy, as if she were releasing some sort of pheromone that you just can't get enough of. She gazes into your eyes with half lowered eyelids and a grin that shows of her sharp teeth.

"Fuuuuck meeeee... Fuuuuck hooooles..." she moans, her wet crotch thrusting against yours.

"Fuuuuck..." is all you manage to say, your mind already gone while you weren't looking. If you weren't currently occupied with lifting your new lover up onto your cock and against the wall, you would have noticed that your skin has turned a dull soot grey, with clusters of bile colored pustules breaking out all over your body, your fingers turning into claws, and your eyes turning a deep shade of ochre yellow. But you don't care much about how you look anymore. You care more about satisfying your never ending hunger for sex, and the pussy currently being punded and crying out in exctasy will be your first meal of many.

With a mighty thrust you pound her against the wall, your cock shooting an explosive load of cum into her, causing her to tightly grip at you as she orgasms, her squeal so satisfying to your ears.

You end up fucking her immediatly again after that, and again after that; and again, and again, and again, until you both reach the rarely seen limit of the infected libido, both your bodies crashing to the floor in exhaustion.

When you awake you no doubt will fuck again, but for now you dream of sucking cocks, suckling on teats, and filling holes.