Holy Shit! The president is immune!

It hit me like a freight train when he left. He was immune! He must be immune to the Zombie virus or whatever it was. It was my cum that started the whole thing. It made Harper into this Zombie. Then she used my cum to make our neighbor Hanna into a Zombie too. And from there it just sort of spread out of control. To the point where I now had no estimate for how many individuals was affected even. Hundreds? Maybe thousands? Last I counted it was 13, but the addition of the Suit Zombies was significant. I could confidentially guess that there were more I didn't know about.

But the president had gulped down my cum. From his daughter's pussy. Or at least I think so. I had my eyes closed the whole time, so it may be possible he spit it out. But still. If he swallowed, and stayed normal for such a long time. That was weird. I was certain. The president was immune! He had to be. This was such a groundbreaking discovery. If he was immune. Maybe.... I stared thinking. Maybe we can use his blood to find a cure? It was like a holy grail of hope just appeared right under my nose. Oh fuck. What a roller-coaster this had been. Absolute nerve wrecker. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows just in one day. And this really was my first high point. It was my first in a long time.

I looked at Kelly and my relief and good vibes seemed to transfer to her like a disease. She beamed a bright smile back at me. It was like she was just happy I was happy, even if she had no idea what it was about. It was like a toddler being happy their parent were happy. It was weird. I just wanted to test something.

"Hey Kelly, did.... did you try feeding your dad... umm... something, before coming here with him?" I asked. I couldn't articulate it very well since I didn't know exactly what they used to turn people into Zombies other than my cum. And they had used something other than my cum. I had seen it, during the parade to this mansion.

To my surprise Kelly nodded at me. "Did... did you know that the cum would not affect him the same way it did... umm... others?" I asked. She put her index finger to her chin, signaling she was mulling it over in her mind. Or not. I didn't know what the hell was going on in her head. But it was clear she wanted me to get the impression that she was considering it, even if she may not really be doing that.

After her short pause, there was a slow nod. Good god. This was huge. They knew about immune individuals. And now, so did I. It was a shining beacon of hope for me. I wanted to cling to that hope, for my own sanity.