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“Let’s head back home,” Mallory responded, “I.. I need to see how my family’s doing, whether or not they are..”

Mallory trailed off without finishing the sentence. She couldn’t bring herself to think about her family being turned into sex addicted zombies.

They drove the rest of the way back to town in silence. Miles took the back way to their houses, avoiding Main Street and the commercial areas as they were probably crawling with zombies based on how fast Mallory had seen the virus spread. Miles and Mallory lived within a couple blocks of one another, so it was no trouble to get both of them to their houses.

Miles turned onto Mallory’s street first. Mallory started out the window at what yesterday morning had been a normal sight. Now it was almost unrecognizable. Articles of clothing littered the street and puddles of clearish liquid stained it. Farther up the street Mallory could see two people fucking in a front lawn, although it was too far away for her to make out who they were. Miles pulled the car up into Mallory’s driveway, alongside her sister’s car. This didn’t mean anything about how her sister was; her sister took the bus to her job since she had trouble finding parking there. Her open front door however did not bode as well.

As Mallory went to get out of the car, Miles turned to her.

“Hey, are you sure you want to split up? I can come with you then check on my family after.”

Mallory shook her head.

“I’ll be fine,” Mallory replied. She pointed to a shovel her father had left leaning against the porch frame after planting a tree. “I’ll bring protection.”

“Make sure you make them wear it,” Miles responded with a half smile.

Mallory appreciated him trying to make light of the situation and returned the smile. With that, Miles backed the car up and drove away to his own house. Miles would be back in 30 minutes, if either of them were still sane by then.

Taking a deep breath, Mallory picked up the shovel and entered her house. Mallory didn’t make it very far before red flags started to appear. The kitchen counter was soaked in a mysterious creamy liquid that was dripping off it onto the floor. Mallory couldn’t deny the fact that this probably meant someone had had sex there and been turned. The question was was it one of her family members, and were they still around if so.

“Hello,” Mallory yelled out into her house.

As Mallory stood at the edge of her kitchen, she considered turning back and fleeing from her house. She had yelled out, if a not infected person was there, they would have heard it. Mallory continued to just stand there, thinking about how she should really leave now before she got jumped by a zombie.