Ignore it

You aren't about to check out a noise coming from a room. You've seen enough horror movies to know it was a bad idea. You walk over to the main door, it is thin and made of rotting wood. You couldn't resist, and you opened the door to peek outside.

You crouched down by the door and opened it just enough for you to be able to peak out without any risk of being seen. You could hear nothing other than birds nearby, no cars or people. It made you feel very uncomfortable. You couldn't see a single person, and for a moment, you wondered if you were the only person left in the city, but that thought didn't stay for long.

You saw a door suddenly open down the street, it was so fast and forceful that you flinched slightly from the shock of it. You watched a woman exit the house with a frustrated look, angrily slamming the door behind her.

You felt your pants tighten as you got a good view of her as she walked away, her ass jiggling with each step as she slowly faded.

"What the fuck” you said, closing the door before pushing some things in front of it as a makeshift barricade. As you returned upstairs, you couldn't help but think about what was happening.

A sudden outbreak of an unknown virus causes men to die and women to change into that. You got hard thinking about the woman you saw, her thick body, the way her every movement seemed to ooze seductiveness.

You gently stroke your hard cock through your underwear, thinking about it before you suddenly stop worrying about what might happen if you do. Frustrated, you decided to occupy yourself by sorting out your apartment. You shifted a lot of crap downstairs to add to the barricade and decided to check out the other apartments.

Many of them were empty other than a few rats scurrying about on the floor; when you got to the one on the ground floor, you found a sizable hole in the wall. Looking through it, you could see the streets; they were still abandoned, but it was easy for you to look out without anyone being able to see you.

Days went by, and you started to develop a routine. Each morning, you would wake up, carefully make your way downstairs, and check the entrance to see if it was still holding. You would then make your way over to your spy hole, where you had placed a piece of wood to stop outside from looking in.

Next, you would go around the other rooms and do your best to clean them, it was tedious and challenging, but you had nothing else to do since your phone had died after three days. Occasionally, you would see a breathtaking woman walking by completely naked; you struggled to contain yourself watching them walk by each day. They looked as if they were looking for something; more than once, you saw a woman enter a house and, after a while, storm out frustrated.

"What were they looking for?"

To make matters worse, you never saw anyone who looked like an average person or any guys during all this time. Your food situation isn't great either; after three weeks, you started running out of food and water. Already you were eating raw noodles as you had no way to boil water.

The woman you saw leaving houses never seemed to take anything; maybe you should leave here and raid them to take whatever you could. It would buy you more time until help arrived; you haven't seen too many girls outside and never more than in a pair.

The risk was worth the reward since you would rather die fucking a bimbo than starve to ****. A few days later, you finally ran out of noodles and were down to your last three water bottles.

Tomorrow morning you have **** but to go out and explore the nearby houses, but sleep won't come easy. Each night you would sleep on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as your cock stood high under the sheets. You had never had a girlfriend, so the only pleasure you knew was jerking off and seeing all those women was slowly driving you crazy.