It's a woman.

You don’t believe your eyes at first but there she is: a young woman curled up against the wreck of an ancient car, making a smacking sound while she greedily devours the leftovers of your supper. You are not sure but it seems she is healthy. There is nothing to indicate some sort of mutation, nothing on the outside that could make you think of her as a threat. Still, you decide to be cautious. There’s no telling what surprises may be in store in this new world for those not careful enough. Ever so slowly, you reach for your rifle, hoping you won’t be **** to use it.

Suddenly, the girl lifts her head up and looks in your direction. Startled, you stay motionless for a few seconds and watch as she tries to pierce the darkness with her sight. The stranger gets back to her feet very quietly. Although she heard you move, it doesn’t seem she can see you’re awake. Afraid that she might leave, you wave your hand shyly.

The girl, now certain that you are no longer asleep, turns around and runs off as fast as she can. You forget all about caution and jump out of the car to pursue her.

“Hey, wait!” you call out but to no avail. “Wait goddammit!”

You chase her through the quiet streets of a dead town, through dark alleyways, abandoned homes, empty shops and roads full of wrecked vehicles. When you begin to feel tired you start wondering how long she can keep this pace up. It seems as though fear has given her all the stamina she needs to escape you. Just then she takes a wrong turn and finds herself in a dead end street. You catch her the moment she slows down and both of you fall to the ground.

The girl screams and fights furiously as you try to calm her down and - even as you struggle to keep her small fists away from your face - you can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. Her big, brown eyes show that she is afraid but it is defiance that they express most clearly. Her creamy white skin is soft to the touch and her very short, black hair gives her a boyish look. As her strong and supple body wriggles beneath yours, you cop a feel of her firm breasts (C cup; you’re sure of that) covered only by a worn and torn, tan tank top. While she tries to wrestle out of your arms you can feel her perfect round ass rubbing against your crotch through the fabric of her tattered jeans, quickly giving you a hard-on.

“Calm down! I won’t hurt you!” you try to convince her, even as you realize how badly you want her. “Just calm down!”

Your erect member pressed against her ass cheeks certainly doesn’t make your words worthy of belief.

“No! Let go! Get off me!” the girl shouts.

She has a strong Slavic accent. She may be of Russian or Ukrainian descent.

You are caught off guard as the stranger’s heel connects with your family jewels. You’ll suffer no serious injury, certainly, but it is painful enough for you to release the girl. She gets back on her feet nimbly and runs towards the exit of the alley... which is suddenly cut off by Mallory.

It’s probably your shouting that woke him up. Just in time... again.

Your teammate is about your height - 6 feet and 2 inches tall - so you can easily tell the girl’s height by comparing her to Mallory’s. She’s about 5’8” tall, slender yet athletic build.

As you get up and face them you can see your friend is wearing only his trousers and a gun holster. The handgun in his hand is enough to make the girl forget about the escape route he’s guarding. She looks around frantically but finds no other way out. As you and Mallory close in on her you notice the bulge in his pants and the look in his eyes. He’s trying hard to control his lust. The girl sees this as well... in both of you.

Mallory looks at you. He doesn’t utter a word but the question is obvious.