Leave now to look for the cure.

Slipping back out of the house, you start to make your way down the street, looking for any sign of other survivors.

As nightfall nears, you can hear the Infected moving about in the city, somewhere in the distance, you hear the lustful scream of an Infected who's spotted prey. For a moment, you wonder if its a man, and therefore a potential source of the cure, but you quickly realize that even if you could find whoever it is, its unlikely that they will be in a position to provide you with any untainted cum.

A few minutes later, as you approach an intersection, you momentarily see a light in a window. Almost as soon as you see it, you head for the house.

When you reach the door, you wonder what you should do. Somehow, knocking just dosnt seem appropriate during the Apocalypse.

Shrugging to yourself, you reach out, knocking on the door.