Move to cover and let them pass.

Seeing the Infected, "To the porch," You gesture towards a nearby house.

For a second, Brittany looks like she's going to protest, but then she nods, heading in the direction you indicated.

You stay in the street for a couple more seconds, watching the Infected down the street before following your daughter.

When you reach the porch, Brittany is already crouched beside it, mostly hidden behind a large garbage can with a deserted car obstructing most of the view from the road.

Crouching behind her, shielding her with your body, you cant help but breathe in her scent. The smell is distracting, sturring a hint of arousal in your loins, . . . something that has never been associated with your daughter before now.

You start to move away from your daughter, not wanting your erection to grow into something noticeable, but thats when you see them, the three Infected moving down the street, scanning the street for potential prey.

You freeze up at the sight of them, your daughter pressing back against you, shaking slightly in fear as the three Infected stroll by so closely.

Against your will, your arousal continues to grow, your hardening cock pressing against your daughter's back. But if she notices, she doesn't give any indication of it.

Just past your location, one of the three Infected stops while the other two continue on. It turns, sniffing at the air, his gaze slipping slowly over your position.

For a split second, it's eyes appear to pause on you, meeting your hooded gaze. But the moment passes so suddenly that you arent completely sure it happened.

With a feminine snort, the Infected turns it's attention back to the two Infected that had continued. At a slow jog, the Infected moves to rejoin the others.