No

As Grace reached out for her, Mallory stepped back. Despite the wooziness she was feeling, Mallory’s self preservation was still intact. Mallory began to begin taking deep breaths to clear her mind. She felt the mental confusion she felt from being near Grace clear. Mallory was now fully able to grasp the situation and its danger.

“Miles!” Mallory yelled out, continuing to create distance between her and Grace.

Grace was getting more and more alert as time passed, seemingly recovering from the effects of her transformation. Grace’s advances on Mallory were becoming more and more energetic and directed. She was no longer struggling to stay upright, but was instead now making directed lunges at Mallory.

As Mallory dodged another of Grace’s attempts to grab her, she once again yelled out for Miles. This time, her exclamation got an answer. Miles, rubbing his eyes, walked out of the bedroom, barely awake.

“Whas gonna on?” Miles muttered sleepily, as he walked into the main room.

Upon seeing Miles, Grace rushed at him, throwing her body on top of him and pushing him to the floor. Miles was jolted awake as he hit the floor, and upon staring into Grace’s lifeless eyes, quickly grasped the situation.

“Shit, get her off of me!” Miles yelled out as he used one hand to hold back Grace from kissing him.

“Miles…,” Grace moaned, “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

Mallory sprung into action, grabbing Grace underneath each of her arms. Despite the combined efforts of Mallory and Miles, Grace continued to put up a fight. This had to be a result of the virus, as normally Grace wouldn’t have been able to put up the same amount of a fight as she was now. However, she was still struggling against two people.

Eventually, Mallory managed to pull Grace off of Miles and push her to the other side of the room. This didn’t phase Grace much, as she quickly began to scramble to get back up.

“Guysss,” Grace said with a pout, “Why won’t you let me fuck you, I’ll make you each come harder than you ever have before.”

Neither Mallory nor Miles responded to this.

Instead Miles turned to Mallory and said, “Get the keys, they’re on the couch, I’ll distract her.”

Distracting Grace apparently meant ramming into her, as Miles ran his shoulder into Grace, forcing her back to the ground.

Mallory dived for the keys, grabbing them from the couch. She grabbed Miles’s hand and pulled him out the door, into the night.

“What are you doing? We can’t just leave her!” Miles said, as Mallory practically pulled him down the stairs towards the car.

“If you want to spend more time around an infected, you’re more than welcome to,” Mallory responded, “But me personally I want to get out of here.”

“She’s our friend, we have to try and help her,” said Miles.

“I know,” said Mallory, “But the only help Grace is interested in right now is helping us turn into zombies.”

The two had reached the car by now and both climbed into. As Mallory was doing so she heard the door to the house open, looking up to see Grace’s naked form emerge from within. Grace began to make her way down the steps in pursuit, her oversized boobs bouncing as she did so.

“Can you start the car please,” yelled Mallory as Grace drew near, however Miles didn’t make a move to do so. Grace slammed into the car, and began trying to get inside. She banged her fists on the windows, trying to get to the fresh meat inside it.

Miles was still conflicted over leaving Grace. She was his girlfriend and she clearly wasn’t well. They should try and find a way to subdue her so that they could bring her to get help.

Mallory could read these thoughts going through Miles’s mind.

“Listen, I know that you want to help Grace, I do too, but we don’t have a way to do that, we don’t even know if there is anything we can do to help her. The best thing we can do is go alert people about the virus, and get the appropriate people to start working on ways to help the infected,” said Mallory calmingly, “We can’t do that if we become infected.”

Miles turned and looked at Grace through the window. She was continuing to bang on the windows trying to get in. Miles could see that she was beyond being able to be reasoned with. She would not stop trying to have sex with them for any reason, and bringing her along with only risk one of them becoming infected.

Miles sighed. He turned the key in the ignition, starting the car. Stepping on the gas, Miles pulled the car out of the driveway, careful to not hit Grace. As he pulled out onto the road, Miles and Mallory took one more look at Grace. She was still chasing after them, a blank look on her face.

“Guys, where are you going!” she cried out, “Come join me!”

Miles, however, stamped on the gas pedal, driving away from her. As they drove away, Mallory looked in the rear view mirror. Grace was continuing to chase them, her boobs flapping up and down as she did so. Mallory did feel bad for her. She didn’t deserve this, and the two of them were leaving her to save their own skin. However they were going to find help for her, so in the end they weren’t really abandoning her, just doing what they needed to to help her.

As they cruised down the road Miles turned to Mallory.

“What’s the plan now?” Miles asked.