Plan B

With your old bag filled with Sam's underwear, it gets flung over your back once again. You look over the apartment for what may very well be the last time. "Good times." You murmur while closing the door on your way out. With the lock broken it doesn't stay closed however. You walk away with a shrug. Not like it matters now anyway.

As you descend the stairs your mind tumbles over the picture and how it happened. When you get to the bottom floor of the apartment block your phone rings. Your mom is calling. "Michael are you okay? Where are you? Why are you not back yet?" The worry filled barrage of questions floods your ear sharply.

"I'm good, I just needed to swing by my place to get some things." You reply soothingly. It seems to mollify her.

"If you're alright... It's just that Hina got back without you so we were all worried." There's a bit of background noise as it sounds like most, if not the rest, of the house is with your mom as she passes on what you said. "Did you get my stuff I needed baby?" She whispers. Her soft tone almost excites you until the crushing weight of what she means hits home.

"Shit!" You gasp. Birth control! "With what happened I wasn't there to get... certain things mom. I'll go get some now. There's a shop nearby that has some. I'll be home within the hour, I promise."

"No Michael, you don't need to worry about it. No point in risking yourself for something so trivial." Her tone rises.

"I'll see you soon mom. Love you." You hang up without waiting for a response and turn the phone off. "No need for them to ring me while I'm outside again."

You jump on the bike and start it up in your first try this time. The road is still dead so you don't worry too much about the infected as you race down the street to the small corner shop that you used to pass on your way to college everyday. With the speed you drive, it's less than a minute away.

Parking in front of the shop you hear a scuffle from the alleyway next to the building followed by a muffled scream. Your blood runs cold and you swiftly move to investigate. Behind the shop, down the alley, were two man grappling a woman as she tried to fend them off. These two men aren't infected.

The shorter of the two had his gloved hand over her mouth to stop her screaming, the other was tackling her flailing legs in an attempt to take her tight jeans off. She has a tall lithe frame which struggled to keep the men off her, not as tall as the man holding pulling at her jeans. You draw your handgun and march loudly into the opening where they were struggling. "Let her go!" You command loudly, your voice booms through the stifled silence.

They drop her in shock and back up slightly upon noticing the gun trained on them. She scrambles towards you on her hands and feet before standing off to your side. "Yo man. Chill. No need for any ****. She's got three holes, we can all share." The taller of the two comes closer, his broad arms spread as wide as the grin on his face. "Who's gonna tell on us?" The woman takes a worried step back.

"There's no need to tell anyone if you're dead either." You say sternly, taking a step forward diagonally so the woman is behind you. "Leave now and I won't have to kill you."

The smaller man grabs his friend's arm. "Marcus, come on." He urges, "we've got the stuff so it doesn't matter anyway."

The tall man huffs and steps back. "Fine. You've got a point Lavinio." Your eyes go wide in shock.

"Lavinio Maltese?" You ask. The man answers by bolting through the other alleyway with Marcus following instantly. Your hand clamps around the gun tightly but you don't shoot. "Fuck. Useless."

"Thank you." The raspy voice of the woman behind you settles you, only slightly. "If you hadn't stepped in..." You turn to face her and holster your gun. Long bright blonde hair covers her head in matted clumps from sweat, her fringe blocking the view for her pale grey eyes. She stands a few inches short than yourself and wears a black leather jacket that clings tightly to her flat chest.

"Do you need help getting home?" You ask. Colour returns to her paled face as she smiles.

"No, I'm right here anyway." She points to the building next to the corner shop. In the short span of time she'd swayed ever so closer to you until a hand rests on your chest. She looks up at you with lustful eyes. "Is there anything I can do to thank you... Properly." Her eyes flutter as she takes a raspy breath in front of your face.

You push her back from her shoulders slowly. "Yes there is. Could you go home and make sure you are safe and then look after yourself." She blinks a few times and nods slowly as a pink blush fills her cheeks.

"Y-yes." She turns and leaves down the alley quickly. "I'm Eleanor by the by." Then she's gone. Do I make everyone into sex craved machines? That would've been wrong after what was about to happen to her.

You go back to the street and enter the empty store. Quickly you skim over racks and take all of the morning after pills you can see before grabbing a chilled drink from the fridge and chugging it down.