A Survivor

As the door swung open, Mallory backes up towards the car, preparing to run. However, it wasn’t zombies that came out, but a man. He looked to be a little before middle age with short brown hair, wearing a hoodie and jeans. He stopped when he noticed the group. Giving them a wave he turned and started to walk away.

“Hey man where are you going?” Miles yelled at him.

“Don’t know, somewhere away from here,” the man replied.

“I’m guessing you don’t know of any safe place then to go?” asked Mallory.

“Nope,” the man said, “I came from about 2 hours North of here hoping it would be better down here but it’s not, think Imma keep heading South.”

“Wait, the virus has spread that far?” asked Valerie poking her head out of the car.

“Yeah there have been infections all over the country, all within the last few days. They think it’s linked to some contaminated product that was shipped across the country.”

“So no where’s safe?” Said Miles.

“What are we going to do?” asked Valerie. “We can’t just drive forever, we have to find a safe place.”

“That’s the thing,” interjected the man, “You don’t. Stay mobile, keep moving between safe places. Even if you try and hunker down some where it’ll eventually get over run.”

“Sounds difficult and sad,” said Mallory dryly.

“Whatever, not my problem,” said the man, turning to leave again.

“Wait,” said Miles, reaching out a hand to the man, “Why don’t you come with us? Isn’t it probably safer to be a in a group for a while at least, just until we figure out a long term plan?”

The man stared at Miles for a minute before laughing.

“Absolutely not,” he said in between tears, “In this new world, being ina group is the worst possible thing to do. You see this virus fucks with your minds even before you get infected. These zombies release, something, I guess hormones, that make you want to fuck them. It’s how they get their victims. Even if you escape a horde, you’ll be infected with the hormones and eventually willingly have sex with a zombie. You can’t trust anyone, because you never know who’s going to give in and decide to get the whole group turned. I watched it happen with the last group I was with, crazy bitch decided to let a horde of zombies at us so she could get off. I’m the only one who made it out not covered in cum.”

Mallory felt her breath hasten. She knew what he was talking about. Ever since the beach, she had had intrusive thoughts about sex that she couldn’t escape. So this was what was happening to her, a part of the virus trying to get her to turn herself. Mallory shook her head, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t let this control her, she would fight as long as she could and never give in. It didn’t matter what this man believed she wouldn’t give in.

Nobody said anything for a few seconds, and then the man turned and walked around the back of the connivence store and out of sight.

Nobody said anything as Mallory went and got supplies and Miles finished fueling the car. They loaded up and decided to head in the direction the man had been heading. They had come from the East, so maybe the South was a good choice.

“I can’t believe it’s spread this far. I mean it’s crazy that the worlds fallen apart in a few days,” said Miles as they drove.

”I think I’ve decided we’re all going to die,” said Valerie, “Eventually we’re going to get cornered and fucked and everything’s going to end.”

“Eh sounds like the way your life was going to end anyway, just now it might happen earlier,” said Miles.

“I’m not sure about you, but I wasn’t planning on going out by becoming a sex crazed zombie by getting fucked,” snapped Valerie.

“Well you better come to terms with that, because it sounds more and more like something that might happen,” said Mallory.

Valerie let out a huff, and buried her head in her hands.

Mallory rolled her eyes, “Drama queen,” she mutter to herself.

Mallory began to fiddle with Miles’s car’s radio. It hadn’t worked in months, but all of their phones were dead, so if she could get it working maybe they could get some information about what was happening. Miles had slammed on the brakes on day and his bag had slammed into the radio, causing parts of it to fall out of the car’s front console.

Mallory fondled with it for about 30 minutes before she surprisingly managed to get it to work. The radio sprang to life, she heard a man’s voice speaking through it. Mallory, began flipping through the various stations however, she found they were all the same. Miles reached over and turned up the volume, and they all began to listen.

“Attention, this is a looped message from the National Guard. The entirety of the country has been overrun with outbreaks of a virus. Containment efforts have proven ineffective, and some regions have been completely compromised. We have also received word that the virus has spread over seas somehow from its origin point in America. It is currently spreading through both Europe and Asia with efforts by the UN to slow the global spread being ineffective. The virus is estimated to be worldwide on every continent by the end of the week. Any attempts to slow or stop its spread is ultimately undermined by the same people tasked with preventing its spread. In consideration of these circumstances, the National Guard has set up outposts throughout the US as safe havens for survivors. They are located in….. and will remain active until the situation is resolved. If you are a survivor outside of a safe haven, Avoid densely populated areas, assume water supplies have been contaminated with the virus, and only rest in secured areas. Don’t not trust any individuals who appear to have recently engaged in sex, we have reports of infected being able to retain cognitive functions in order to convince people to engage in sex with them. Be careful and god speed.”

“We are so FUCKED,” yelled Valerie, who then began to cry, “I told you the whole world was dying, but you didn’t believe me.”

“We have to head to a safe haven,” said Miles, which Mallory agreed with.

“The nearest one is about an hour away,” said Mallory, remembering it from the list, “I’ve been to the town it’s in before.”

Mallory began directing Miles towards the town. As they went they passed more and more signs of the virus. It seemed to be rapidly spreading now, and it was becoming more and more apparent. They passed groups of zombies who lunged at the car, but the weren’t able to get inside or keep up with the car.

The group was able to make it all the way to the safe haven on their tank of gas, and upon arrival found a barricade around a gated compound. The safe haven was in a navy base that the national guard had commandeered.

The group parked the car outside of the gate and got out.

“We’re going to get there and get jumped by a group of zombies,” muttered Valerie.

“Think positive,” said Miles.

“The base probably already got over run because of someone like that guy said who let the zombies in because they wanted to be turned,” said Valerie.

Mike’s response was cut off by another voice.

“Are you infected, answer me”

Mallory could see the voice belonged to a man in army attire atop of a guard tower attached to the gate.

“No, none of us have had any contact with zombie cum,” yelled back Mallory, realizing as she said it how immature and stupid it sounded.

But, it, along with their willingness to wear clothes, was enough for the guard to let them in. Just like that the group was safe.