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Chapter 18 by jealco

See what's pounding on the door? Or slip out the window?

Go check on the door

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Button-down shirt, Jeans

Your Inventory: Pistol (6/13), Sheath Knife

You slip towards the door, bare feet soundless against the rough carpet. You slide your knife back into its' sheath, freeing one of your hands to do other things. Your other hand grasps your pistol, shaking slightly as you edge towards the door.

As you approach, the scratching sounds become more distinct against the hammering rain. Another gust of wind slams into the trailer, and it rocks again. You freeze, a faint gasp involuntarily leaving your lips, your pistol shakily aimed at the door, but it doesn't open.

After a moment, heart racing, you continue to the door. You can't see anything through the veil of water pouring over it, and so you resolve to lock it properly, then return to bed. You carefully reach downwards, your hand seeking, and finding, the cool metal of the lock.

At that moment, another gust of wind pounds the trailer, this time ripping the door open. It slams against the side of the trailer. Cold rain blasts through the door, soaking your front, as a flash of lightning illuminates a slender figure standing just outside the door. It appears to be wearing a white lab coat, hanging open in spite of the storm raging around it.

Before your mind can fully register what its' seeing, the figure steps forward, its' hand reaching out and grabbing your collar. It yanks hard, throwing you out of the trailer into the driving storm. You slam into the cold asphalt on your back, your pistol skittering away into the darkness, the cold rain soaking you to your skin. The figure follows you, another flash of lightning illuminating its' c-cup breasts and 11" cock, as it pounces on you, clawed fingers tearing at the front of your shirt and reaching for the waistband of your jeans.

You swear, reaching upward in an effort to push the Infected off you, even as you feel cold rain hitting your exposed chest. You've still got your knife in its' sheath, but the question remains if you can reach it before it takes you.

Go for your knife, attempt to throw it off, or something else?

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