Run along before you change your mind

You start to feel your cock growing, pushing against your pants, yearning for release, and you start to feel it up with your wandering hand... No! You have to fight it! You run away further into the woods, far away from any such things. Phew, what a relief to slowly regain your senses.

You continue your walk, wary of any infected or anything else, but at the same time slowly starting to appreciate the nature around you. The leaves are green, the sun is shining, all that's missing is birdsong and the sound of wildlife.

You reach a clearing, and immediatly notice the camping van in the centre. On closer inspection the camper van appears to have crashed into an orange tree, though it must've been some time ago, as the tree has started to grow through its bent out of shape front. There's a lawn chair with a couple of old beer bottles scattered around on the grass, though one of them seems to be recently opened.

You decide whether its best to move on or knock on the door.