They're safe for now, probably.

In the relaxing afterglow of his intense release, Tim fought a dangerous battle. The blissful, relaxing sensations swirled through his muscles, his blood, even sinking into his bones, but underneath that lurked a drowsy spectre that twisted tendrils of sleep around his brain. Sleep that he could not afford in this random, unsecured house. Not only that, but he had a job to do. He thought of his bed, his real bed, not the bathtub he had spent the last week hiding in, and longed to be back there, if only for a moment, away from the weirdo survivors and and the mutants and the sex freaks. There was a moment when he nearly passed into dreams of familiar comfort, but with a sigh, he sat up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and glanced at the lady lying in a puddle of her own wetness below him. There was more to life than running and hiding, and there was more to him. He needed to find it; he needed to know that he could.

"I think...I really needed that." Tim announced. Crystal looked up at him with a a very pleased smile. "Do you need more? You could always take me from behind for awhile. I'm starting to get an itch back there that you'd scratch oh so well." She started rubbing a finger against her rosebud absently. "Do you ever run out of energy? You're just as insatiable as the ones out there, aren't you? I'm going to see if the shower still works." He was glad that his cock was spent. She was going to drive him crazy if he had to do this for the next few days.

The shower both worked and wasn't a disaster zone like the first bedroom. It struck again, that odd feeling of just walking into a stranger's house and doing whatever he wanted, like he owned it. Thoughts drifted to what kind of people lived here before, what they would be doing now if they weren't...well, maybe they had escaped. Maybe the mess happened after. Under the hot spray of water, there was nothing much to keep the mind reigned in. Thinking back to the people he had known, there was a pang of sorrow. Would there be any hope? Was there even anywhere to escape to? If this was happening in Nowheresville, Ontario, what would the cities look like?

Tim shuddered. Trying to focus on what he could do right now, once he left this shower. "Probably get a towel," he muttered to himself with a small chuckle. He decided to leave some hot water for Crystal. Being alone with his thoughts was worse than he remembered. Now for that towel...

Crystal's moaning could be heard the moment Tim shut off the water. He had nearly finished drying himself, but before stepping back into the bedroom, he froze. What if one of the freaks had slipped in? She could be in trouble! This was no time to let his guard down. Dropping the blanket he had found in the hallway closet, he pushed the door open a crack. Peering inside, he was relieved to find Crystal alone, slowly thrusting a big latex dildo in and out of her well-stuffed ass. She looked up at him when he entered, never missing a beat.

"Hi, Timmy! Are you okay? Was the shower too cold?" Crystal asked, completely oblivious to the effect of her lewd display.

"Where did you get those?" He asked, gesturing to a small assortment of sex toys gathered around her.

"I found them in the other bedroom. They were in the dresser." She smiled at him with some pride.

"And you just...started using them?!"

"Yes...Oh! You don't think owner will be mad, do you? Should I put them back?" Crystal had that innocent look on her face again. Tim couldn't help placing his palms to his face.

"No, Crystal, no. It's fine. The owners would probably be happy that you were using them."

"Do you really think so? They sound nice. If you...mmmh...you want to use one..."

"No. No, thank you. You should get cleaned up once you're done, and I'll get a something for us to eat."

"Okay. I'll go do that right now, but you don't need to make me anything. I'm not hungry."

"Well, alright..." Tim grabbed his gear and clothes, and went back to the hall. He really didn't want to watch the woman playing with herself. Actually, he did want to, that being the problem. With a resigned half-sigh, half-groan, he got dressed and fixed himself a small snack.

The puddle of Crystal's juices was gradually drying on the carpet, growing smaller by the minute, slowly receding to a single point. Tim went over the route, and the backup routes, one last time, only able to guess at the exact location of the houses on the old road map. He hadn't missed the internet quite as much as now, but at least he wasn't reading by candlelight...yet. He noticed the shower had shut off by the conspicuous lack of noise, but it revealed another sound; the creaking of the floor near the front door. Tim stuffed the map back in the duffel bag as quietly as he could. They were here, and they had to go, now, but how likely would it be that Crystal had noticed the intrusion?

Grabbing the lamp off the nightstand, Tim crept into the hall. He peered around the bend, the light that slipped under the bathroom door casting a glow in the dark. That glow revealed that which Tim had feared; a surprisingly slender man with a pair of stiff cocks, bigger than his arms, stalked down the corridor, his attention focused on the lit door. Before Tim could decide what to do, the bathroom door swung open, prompting the infected man to spring on the unsuspecting woman.

"FUCK! NOW!" The intruder shouted as he grabbed at Crystal. She shrieked and struggled, though she never dropped the blue dildo she was carrying. Tim ran up and smashed the lamp over the man's head, sending ceramic shards spilling over the carpet. With a shove, Crystal was free of her attacker. Tim grabbed her wrist, and they fled into the night, the infected howling after them. Running as fast as they could, the pair cut across the next yard. Once momentarily out of sight, Tim pulled his companion into the deepest shadow he could find. He fought his urge to bolt when he spotted the man round the corner. The bi-phallic infected slowed to a jog, looking around for the two, but went right by his prey and out of sight. A moment later, Tim released the breath that he had been holding.

"Thank you for saving me again, Timmy." Crystal said quietly. "If you hadn't been there, he would have stuffed those cocks in my pussy and ass. I'd probably be getting pounded all night. Aaall night." She briefly had a far-away look in her eyes, but snapped back when Tim responded.

"Really, don't mention it. We need to keep moving."

"Oh! It looks like I left my coat back at the house. Oh, well."

"We can go back for-"

"No, no. You're right, we need to keep moving. You'll just need to try to avoid staring at my tits." Crystal pushed her breasts together for emphasis, the cleavage nearly endless. Tim rolled his eyes, and they continued on their way.