Run

You get in your car and drive. You really aren’t sure where you are going, except far away from here.

Two weeks later you hungry and contemplating a trip to Mexico. Your stomach growls. You see a diner and pull in. You exit car and admire the red desert sunset.

You sit at a barstool. The news is on on a medium sized TV. A Doctor is being interviewed.

The virus dubbed Hep Z has escaped our initial quarantine. The virus appears to have mutated and the incubation period, during which the victim is contagious, can be as long as six weeks. We are tracking a number of individuals that left Center City and trying to determine who they had contact with. Let me reiterate the CDC warning. Have no sexual contact with anyone, including kissing, until this virus is contained.

The news shifts to another city with a small horde of zombies and army personnel in hazmat suits.

The waitress sidles up to you.

“Do you believe that crap? Fake news if I’ve ever seen it. Just a government conspiracy to keep folks from having sex.”

You nod, not wanting to talk about it.

“So what’ll ya have?”

“Just a burger and fries.”

She brings out a nice juicy looking burger. You are about to take a bite when the door opens.

“Shit.”

Gwen sashays in. She looks like sex on a stick. Her makeup is dark and perfect, her body is curvy with pert breasts pressing against a black latex dress. Just her presence arouses you.

Behind her, not to be outdone is Tina. She glides in dressed in an elegant black dress. Her skin is pale and flawless. It takes all your willpower to avoid her gaze.

They sit down on either side of you.

Tina gazes into the waitresses eyes. “We wish privacy. Leave us.” She dismisses the waitress with a wave of her pale clawed hand.

The waitress simply walks outside.

Gwen eyes you hungrily. “Jack, we need your help.”

“I thought you two weren’t talking.”

Tina laughs an inhuman musical laugh. “We aren’t the situation has drawn us to truce.”

Gwen continues. “The Zombies will overrun this world if we do not act. They have no souls for me to feed on.”

“Nor drinkable blood.”

“Their lust is wonderful, but a world with them is not one I desire.”

You grimace. “So what do you want from me.”

Gwen grins evilly. “We need the Athame Apocolypa to stop them.”

You laugh. “I don’t even know where it is.”

“We will all be doomed unless you find it.”

Tina attempts to meet your gaze. “Besides would it be so bad to spend time with us?”

She thrusts out her chest and leans to you showing off impressive cleavage.

“What do you say, Jack?”