Seek shelter.

You, Derek, and Mick continue to dash through the mall, dodging and weaving to avoid the throngs of infected shoppers. Derek continues to cradle the **** Amanda in his arms, who remains dead to the world in a virus-induced lust-filled haze. Thankfully, it doesn't appear as though Jess has decided to pursue you; your girlfriend-turned-succubus has most likely opted to lick her wounds and recover while enjoying her remaining conquest, Maya.

The three of you come to a stop as you see a huge crowd of infected off in the distance, blocking your path ahead. There have to be at least a hundred of them, all in various states of undress, filling the corridor in a massive spontaneous orgy. There are too many of them for you to **** your way through. Looking back anxiously, you realize that the way you came is also slowly filling up with more and more infected, spilling in from other areas of the mall, making doubling back no longer an option either. Thankfully, none of the infected seem to have spotted you quite yet, lost as they are in their ceaseless rutting.

With no other alternative, the three of you hurry into the nearest empty store, a book shop. After a quick glance around to ensure the store is clear of any infected, you turn and close the security shutters behind you, locking them from inside. Thinking quickly, you run down to the religious section of the store and grab a few copies of the bible. Running back to the entrance, you jam the holy texts in and around the security shutter handle, in the hopes it'll ward off any demons that try to pry them open. It's **** and not entirely well thought out, but it's the best you can manage under the circumstances.

Derek, meanwhile, has laid the unresponsive Amanda out on a nearby couch and is watching over her anxiously, sitting beside her and holding her hand. You shake your head at the sight; Amanda is a disheveled, twitching mess, her face is flushed red and her eyes still rolled up into her head with only the whites showing, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out as thick, tarry rivets of black cum drool out of her mouth and nose as the wet cum-stain at her crotch continues to grow. Once again you can't help but worry that Amanda is long gone and that Derek is in complete denial of that, perhaps even disassociating from the reality of the situation.

Mick, for his part, is pacing down the aisles of the book store nervously. The athletic blonde surfer-looking dude seems to be more than a little drunk, and doesn't look like he's up for much more than trying to follow his best friend's lead.

Making your way to the back of the store, you slide through the closed door to the small employee area and find an exit door leading out to the service corridor. Carefully peaking outside, you are relieved to see the service corridor seems to be completely empty and free of infected. Perhaps you and the others could make an escape through there? It's worth a shot. However, you're apprehensive about bringing Amanda with you in her current state. As much as you hate to consider it, perhaps it would be best to leave her behind; at least locked in the book store she'll be in no immediate danger... But would you even be able to convince Derek to abandon his girlfriend, no matter how dire her condition already appears to be?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud noise from behind you.