Soggy-brain, and Unfocused-brawn

You feel a swelling of rage as you witness these strangers violate your woman. Your grab the wrench, and move to throw the door open charge into the fray, but quickly stop yourself. Despite what Lea might be going through mentally and emotionally, her life itself wasn't yet directly in danger. You doubt even these new infected psychopaths would want to fuck a corpse. You quickly realize strategy was going to be what gets everyone you need to out alive.

Your opponents had pinned Lea to the ground so that all three were facing away from you, so you couldn't count on Lea assisting you until at least one of the guys was out of her way. Gwen was probably not going to be of any help, considering that she had yet to make an appearance. The wrench that you had found was not as big as you had hoped. It definitely wasn't large enough to use as a club, but it was still metal and could do some damage if hit in the right spot. You remember back to you freshmen anatomy class in college, and that there was a soft spot on the side of the head, closer to the front, that was an insta-kill if hit hard enough, and a good stun chace if close.

As you begin to creep closer to your enemies you realize that thinking about 'opponents' 'insta-kills' and 'stuns' like a video game makes it easier to rationalize killing people, and consider what one of your old friends would have thought of that. You then remember that he was dead, and move your focus back onto the situation at hand.

When you get to about four steps away you hear the men talking to Lea, saying things like: 'I'm gonna fuck you real good sweetheart', and 'Damn this is a tight coochie'. The man on the right has now pulled Lea's panties to the side, and shifting to rub his denim- covered crotch over her bare one. You had half a thought to let them continue, or even join in, after the knife incident from the night before, and how ungrateful she had been this morning. The sight of the man on the right unzipping his fly, breaks you out of that thought. No one was fucking Lea but you!

You took the last few steps as quietly as you could and caught one last deep breath before plunging into the fray.

Your first swing was on the man to your left. One strike to the spot you remembered on his head, and he was out. You turn to the other man and see his reaction was quicker than you anticipated. He had flipped Lea on top of him in an attempt to use her as a meat shield. In that position it was going to be hard to get a hit in without hurting Lea. You stood there, and hoped she was as good at fighting as you thought she was.

Lea grabbed one of her knives, and attempted to stab her assailant in the eye. Missing her mark completely, all she hit was pavement. The man reached across her waist, and and managed to grasp one of her blades. While Lea was preparing for a second strike, he drew her blade, and kept it close to her skin. The result was a slash from low on her pubic bone all the way to slightly above her belly button. There was a slight amount of blood from her cut, but the damage was mostly to her shirt, which ripped all the way up to just below her breasts. Lea's next strike managed to find his shoulder, but as she was pulling out the knife for another blow, he stuck her in her left breast. The angle was all wrong for piercing her ribs but you saw a lot of blood coming out of the wound.

With a cry of pain, Lea dropped her knife, and tried to grab the hand of the man near her chest. He left the blade obscenely sticking out of her chest, and moved back lower to grab another knife, and that is when you saw your opening. As he reached you stomped on his hand, causing him to cry out. His other hand finally lets go of lea, and she yanks her torso forward, and out of your way. You land the killing blow to his temple, just as you had killed his friend.

When the dust settled you realized you had a nearly naked Lea, straddling a corpse, crying, and holding her chest. You quickly realize that the most pressing issue now is her chest wound, and your adrenaline keeps pumping. Remembering something about wanting to keep things puncture wounds until ready to treat, you move to straddle the corpse behind Lea, and lift her to her feet by her armpits. As you do so, you watch the man's dick fall from from her, covered in no small amount of blood. That definitely wasn't good, but you had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

You walk Lea back to the door you left from as she continues to cry. You notice that she still hadn't pulled her pants up, and that that was slowing down your progress. Genty as you can, you move the part of the waistband on the other side of her from you slightly up her legs, then grab the side closer to you and move it as well. You finish seesawing her pants back up her legs, and then continue guiding her back into the garage. At the moment you weren't particularly thinking about sex, but Lea seemed to be grateful that you didn't try anything on her.

As you were about to cross through the threshold to the inside, you took a stock of your problems. The most pressing was Lea's chest wound. There were also the cut on her stomach. By the amount of blood you saw there was also the possibility that the man had seriously injured her with his dick. You then realize that watching Lea nearly get **** had really excited you. You were rock-hard and ready to go, similar to how you felt last night when you jacked off thinking about Gwen. It was then that you remembered the first concern you had when you woke up.

"Where is Gwen?"