The front, with disastrous results

Deciding that the front would be easiest and not likely locked, or easier to break into, she's strolls up with renewed confidence. The streets clear, she pads up to the glass doors and looks inside. She couldn't see a single soul, and pushing the door, it swung up without a sound.

As Renée crept pass the cash registers, she could smell a strange odour in the air. She brushed it off as rotting food, and kept moving. The first aisle she went down was empty, and she grabbed a couple of non-perishable food packs and devoured them, her stomach grumbling happily.

As she came around the next corner, she froze and her breath caught in her throat. Over a dozen futas were standing around the aisle, staring blankly at the shelves. Some were around her height, some taller, one stood out though, standing almost 8 feet high, and probably twice the size of the others. As she went to take a step back, she bumped a can off the shelf, and in unison their heads whipped around and they started screaming. Their massive cocks started throbbing and rising immediately and they all started to move towards her.