To the Kitchen

The man leads you into the kitchen where you can see various supplies scattered along the counters. He moves to a little camping stove that he lights, placing a pot on top of the little burner, "Chicken noodle?" He asks, holding up a family sized can of Chicken Noodle soup.

"Yes please," You say, nodding at his choice.

Once the soup is in the pot, he adds some water then turns back to you, "So, you run into those bitches scabbing the city for men yet?"

The bitterness in his voice startles you, leaving you momentarily fighting the urge to flee, "No, you wouldn't have," He says at your reaction, "You see, there's a group of ladies who are looking for men. And all they want you for is your cum." He gives a humorless smile, "Now that may have been a wet dream before this all started, but these girls ain't the types to ask if you want a good time."

Curious, you motion for him to continue.

"I saw a caravan of them, at least a dozen ladies, and three cages, all with a naked man inside." He shrugs, "That night, I slipped close enough to the camp to talk with one of the men, damn shame I couldn't get him free. He said all those bitches went on about was fucking and sucking guys, almost as obsessed as those Infected bitches, these girls claimed that if they swallowed a load, it kept them immune from Infection for a couple of hours, and getting a load in their cunts will keep them immune for the better part of a day." He sneers, "Apparently, all men are useful for is the 'Cure' and we dont have any say in the matter."

Sam stirs the soup, pulling two bowls out of the sink, rinsing them with some bottled water, then filling them with the steaming hot soup.

Realizing that you haven't had a hot meal in months, you eagerly take the offered bowl in spite of the obviously unsanitary conditions.

Your first mouth full of hot soup almost melts on your tongue, your eyes closing part way as you savor the taste, "Oh god, that's good." You barely whisper.