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You begin to push yourself to your feet, attempting to shove the Infected aside. She hisses at you, eyes narrowing with hunger, but she does not appear to have the strength to hold you there any longer. You scramble to your feet just as she lets out a long, echoing howl that seems filled with both lust and sorrow.

“Shit,” you think to yourself. You make it two steps down the street before your heart sinks.

First one howl, then another. The Infected have heard, and they’re coming for you.

A clatter behind you sounds like trash cans tumbling over, but you can’t stop. You break into a run, your still pulsing hard-on swelling between your legs. You have to find shelter- not to mention the cure- before you become one of those beasts… but how will you make it when you are being chased by…