Yes, with one close call.

The sky's blue chased the sun below the horizon, fading deep into the empty black of night. Orion came to stalk the pitch black clouds drifting past, lit an imperceptible orange from the lights of civilization. Under those same lights, a different breed of hunter wandered in search of it's quarry. Tim Lane and his new partner, Crystal, slipped out of the second-story window, and managed to climb to the roof without alerting the screaming horde below.

Tim and Crystal tread quietly on the moonlit rooftops. The buildings of main street were designed to fit together, aesthetically; they had been a part of an ambitious but ill-fated plan to attract tourists to the small community, decades ago. Fortune smiled on those tourists that had decided against what would have become a permanent vacation, but the effort to attract them gave the pair of escapees their own boon. The rows of two-story buildings were easily crossed from above, all of similar size with easily crossed, flat roofs. Their own elevated highway, free from mad rapists, gushing bimbos, and any other infected lunatics.

Tim had no desire to look over the edge at the relentlessly fucking chaos down in the streets, but they needed to find a safe spot to descend. He braced himself for the job, and peered quietly below. Dozens of victims writhed below, occupied with the all consuming task of taking each other as hard and deep as possible. Some looked as if they had been altered by some talented, if perverted, cosmetic surgeon. Features chiseled and enhanced, glorious hair that shimmered in the light, bodies toned and fit, yet soft and generous in all the right places. Every breast large enough to at least fill a hand, but firm enough to resist the call of gravity. Every cock a source of pride to it's owner, always ready to fill any one that needs filling. Some of the infected went even farther, with arm-sized organs, enormous, smothering tits, and asses that would destroy any normal pair of pants. They all had one feature in common, every one of the infected did; a raging fire of lust inside them that could never be extinguished. Amid the smashed cars and empty storefronts, that fire was burning hotly.

Across the street, two men with dicks the size of Tim's forearm were plowing into both ends of a woman whose wildly jiggling tits were so large, they rested on the ground. Her eyes were rolled back in perpetual orgasm, while her stuffed mouth and pussy ran with streams of jizz. Another woman nearby was bouncing herself single-mindedly on top of yet another woman that had managed to grow her own cock. The well-hung lady was playing with the orbs that bounced above her, mesmerized by their yielding softness, until she began to squeeze them tight. She threw her head back and howled at the night sky, as a pulsing spray of cum shot out her fuck toy's cunt, covering her legs, belly, and breasts with her own essence. The girl riding her kept her rhythm, and even had the capacity to beg for more.

"Keep going! More! More cum. Keep fucking. I need more! I need your cock. Please! Fuck me. Ye-yes. Fuck me!" The woman's pace became more erratic as she leaned forward to take the length deeper inside her. Soon, she was shuddering in bliss on the spasming girlcock inside her, a groan of temporary relief rising from her.

Tim tried not to stare. He tried not to be aroused. He tried not to wonder what it felt like. When he turned away from the scene, the tent in his pants let him know how we had succeeded. Crystal noticed as well. She tried her best not to think about the fine, healthy cock straining inside, yearning, she knew, for her sensual touch, her soft lips, her wet, hot-

"Crystal!" Tim's whisper broke her out her escalating fantasy. "The street's crowded, but the alley back there is mostly clear. Dark, too. We'll have to go through one of the buildings, but I think we can slip by."

The alley that ran behind the row of businesses was fairly clear, although a light over a back door revealed a pair of the infected. They seemed fairly distracted, the woman being occupied by the man's absurdly long tongue thrusting into her sopping cunt and squirming over her clit. The man had no chance to spot the pair climbing into the alley, as his face was being held as close to his prize as possible by the fingers clutching his hair. Tim made it to the ground with little trouble, but Crystal lost her grip, falling hard onto her shoulder. Tim went to check her, but froze when a door opened nearby.

The silhouette of a man with an obvious, prodigious member emerged into the alley. Tim's heart was beating so hard, he was sure the man could hear it. With a sudden movement that made Tim flinch, the man broke into a run, right towards the couple under the nearby light. With no warning, the man plunged his impressive girth into the other man's undefended ass, prompting a moan that shook the woman's pussy delightfully. Tim stealthily checked his companion lying in the alley.

"Shit! Crystal, are you alright?" Tim whispered, unsure how to help.

"I...I don't know. I think so, except my arm. It hurts. I don't know if I can move it, Timmy." Crystal responded, rising up with her friend's help.

"We have to get out of here. We can see about your arm once we're clear. Let's check that door." Tim helped her to the open doorway. She leaned on him, unhappy to be slowing him down, but very happy to be so close the sexy hunk that saves innocent maidens from reckless drivers. She tried resist her arousal, to focus on the pain in her shoulder, but already, the pain was subsiding to a manageable ache.

The doorway lead into the back of a beauty salon that was, thankfully, abandoned. While a few wet spots and stains showed some recent "activity", the way was clear enough for the two to escape the bulk of the infected roaming the area. If only their luck would always turn out so good.