rescue and interception

Melody heard handgun fire from downstairs. "Hurry up, lady! We got more coming!" Melody scooped her daughter up from the pile of corpses she had made, and dashed outside. The pawn shop owner followed, picking off another one climbing the wall as he crashed into the passenger seat just in time for them to barrel through a cluster of them and back onto the road.

When it was all over, Melody looked at her abused daughter in the back of the Jaguar and sped away. She was shivering, repeating over and over: "Mom...mommy...Mom..." Melody gunned the accelerator and blasted out of Boston. She went north, figuring that south only led to more people and perhaps more infection. "Mommy, I need..." Melody adjusted the rearview mirror. Her daughter's eyes looked a little odd.

"What do you need, dear?" she asked. She knew her daughter was infected. She planned on hiding her during the initial paranoia until a cure or antidote or whatever was found, but far enough away that noone would find them.

"I need...I need his cock, Mom. I need to suck and fuck and feel his cock inside me. I want him inside me, Mom..." Melody closed her eyes and held back a tear. She knew what the radio said was true.

"I ain't fuckin her!" the pawn shop owner said, recoiling against the dashboard and drawing a pistol. Melody looked at him.

"Relax. She was infected less than an hour ago. We have five hours before she shows symptoms, and by that time she'll be locked away." she said, swerving to avoid a car accident. She barely glanced the figure hovering over the driver, ripping flesh from bone. "And besides, you still have to fuck me, remember?