Sex-pocolypse

You'd always wanted to be in a zombie apocalypse, but like without the possibility of ****.

I wish that there was an STD that turned men into sex zombies who, instead of wanting brains, they are **** for cum. They will have incredible powers of seduction, making it near impossible for any man to resist. I also wish that I was immune to the disease and that my cum was the only antidote.

You hear a tire screeching and look outside. It seems to have descended into chaos. A man had run and jump into an open car window, burying his head into the driver's crotch. You start to hear loud moans coming from Mitch's office. You peek in to see him on all fours hungrily blowing the janitor.

Looking closer, you can see that Mitch's eyes have become tinted red as if he was wearing contacts. moans amplify through the office as you hear other men fuck. Suddenly you feel someone grab your hand. It's Logan.

"Quick, we need to get out," Logan says.

"Get out?" you reply,

"Not right now," Logan says pulling you to the emergency stairwell. The two of you begin running down, moans echo through the stairwell.

"What's going on?" you ask as you run, feigning ignorance.

"I've no fucking clue, but I just saw security guard crawl, pants in tatters, into a conference roof and throw himself at Steven's lap and mercilessly grind. Steven...he...couldn't help but give in and fuck the guard..."

You open the door to find the lobby a mess. Curtains were torn and men fucking on all the furniture. You and Logan creep through trying not to attract any attention. Suddenly, Logan trips and falls, making a loud noise. A few men with red eyes turn their heads to us and start running at us moaning loudly.