Emily

The world effectively ended six months ago. A virulent mutagenic virus had swept across the planet, killing almost everyone. Those who were infected but survived were changed in unpredictable ways. Some were transformed into ferals, lashing out at everyone around them. Then there are those like me who became addicted to human semen. At first I was horrified and disgusted. But denying the cravings only made them worse until eventually I was doubled over in pain, unable to move. I begged a friend to let me suck him off and the taste of the cum hitting my tongue and sliding down my throat was like nothing else I have ever felt. I gave in to my compulsions then and decided I had to do anything that I could to survive. Since then I have survived with the help of others. But the groups never last long. First there are the jealousies, then the arguments and in-fighting, until we let down our guard down and we lose someone to the ferals. I quietly slipped away from the last group last night when I realized things were getting bad. Gathering my belongings in a backpack and carrying a handgun with me, I thought I might head for the countryside. I carefully snuck into what used to be a pharmacy to rummage for some supplies. Then I saw a man around my age already inside, squatting on the floor and stuffing a tote bag with bandages and bottles of medicine. "Hold it right there. Don't move." I say as I level the handgun right at him, trying not to show any outwards signs of my cravings acting up again.