Two women with torn up clothing revealing their undergarments, an African American and Caucasian, quickly ran into a room with a a powerful red door and sealed it off. Once it was closed, the women backed up as other people began to furiously beat at the door in a desperate attempt to get in. They were all pale, milky eyed, and sickly looking women of voluptuous builds with little to no clothing on them as they had been ripped off. Their breasts went from C cups to G cups and their asses were all thick, meaty glutes well built for impact. They also had raging hard cocks that they were eager to shove into the closest living thing possible and release their infectious seed into the orifice.

They wanted the healthy ones but since they were barred off from the healthy women, they decided to start pouncing on one another. They furiously grabbed and scrabbled at each other's hips, the moniker of friend and foe no longer mattering as it turned into a free for all of asses and mouths. They penetrated and were being penetrated, some even willing slurping down the nearest dick they could if a breast or tongue wasn't available to latch onto. They were mad with insatiable lust and crazed for pleasure of the flesh willing or not.

Zoey and Rochelle looked on in both horror and arousal at the sight as they clenched their guns. They chided themselves for their untimely boners. "That was a close one." Rochelle muttered. "Damn commons nearly got a hold of us. Those could've been our asses out their getting filled." She winced when she a common get filled by three of her fellow infected. Looked like it hurt... and felt really good. Rochelle didn't get filled like that in two weeks.

Zoey sighed explosively and plopped her juicy butt down on the nearest chair. "No shit. What now?"

Rochelle shook her head and shrugged. "We keep moving on. We've got no other choice."

"Yeah." Zoey agreed and sighed again as she felt her cock twitch. Rochelle smiled and walked on over to Zoey before sliding her hand right down Zoey's panties to grip the cock underneath. "Now?"

Rochelle lowered herself and Zoey reached up to gently grab at one of Rochelle's chocolate tits as another hand easily removed her bra. "Definitely now, girl." She said before their lips locked and their tongues began to intertwine like serpents. They moaned and enjoyed the feelings welling up from their hearts.

Another bonding session after a fight for their life. Where would the road take them?