Run from her.
From Create Your Own Story
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As she dashes towards you, you turn and run around a chair, putting some space and an object between you. You dash for the front door, but she bounds up onto the chair quickly and uses it to launch herself at you. She tackles you from behind, sending both of you tumbling to the floor. She growls as she fight to get her off you, and she sinks her teeth down into the meat of your shoulder. You scream, reflexively reaching around and punching her in the face.
She topples backwards onto the floor, landing on her back with a growl. Then she begins to laugh. You reach up and feel the blood oozing from the bite wound. You've seen enough movies to know this surely means you're infected.
"You bitch," you say quietly.
"Now fuck me," she says, reaching down to unfasten her pants. Her nose is busted, and bright red blood spills across her mouth and chin, but the white of her teeth are visible with every haughty laugh. "Fuck me...and kill me...or...killlllll you...."
You know it's over. You're never leaving this apartment. Not fully human anyway. Whatever is out there doing all this, you're part of it now. You can feel it in your gut.
"Fine," you say, shrugging, as you reach down to unfasten your pants. "You fucking bitch."
It isn't long until all conscious thought escapes you. Blisters form across your body and your only impulses are violent and basic. Eat. Fuck. Kill. The two of you spend a lot of time fucking in your apartment, torturing each other with bites and small sharp objects, before you open the door and head out into the city to create more chaos and violence.
Hey, at least you ended up together, right? That's....something.
The End.
