It’s been… too many days since the outbreak. Weeks? Months? The three survivors of one particular aren’t quite sure, but they rest safely each night, away from the infected roaming the surface.
Then, the one rule that holds dominion over the entire bunker is broken: an outsider is let in.
But she can’t possibly be infected. Her skin is smooth, her features are beautiful… she can’t possibly be the sort of creature the bunker was warned lurked outside the blast door…
…can she?
This story contains sex between a futanari and a male, as well as gender transformation.