.. Blackmail? For sex? That’s just—A quiet tap tap on my door drew me from my ever-darkening thoughts.“It’s open.”The door swung inwards and...Vanessa stepped slowly into the room. I rolled my head to the side so I could see her properly. She didn’t look happy. But then why would she?“You okay?” she asked.I grunted non-committedly. “What about you?”She shrugged. “I’m fine.” There was no conviction in her voice.“Bullshit.”She shrugged again and sat in my ghastly red chair. “I knew it would come. I envisioned a bunch of guys talking about sports, or work, or politics or something, while the women all got together and exchanged recipes, or talked about shoes, or diaper rash, or whatever it is you ladies talk about when us men aren’t around. You know, like at a party.” I was only half-kidding; of course I hadn’t expected what I’d just described, but I really hadn’t expected a sexual free-for-all either, of which there seemed to be early indications. Her face covered with muddy-looking. They seemed to like me in return, so we became friends very quickly. My work tended to keep me late, and so it was unusual for me to leave the office at six sharp, and stroll home amid the crowds of shoppers. A week or so later, when the opportunity arrived to get away at six, I took full advantage. When I arrived at my lodgings the front door was open and Ellen, the maid-of-all-work was flirting with the postman who was just making his final delivery of the day. As I climbed the stairs I could. With a higher population density the place was terribly more touched by the epidemic. Militaries have taken control of half of the city to create a safe area. Talking with a soldier they learn that a zombie attack stroke the part of the city were the TV tower was and no one has clues of what happened to the journalists there. The sisters don’t hesitate a moment and immediately go out of the safe zone in order to reach the TV tower, despite the caution warnings of the soldier. They have to avoid.