It was a small room in a small building. There were just a room and a balcony.It is a place where he comes to just fuck his girlfriend. We entered the...room and it was in a mess. Mam started to clear up the mess and I helped her. There was no bed, only a mattress on a floor and I was so embarrassed about the whole room situation. She told me no worries and we opened the bottle. I opened the cupboard to get the glass and was shocked to see lots of condom packets.I took the glass out and closed. I guess people were warned ahead of time, and scattered. Finally, a few brave souls stayed put. I bought every one of them a pint, as a reward.By our last stop at an inn, I think people were actually trying to be there. I thought it was great progress, and they even had a minstrel performing. It wasn't Merle Haggard, but it wasn't bad. At least until I began to pay attention to the words. Just like back home, the words told a story. Here, the words were mostly history, however. Some were about. I'd started out by telling her that she was many times more attractive than Cindy was or could ever hope to be. I told her I was just interested in the mystery aspects of an unexplained phenomena. I'd had a physical reaction that had taken me by surprise. That didn't mean that I was hoping to jump into bed with this girl."Her mother suggested that I bring you over there. She said that it's the type of thing a woman might understand easier than a man would. According to her mother, this kind of. "We're digging our own graves," Jessie said. "It's not like we have that many options to stop these freaks anyways."Melissa looked up and into Jessie's eyes. For a moment, Jessie saw the same hunger she had watched flicker through the girl's consciousness earlier. Again, she shivered."There's one option," Melissa said. "When my friend, the one that was turned, and I went back with our bio TA, we found something."Melissa recounted the story about the eggs. All the while, horror rose like vomit.