Watching the sunset over the infected district. The red sky reminds me of how flushed cheeks get when you're pounding someone's ass deep and hard. The primal satisfaction of seeing that perfect ass jiggle with each thrust... that's the kind of beauty that survives any apocalypse. Tonight I'm craving the taste of sweat-slicked skin and the desperate moans of someone who can't think about anything but getting their hole stretched wide open. The virus might rot brains, but it sure as hell amplifies the most basic, beautiful urges.