Jack held his breath as the clopping grew closer, but then he heard one of the Satyrs call out.
"Hello? Is there anyone still here, we only want to help." The voice was sexy and feminine, there was something hypnotic about it. However, none of that mattered because Jack knew that voice. It was his mother Jane.
Peeking over one of the many collapsed pieces of furniture, Jack gazed out of the store and at the pack of Satyrs relaxing in the middle of the street. They were all naked, save for the coarse fur that covered their lower bodies, but even that was sparse enough that he could still see the sexual bits of the former people. He didn't care for that though, no, his eyes were stuck on a elderly red-haired satyress that stood on the very edge of the group.
Mom, she... she didn't make it.
Jack watched the satyress that was once his mom. Two pronounced horns adorned her head, and he ears stuck out to the sides like that of a goat. Light red colored fur covered his mom's body, covering most of her nether regions, except her goat udders that hangs proudly from hips, from sight. Similarly, a flat-like tail waved behind her.
Desire, anguish, hatred, sorrow, agony, all of them filled him. His mom was the closest thing he had to a older sister, because he was the eldest of four sisters. He loved the older woman in ways that were incestuous.
He wanted to cry like he would have done when he came home after being hurt by a bully at school, and his mom would have given him a chocolate chip cookie to eat while messing up his dark red hair which he had inherited from his dad. His mom had been pregnant with a baby boy when the virus had hit, he had hoped that she and his little brother would be immune to virus, sadly that wasn't the case, his mom still had her "I'm-pregnant" look to her.
He decided check his house in case his dad and/or any of his sisters were immune so he could inform them of their mom's fate...