Running down a side alley you stop to catch your breath and listen for your pursuer. Hearing nothing you quickly take stock of your situation. No pants and no underwear, but on the upside no fur and no wounds.
Satisfied that the attack on your former hideout has left you (mostly) unscathed, you look around for a place to spend the rest of the night.
Across the street you see a restaurant, mostly unscathed by the outbreak. A growling in your stomach reminds you that you haven't eaten since the day before last.
A slight breeze across your cock and balls reminds you that you should probably find something to cover yourself. A quick glance around reveals a boutique down the street, but also a fetish shop further down the alleyway.
There's also a bed and breakfast near the boutique which might offer some protection, though it also might house werewolves or other survivers.
Quickly making a decision you head for the...