Serenity. Peace and quiet, if only for a brief moment. That peace was unceremoniously decimated minutes later by the sound of heavy, pounding footsteps, moving quickly towards the trackside fuel depot in the distance. “Is there anyone out there? Can anybody hear me?” cried a desperate, pleading voice.
Max gingerly made his way to the freight locomotive and was about to climb aboard, when he heard a chorus of moans not far behind him. Not the moans of the dead, the rasping gurgle of someone choking, oh no. These moans spoke volumes. They told him, "We're gonna catch you and make you our little fuckboy to tease endlessly and milk forever." Max was desperate. "Come on!", he grunted as he bent over to pick up a nearby brick and smash in the window of the locomotive.

Turning around to check for any sneaky futas, Max sees one emerge from the barricaded depot’s building, her eyes wide, glistening pools of red gazing into Max’s brown eyes. She smiles, posing for him in an obviously flirty manner. Hand on one hip, her rather supple rear thrust out to one side. “Oh boy. Better make this quick.” stutters Max, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. The modestly-endowed futa’s smile grows wider, her arms reaching toward the suit-clad technician in what she hoped was a non-threatening request for a hug. “P-Please?” pouted the silver haired futanari, her vibrant eyes brimming with tears.
Max blushed. “Is a hug all you want?” he asked. He had never been able to get a good look at a futa, due to him always running. He’d always gotten glimpses, brief flashes of his pursuers.
"Uh-huh!" said the futa, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. She takes Max by the hand, pulling him into the station’s interior through a hole in a wall hidden by some rubble.
The interior of the station was warm, much more comfortable compared to the sweltering heat outside. A small fire burned softly in the corner of the room, supplied by the remains of a broken bench laying forlornly at the other end of the room. 
The futa smiled, letting go of Max’s hand and sitting on the lone remaining bench in the atrium. “Wanna sit down?” she asked, patting the empty space next to her.
“S-sure.’ stuttered Max, taking the proffered seat. He kept his hands on his lap and fidgeted nervously, looking around every once in a while. The futa moved a little closer, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.
She placed her hand on the bench and moved it closer to his leg. Max shied away, fearful. “Are you okay? You look a little jumpy. Did I do something wrong?” she asked, concerned for her new friend.
“N-no, it’s not you. I’m just scared.” answered Max.
“Scared of me?” she asked. Max nodded.
"Why? I haven't done anything to hurt you, and I'm not planning anything nefarious." stated the futa, grinning sheepishly and moving a little closer to Max. She giggles, moving around to sit on his lap.
Max wriggles uncomfortably, his blush growing. "Well, you're as naked as the futas that were chasing me, for one thing, and you appear to be quite aroused by the-ah- looks of things."