A TV station

When Fran awoke, there was an interview going on inside the TV station. One of the local scientists was commenting on the ENF zombie plague and her commentary was not too popular.

"They get up and strip!" she kept saying to the female black talk show hostess who was interviewing her. "Then the women they strip get up and strip as well!"

"My God!" exclaimed a curly-haired brunette who was sitting next to Francine. "It's like the end of the world as we know it. Or at least the end of the clothed world at least. Why doesn't the government do something?"

"That's a good question," said Fran. "That's a very good question."

As Fran got up and **** herself to move around, she overheard two TV station employees arguing over something.

"That list of clothing stations has been obsolete for about three hours now," said one employee.

"So?" asked the other. "Put up another list."

"Right," said the other employee in a sarcastic tone. "I just pull another list right out of my ass!"

Clothing stations, thought Fran. The one place where women stripped by the ENF zombies can be assured of finding new clothes. But if even those stations were closed down, then what would happen to all the naked women? Even if they were not infected by the ENF zombie virus, would they be able to survive the harsh Pennsylvania winter without clothing?

In any event, it was her responsibility as a TV station employee to make sure that the public was getting accurate information.

So she picked up a microphone attached to a headset and said to the station manager over the PA system, "Do you realize that you're sending people to inoperative clothing stations?"

The station manager just looked at Fran as if she were a lunatic.

"Did you know you're on the air?" asked yet another curly-haired brunette.

"Are you willing to keep innocent women naked by sending them to inoperative clothing stations?" asked Fran.

The station manager just shrugged. "We have **** but to air what we got. If we don't air that info, people won't watch us. They'll tune out."

"With more and more naked women out there," said Fran, "half of our audience is not likely to watch us anyway."

"Oh, the hell with that!" yelled the station manager. "We're staying on the air!"

"Get that idiot off the air!" shouted the female talk show hostess.

And the way she said it, Fran couldn't tell if the woman was talking about her or the station manager.

Not that it mattered. Half the employees in the TV station -- especially the female ones -- seemed to walking out the door as she spoke. And the other half -- especially the straight males -- seemed to be heading in the direction of the nearest window...