Chaos

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: None

Your Inventory: None

Something skittered to a stop close to you. That woke you up. Groggily, you manage to sit up, cringing as you do so at the rather unpleasant pressure on your stomach. You glance in the direction of the sound and discover a pistol is sitting close to you. As you notice it, however, you register other sounds from nearby. You are quick to find the source. The Infected that just finished(you think) screwing you is struggling with a young, black hair woman in a lab coat. As you watch, the Infected manages to smear a white liquid across the lips of Lab Coat in the struggle. Lab Coat gasps and visually seems to weaken, but is surprisingly still resisting, though the resistance appears to be draining quickly. You aren't sure if it's the rage at your **** earlier or some lingering sense of nobility, but you waste no time in snatching up the pistol, struggling to your feet, and putting a bullet into the futa's head. Just in time it seems, as Lab Coat drops to the floor, and hastily pulls off her jeans, before shoving 3 fingers inside her visibly drenched cunt and franticly begins frigging herself. Her gasps and moans are frequent, but she forces out a few words.

"SyriNNNNge. Blue lEEEEquid. Hurry. Don't-AAAHHHH-want to turn." You come to the realization that this is most likely the person who allowed to be **** by the futa you just killed, as well as possibly the same person who knocked up out not long after you entered the lodge. And now you stand, naked, covered in sweat, your belly protruding out a few inches and a small, yet steady stream of semen dripping from your pussy, with her fate in your hand.