Life goes on somehow, right? Even if you're a carrier of a plague.

Claire left her room. If she'd stayed, she definitely would have gotten involved; a part of her wanted to get involved.

First, she had to vent that part of her, her sexual desire. Steve's room was a place like any other to masturbate. Half an hour later, she thought about what to do.

She was still a student and still had her part-time job in that lab. Being infected complicated things. She had to find a way to vent her sexual desires without randomly infecting people... or at least try.

She decided to go to the university, find a map, consult the almost ubiquitous escape route maps to use in case of fire, to find a secluded place where she could let off steam with Marrion between classes. There must have been some empty rooms somewhere where they kept old materials that no one ever passes through, right?

A few hours passed, and Claire discovered that, of course, almost all the university's classrooms, labs, and storage rooms not actively in use were routinely locked down to prevent theft and student occupation.

Which, unfortunately, made sense to her; only the bathrooms remained, but...

She could already imagine a girl entering after her and leaving a few hours later as her lookalike because she hadn't disinfected the place properly.

Perhaps Marrion would have some ideas.

Leaving the university, the sun was already setting, and most of the "incredibly sexy students" who were in school were leaving.

Claire didn't want to stop and admire anyone; several hours had passed, and her lust was making itself felt, but apparently someone wasn't happy.

Steve's friend Jamson, seeing her, went up to her to talk about the missing Steve.