Maybe she is crazy

Your Status: Immune?

Rebecca's Status: Immune?

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Rebecca's Equipment: Lab Coat, Clothes(C), Sneakers

Your Inventory: Pistol B (6/13), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (10)

Rebecca's Inventory: Switchblade

You ask Rebecca to repeat that. When she does, you bring up a very big point about her task. "And what about protection? I don't really remember how long it took for this" You punctuate your point by kicking the dead body on the ground "bitch to cum because I was too busy being fucked. 5 minutes? 10? Do you really think we can lure one of the over, jack it off till it cums, and get away without having a dozen or more of the bitches pounding us over and over until we are so fuck-headed that we become public cum dumpsters to every one of those things?" Maybe that was a little strong, but still...

She bites her lip for a bit, before reluctantly(and you can feel the ****) saying, "Well, there
is one that could work."

You think it over, before realizing just who she means. You still just to be sure. "You mean?"

Rebecca nods. "Joshua."

Well, shit. This is gonna be bad. You hear a door open, and hurry to follow a grim-faced Rebecca as she swiftly makes her way to the lab. She only pauses to grab a large-what do you call it-specimen jar, before making her way to a room you had previously thought of as worthless. You watch as she drags a few large cloth covered objects to the side and reveals a passage. Just as she is about to enter, you cough, hold up your gun, and wiggle it a bit. She nods, and allows you to go first.

The trip takes a decent amount of time, and lucky there isn't any Infected down here. It is uneasy enough trying to make your way through the dark halls by the flashlight you're holding. You soon reach a ladder, and as quietly as you can, ascend to the trap door above. You slowly lift it up and look around.Nothing is in sight, but you remember more than one horror movie where the evil thing was behind the trap door. Still, you didn't come all this way for nothing.

You carefully ease the door back, taking great care to keep it quiet. Once it is down, you use a hand
gesture to have Rebecca wait while you survey the room you are in.

You are in what looks like the living room of the cabin. The windows, thankfully, are closed and there are signs that the couch has been used some time ago. The fireplace looks cold, and you note that the place just seems unlived in. You also spot a dead Infected not too far away. You gesture for Rebecca to come up while you finish searching. The bathroom looks to be unfinished, missing both some kind of bathing device as well as a toilet, but the sink looks real. The kitchen is missing appliances as well as both the floor and the cabinets are still unfinished. You also notice a second dead Infected in there as well. The bedroom, however, is different.

The room is well furnished; two bookshelves in good condition full of books, a desk also well stocked, there is a slightly-used dresser by the door and a nice looking rug on the ground with what looks like a large bloodstain on it. The bed is very nice, maybe an American King with nice looking sheets and big fluffy pillows. Oh, and there also is an Infected tied down with more nice looking sheets.

A swift glance out the window letting either the rising or setting sun doesn't revel any nearby
Infected outside, but you still close the curtains. Those are nice, too. Luckily, the sunlight is still
strong enough to illuminate the room and the Infected on the bed. If you weren't sure otherwise, you would think that it was Rebecca tied to the bed. The body and breast size are almost a dead match. It's black hair also lends to that idea. The only difference is its 12' cock standing true. Rebecca herself steps into the room and begins to softly mutter to the futa on the bed.

"Hey, Joshua." she whispers, which causes the Infected to perk up. It starts to strain against its
bonds with no luck. Rebecca doesn't even seem to notice the attempted lunge, instead opting to keep talking to it. "I know I haven't been around for a while, but I've been busy working. I've even made some progress towards a cure. I...I just need your help with it. Ok?" her voice breaks as she finishes, though she pulls out the jar with a steady hand.

You wonder if you should step in.