Look through the window

It wouldn't be very clever to announce your presence just yet; you have no idea if whoever inhabits this place is friendly or not. You sneak about to the side where there's a window, it's slightly ajar and the blinds are closed halfway. The interior is murky, but you see two women inside. But wait... One of them is infected! You almost jump to action and help the uninfected woman, before noticing that, strangely, they're just talking to each other. Well, arguing rather, they're quite loud. You listen in.

"...nd you won't have to eat or sleep again! Come on, you'll love it!" The infected woman said, her arms moving about as she speaks. Or rather arm, as her left arm has been replaced with a prosthetic one, with a hook on its end. Her skin is gray and scabby as per usual infected, but she's still quite plump and veloptious, her bra visible through her partially unbuttoned flannel shirt. She looks to be roughly in her early twenties. Whatever they're debating has gotten her worked up, and you see wetness through her jean shorts, which she occasionally touches.

The other woman however looks older than her, roughly late twenties, early thirties. She's taller, and her frame is much thinner, almost stick like, with nearly invisible breasts. Her hair is chessnut brown, unkept, and it almost reaches her ass, and she's wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. She doesn't look perticularly happy right now. "How many times do I have to say NO!? I've said it a million times!" she shouts annoyed at the other woman.

"But sis' why not?"

"Why not?! Why not?! Are you even listening to what you're saying!? You're talking crazy!"

"But sis', I just..." the infected woman hesitates.

"You just what?! You always hesitate to say something when we have this argument, so just spit it out!"

She sighs, squirming her body, dithering on the spot. She clearly doesn't want to tell her, but something tells you this time is different. "I just... don't want to lose ya'. I want to be with ya', ya' know? Be with ya' so neither of us get hurt... T-there, I-I said it."

The other woman stops, shocked, and you can see tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She regains composure however and takes a deep sigh. "Stacey..." she says, but is interrupted.

"Look, I know, it... it's not an easy decision, but I wouldn't be pushin' ya' to it if I didn't think it were the best choice. I... I know I haven't been the best sis', and I know we haven't, ya' know, gotten' along so well, but... I- well, I do care about you..." She wipes away tears off her cheek with her elbow, sniffling. They both stand there without a peep, but the younger sister couldn't bare to look at her in the eye. She slumps on the couch, and her sister soon follows her and sits next to her, her arm comforting her around her shoulder. The older sister looks at nothing, thinking with unfocused eyes, her arm consoling her sister, bringing her closer for a side hug.

"I miss Ma', and I miss Pa'," the younger sister says.

"I know. I do too."

They both remained still.

"...What do ya' think Ma' an' Pa' would want?"

The older sister remained in silence for a good ten seconds before breaking it. "I'm sure they would want us to stay together." More silence. Just when you were about to leave from the awkwardness, the older sister turned to her younger sister with a melancholy smile. "...Alright, I'll let you turn me, if that's what it takes."

"Really?"

She nods, though with a twinge of sadness in her motions. "...Sure. Just... try to make it painless..."

The younger sister huged her around the chest tightly, and looks up at her with big, dry tear eyes. "Don't worry, I'll make it feel as good as possible."

Whoah, turning? Like into an infected? You're unsure how to feel about this, or even what you should do in such a situation.