You decide that it’s probably safer to ditch the police car and put as much distance between yourself and the bimbos as possible. Leaping out, you join the crowds of civilians running away from the approaching horde. You have absolutely no idea where Emilio has gone – you can only hope that he’s not been transformed!
You can hear the cries of the naked and semi-naked women perusing you; their pleas for sex, the insistence of how amazing it feels to be like them.
Over to your left, you see a man directing people down an alleyway between two shops. He seems to know what he’s doing, and a number of people have already followed him. You think he’s your best bet at this time, so you join in with the crowd and head down the alleyway. It’s narrow – simply a place for the shop-owners to keep their industrial trash-cans. You notice a smell of rotting garbage, made worse by the heat of the day. The man is halfway down the alley now, directing people up to a ladder that you presume leads to the roof of one of the buildings.
You realise what a good idea that is! You’d all be safe from the bimbos up there and maybe there’s a way down into the shops so you can get food and water and supplies?!
There’s a small group of people following you down the alleyway, seemingly agreeing with your course. The man who you originally followed is standing at the bottom of the ladder, helping some of the less able people – children, elderly folks, etc – up to safety. He looks to be in his mid-fifties. You skid to a halt by him and introduce yourself.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask.
“Yes, yes!” he says, “Help me get these folks up to the roof! I’m not sure how much time we’ve got before those things find us down here!”
Without a seconds hesitation, you and he begin shepherding people up to the ladder. You glance anxiously at regular intervals back down towards the main street where you can still hear people screaming and sirens blaring. You pass the man a crying toddler whose mother is calling for him from the rooftop and he helps the lad up. Soon, most of the people are up to the ladder and are safe, until it’s just you and the man.
“You go on up and make sure everyone’s safe. I’m going back out there,” he says.
“What? Why?!” you ask, astonished that anyone would willingly throw themselves back into the carnage.
“My friend is out there! I’ve got to find her!”
You’re just about to blurt out how stupid of an idea that is, that she’s most likely already infected and is one of the growing numbers of bimbos roaming the streets, but then you realise that you yourself have done exactly the same thing. Instead of finding somewhere safe to hunker down and wait whatever this is out, you’ve fled from safety and thrown yourself into the thick of things.
This guy is clearly **** to find his friend, you can see the determination in his eyes. But you’re younger than him and faster.
Surely you would stand a better chance at saving his friend than him?
Why needlessly add to the growing horde?
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