Run!

You don't know what the hell that was, but you don't want to be a part of it. Moreover, you don't want to be a part of _her. _Something tells you that there might be a lot more people like the supervisor very soon, and the worst place to be right now is right where you are - in the middle of the crowd. You pick a direction, away from those weirdos, and just try and get away.

Unfortunately, as is the nature of panicked crowds, you are caught up in the pushing and shoving and nobody is really able to get anywhere. The growing horde of newly infected women finds the mass of bodies to be a very juicy target, and, starting from the edges, begins to forcibly convert the entire group, each new person they infect very quickly turning and helping spread the infection to the others near them.

Very quickly, the tide reaches you.