Second Platoon's encounter with the XXX-infected...

The convoy was closing in on the last few meters and now bracing themselves for any potential gunfire. The civilian crowd was thinning out and traffic was no longer a problem. Humvee gunners became increasingly antsy as they rotated their turrets faster. Second Platoon's immediate goal was to make it to Melon Hospital without taking a single casualty. Colin and the rest of his teammates were doing their best to scan for any looters carrying guns.

Specialist Sanchez yanked the charging bolt of his .50 caliber heavy machine gun. "Alright alright, any fucker trying to do something stupid will eat some lead. COME ON BRING IT!"

"With your aim Sanchez you just might hit everything BUT your target!" Private Mead said.

"Bet you can't even hit the broadside of a barn nerd!" Sanchez countered.

Colin stepped in as a referee would. "Gentlemen! Why don't you use your energy to help prevent someone from taking a bullet to the head."

"Roger," both men said in a robotic tone as they snapped back into focus.

When the trucks were zooming through a shopping center they finally found the group of armed men the officer was talking about. The entire line braked with 9 gunners pointing their M2 Brownings at the armed thugs. Nobody got out. Sergeants hesitated to say something on comms as the sight played out in front of their eyes in real time. To their left, across the road were five young women facing the glass pane of a building up for lease. They were lined up, standing with their heads down and hands up against the window. Behind them, five dangerous bandits. The females were about be shot... but not by guns. Those were laid down on the floor next to each man.

The XXX-women were shrieking and filling the air with expletives as their pussies were being rammed by the mens' rock solid cocks. The bandits that gripped their waists were thrusting with reckless abandon, grunting like orcs. Vaginal juices dripped down legs to meet the concrete.

"2-3 this is 2-2, I uh-, what are your orders s-sir?" the sergeant in the second Humvee eventually said, flabbergasted.

Colin responded to the entire column without peeling his eyes away from the 'hostiles'. "Okay all units, this is the plan. Basilisks 2 through 6, I want the men sitting in the rear to exit their vehicles and retrieve the weapons on the ground. Do not engage the men unless they pick up their firearms. Gunners should provide cover while you go, over."

Doors opened simultaneously as assigned soldiers stepped out, guns fixed on the bandits. Colin watched as the men carried out the order flawlessly. They walked tactically across the street and five soldiers bent down, each retrieving a weapon as the others provided protection. With the guns in hand they all made their way back to the vehicles. Doors slammed shut and that was that. Colin marveled at how his men handled it all so professionally, but his eyes felt violated. The fact that all the thugs were too busy fucking to care during the action worried him.

PFC Rice passed a Mac-10 to Private Mead as the latter handled it gingerly. "Rice, didn't you check the gun? What if there's like, jizz on it?"

"No sexual fluids found on the weapon."

"That's, that's so wrong man..." Corporal Atkins coughed. "Uh Lieutenant, orders?"

Colin's eyes were transfixed on a young brunette unloading what seemed to be eight ounces of girl-cum and jizz mixed together onto the floor as her partner withdrew his dick from her pussy.

"Err, right Corporal," the lieutenant snatched the radio. "Nicely done men. All Basilisk units are cleared to drive forward, uh we are getting real close to the objective. Keep up the good work, over."

Nobody said anything for a full minute after the military column moved again. Colin wondered how much more weird things could get. With just three blocks to go before hitting the finish line, he got his answer. At a neighboring intersection on his 3 o' clock was what could only be described as a massive orgy. Ordinary men and women from all walks of life mostly or barely clothed were sucking and fucking like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't a good sign.

'This all happening so close to the hospital,' the platoon leader thought as he gripped his carbine tightly.