Containment breach!

Days came and went, and Jack felt himself going stir crazy. The tests continued, bloods, saliva, semen, it was all taken in as much as they could extract without causing harm to the young man. The nurses weren’t unkind to him, but they were distant as they went about their duties, and he could see anxiety and exhaustion within their eyes.

They had allowed him to speak to his mother -via phone- briefly. She was plainly as terrified as he was, but she had put on a brave front and urged compliance, offered assurances of her maternal love, and was then disconnected. It was frustrating, but Jack knew his options were limited.

More time went by, and Jack realised that his usual midday meal was late. It didn’t bother him too much, the food was bland anyway, but it got his nerves up and after three hours of nothing he felt the beginnings of panic taking hold.

Eventually the door opened, but instead of an orderly with his food, it was a nurse, her eyes wide and a gun in her hand.

“Get up, we’re leaving.”

Jack recoiled. “What? What about the tests, the vaccine or cure or whatever it was that you guys were working on.”

“The facility has been compromised,” she answered, momentarily looking over her shoulder down the hall at a distant clang. “If you don’t want to die here, you better come with me.”

He was conflicted, but the distant sound clanging turned to banging, and he saw a level of fear rise in the young woman’s face. This was no joke, no scheme. **** was stirring itself from somewhere in the facility, and it was getting closer.

Nodding, he followed her out of the cell and into the hallway. He wasn’t surprised to find it as white and sterile as his own quarters, but he was a little disturbed by how utterly vacant it felt. “Where’d everyone go?”

“The lucky ones got outside,” she answered, waving him along to follow her. “The rest…”

She went quiet and they moved down a maze of hallways, the nurse pausing at every little noise. Her breathing picked up when they came to the elevator bank. He could hear faint moaning somewhere close by.

“This’ll take us to the ground floor, and then it should be just a quick dash to the exit,” she explained as they approached the elevator.

“Wait, what about my Mom?”

She looked at him as if he had gone mad. “Look kid, I helped you because your chart said you’re clean, but I’m not about to put my life at risk just help a goddamned futa!”

“Fine,” he growled, frustrated but not entirely unsympathetic. “Fuck it, I’ll go get her myself, but I need you to point me in the right direction.”

The nurse hesitated, then nodded off down another hill. “Western hall, room 7, but you’ll never make it. There are Infected all over the place.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

He ran down the hall, turning west and hurrying through with his heart pounding. Gurneys were overturned, papers were tossed everywhere. There was a distant groan, muffled behind the doors of the hospital rooms. Jack ignored it and pushed on, glancing at the door numbers. 3…4…5…

A deep, guttural moan cut through the air, long and loud. The cold finger of dread touched him. There was a slight noise behind him and Jack turned around fast. A nurse came running around one of the corners, screaming with panic before she was tackled to the ground by two naked women, both of them grunting and huffing in an animalistic way.

They tore at her clothes, pawed at her pale flesh and began to manhandle her in a way that reminded Jack of a couple of chimpanzees playing with a plushie at the zoo. Both of the transformed women, futas, sported straining erections that were easily eight inches in length, and in that primal way they went to work. One of the women, a foaming at the mouth redhead, shoved her cock into the nurse’s exposed pussy and began thrusting violently. The nurse screamed once, and was then silenced when the Asian futa shoved her own aching cock down her throat. Thoroughly plugged, the nurse could only moan and groan, muffled by cock flesh as the two futas sawed away from both ends.

Jack was terrified. What he was witnessing was an act of **** performed by two very sick women. But he couldn’t dwell on the matter, he needed to get to his mom and he needed to get out before one of the infected killed him. He crept down the hall, hoping that the two would be distracted long enough for him to escape.

He came to room number seven. The door was locked, but with a lot of **** and several kicks he was able to break the lock and swing it open. His mom was pacing her room, but when she saw him a flush of relief came over her face. “Oh Jack, thank god!”

She embraced him tightly. “What the hell’s going on out there?”

“It’s gone to hell,” he answered, “C’mon, we’re getting out.”