Mercy

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: None

Your Inventory: Pistol (??/??)

With the exception of the pistol clasped tightly in your hand, you believe that you look like quite possibly the biggest slut in history. And it's HER fault. It would be so easy to just lift the gun and pull the trigger...

But that isn't what you are.

With a sigh, you head through the open door next to the window that you just noticed, pausing briefly to look back at Lab Coat. She already seems to be focusing on experiencing as much pleasure as possible. Pitiful.

You walk down a hallway, pausing for a short time to check each door you come to find. A bedroom, food and water storage, and some kind of recreation room are what you discover, before you find something that sends chills down your spine. Backpacks, maybe a dozen of them. Why? Where would.... You spine turns to ice when you spot a oddly shaped pack. YOUR oddly shaped pack. Oh, God. And she used you to test an attempt to cure the disease. Did that mean the futa that you killed had been in your situation? Fuck. You grab your pack and sling it on before you continue on. You plan to return afterwards, however.

It takes a little while, but you manage to find what looks like a lab. All kinds of sciencey contraptions fill the room, and it takes a while to find the syringe she was talking. You know that it takes hours for someone infected to turn, but with so many cure attempts, something could have changed with that fact. But, you still might as well try.