Patrolling/ Guarding

[Saturday] [12:04 AM]

Perched atop the two-story building, Jake scanned the horizon, his senses hyperalert for any signs of trouble. His heart rate quickened as he noticed an alarming sight – soldiers were publicly masturbating without a hint of shame or discretion. Their expressions were vacant, their gazes distant.

Without wasting a moment, Jake grabbed his radio and called out to his commanding officer, but static crackled in response. Abandoning his post, he sprinted down the stairs, two at a time, his boots thundering against the metal steps.

Emerging from the building, he zeroed in on the closest soldier, who seemed lost in a trance-like state as he touched himself. Acting on instinct, Jake rushed forward and delivered a stinging slap to the man's face. Startled, the soldier blinked, emerging briefly from his stupor before returning to his erotic endeavor.

Jake's gut clenched as he pushed past the bewildered soldier, his destination Jill's tent. Midway there, he caught sight of his girlfriend, her back pressed against a tree trunk, eyes closed in ecstasy as she pleasured herself.

Jake's heart hammered in his chest as he approached Jill, who seemed oblivious to his presence. Her eyes were glazed over, lost in the throes of pleasure. Her hand moved rhythmically between her legs, her fingers glistening with moisture.

"Jill!" Jake shouted, desperation lacing his voice.

She didn't respond, her body continuing to move of its own accord. Rage bubbled up within Jake as he watched her, a stranger to herself. He reached out, grasping her wrist firmly.

"Stop!" he commanded, his voice booming through the otherwise quiet campsite.

Jill's eyes refocused, her gaze landing on Jake's face. Confusion flickered across her features before disappearing, replaced by a vacant stare.

She attempted to pull her wrist free from Jake's grasp, her movements growing increasingly frantic.

"Jill, stop!" Jake shouted, his voice thick with fear.

But Jill seemed beyond hearing him. She tugged harder, her free hand reaching for the button of Jake's trousers. Panic surged through Jake as he realized her intentions.

With a growl, he wrapped his arm around her, cutting off her oxygen supply. Jill's eyes widened in shock, her body thrashing as she struggled to break free. But Jake held firm, his grip unyielding as he waited for her to lose consciousness.

After what felt like an eternity, Jill's movements slowed, her body going limp in his arms. Relief washed over Jake as he gently lowered her to the ground, checking her vitals to ensure she was still alive.

Satisfied that she was stable, Jake scooped her up in his arms, cradling her close to his chest. Glancing around the campsite, he spotted the row of parked vehicles in the distance.

With a grim determination, Jake broke into a jog, his boots pounding against the dirt as he headed towards the trucks. As he ran, he couldn't shake the feeling that something dark and sinister had taken hold of the camp, turning the soldiers into mindless automatons.

Reaching the vehicles, Jake loaded Jill into the passenger seat of the nearest truck, securing her safely with a seatbelt.

He took a deep breath, calming himself before turning back towards the camp. He had to let someone know what was happening, no matter how dire the situation seemed.

Making his way through the rows of tents and buildings, Jake finally arrived at the communications tent. Pushing open the flap, he stepped inside, expecting to find at least one person manning the radios. But the tent was empty, save for the faint hum of the generators.

Confusion clouded Jake's mind as he crossed the space, settling himself in front of the largest radio console. He tried contacting his commanding officer again, but the only response he received was static. Swearing under his breath, Jake began cycling through the emergency channels, hoping to find someone, anyone, who could help.

Static crackled in his ears as he dialed through channel after channel. Each attempt resulted in the same frustrating outcome. Just as he was about to give up, a garbled voice cut through the noise.

"Basecamp, come in. Do you copy?"

Jake's heart skipped a beat as he adjusted the frequency. "This is Basecamp. I read you loud and clear. Thank god. We have an emergency situation here."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, followed by a sigh. "Go ahead, Basecamp. Tell me what's happening."

Jake launched into a description of the events unfolding in the camp, his voice tense and urgent. He told them about the soldiers' strange behavior, Jill's possession, and the lack of communication from higher ups. When he finished speaking, the line was silent for several moments.

"Basecamp, I need you to do something for me," the voice said finally. "Get as far-"

However, their conversation was abruptly halted when a high-pitched scream echoed through the air, causing Jake's ears to ring and leaving him temporarily disoriented.

Regaining his composure, Jake rushed outside the tent, his heart racing as he prepared to confront whatever danger lay ahead. What he saw next shocked him to his core.

A female infected, her skin an angry shade of red, was writhing on the ground in the throes of orgasm. A soldier, his skin gray and sickly, was on top of her, thrusting wildly.

Several soldiers who had managed to snap out of their arousal attempts were desperately attempting to subdue the infected duo, but their efforts proved fruitless. Bullets ricocheted off the female's skin, rendering traditional weapons useless against her.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Jake quickly retreated back inside the communications tent. He picked up the radio, his hands shaking as he tried to compose himself.

"The female infected is not affected by bullets. She's currently...engaging in sexual intercourse with a soldier, and the bullets are having no effect on her. We need backup immediately."

Feeling a sudden wave of heat wash over him, Jake realized with horror that he was becoming affected by whatever was causing the soldiers' strange behavior. Breathing heavily, he tried to push the sensation away as he stumbled out of the communications tent and towards the truck where Jill was waiting.

The arousal only intensified as he neared the truck, until he was practically ripping open the door to climb inside. Jill was still ****, thank God, but he knew that he couldn't stay there for long.

He started the engine and tore out of the camp, driving as fast as he dared on the bumpy terrain. Behind him, he could hear the sounds of chaos as the soldiers succumbed to their lust.

But Jake couldn't focus on that now. All he could think about was getting Jill to safety. He knew that they needed to find somewhere isolated, somewhere far away from civilization where they could ride out the effects of the aphrodisiac and wait for backup to arrive.