Let her go

Your Status: Immune?

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Your Inventory: Pistol B (6/13), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (10)

You think that Rebecca is really as interested in curing this thing, and that is the only reason you
even are thinking about doing this. Hoping you are right, you begin to unstrap her. Your actions seem to confuse her. "Why.."

"A few reasons," you reply as you cut off her question. "One is that it's much better to work as a
team now. Second is that if this really worked, you need to make sure it did. Like a bigger test group or something." You lightly blush at your rather lacking scientific knowledge. You ignore your embarrassment and focus at finishing unstraping her.

Rebecca has joined your efforts to survive.

"You are right. Need to make sure. But what..." She trails off, staying silent even as you finally set
her free. She stretches a bit, rotates her shoulders a bit, and nods a bit and gains a focused look on
her face. It also allows you to take your first real look at Rebecca. Her black hair is frazzled, by either her struggle against that now-dead Infected, or her furious masturbating session. Her stained lab coat hides with some effectiveness her purple shirt and jeans, and you realize just then
that you never pulled down her shirt to cover her bare breasts or close her jeans. You wonder if you really are immune now. Your introspect is interrupted by Rebecca's voice. "I know what we need to do first."

You blink a bit, waiting for her to finish. When she doesn't, you can't help but ask, "And that is?"

"Test it, of course. And we are going to need a large amount of Infected semen."