The army never came. How a bunch of brainless girls, viral or not, managed to defeat the army and destroy civilization, was a mystery that Colin didn't have much means of solving though. It'd been 8 years since the outbreak. These days he felt a bit like he was living out The Walking Dead or some other post apocalyptic survival story. Philip, Elaine, and Riley had stuck together. They moved out of the city to try to get away from the violent human element, and with a couple others they'd met they now had a small farm with an electrified fence to keep the bimbos out.
Colin sat on the front porch eating an apple. It was a pleasant early fall day and as the breeze blew on his face he could almost forget that yesterday he'd watched a young girl electrocute herself to death on his fence, giggling the whole time, and it hadn't even phased him, or that tomorrow he might be fighting off raiders who'd be similarly unphased to see him die. He sure did miss gaming though. Then he saw Kyle Sledge, an orphaned 13 year old boy they'd picked up, running across the field towards him with a clear sign of trouble on his face. Never a dull moment it seems. He stood up walked out to meet the boy, hand falling to the revolver that was now familiar on his hip. "What's up Kyle?" he asked.
The boy took a few panting breaths before speaking. "There's something *pant* you should see *pant*, Mr. Walters.". "Show me then" responded Colin.
A couple minutes later, Colin overlooked the dead body of another bimbo next to his electric fence, but this one was different. It's eyes were pure pink with no visible pupil or iris, and it had damaged his fence! The chain link was partially torn open as if with superhuman strength, a feat made all the more impressive by the fact that the bimbo would have been electrocuted the entire time it was doing it!
Colin cursed under his breath. "Fuckin hell. The rumors must be true then. The virus is mutating. Go tell the others. First we'll need to repair the fence, which means turning it off. So we'll need armed guards while we're doing it. I'll stand guard till you get back.
Kyle started to turn, but then stopped. "hey, look!". The bimbo's corpse had started vibrating. "Stay back Kyle!" said Colin as he backpedaled himself. Kyle nervously began to back up but in his nervousness he tripped and fell on his ass. Suddenly the bimbo's mouth opened up and it violently gushed out a pink liquid towards Kyle, soaking him from head to toe. Colin swore and quickly put two rounds in its head, then nervously turned the gun towards Kyle. "Don't move Kyle!" He shouted. Kyle stared in fear. "Please don't shoot! It's me Mr. Walters!". "Kyle, So long as you stay right there and don't start growing any boobs you'll be fine, but I swear to God I will shoot you if you take one step my way." Colin was sweating like he never had. As he looked into those terrified and innocent eyes he didn't know if he could kill the kid, but if he let himself be turned it'd be the end of the whole group. He had to do it. His jaw clenched as he watched the kid. No boobs yet. No changes at all. Usually it was pretty fast. He gave it a slow count to ten that felt like ten million, and then spoke. "Alright kid, if it were the usual virus you'd have changed by now so maybe you got lucky, but you understand that for everyone's safety I still have to be careful. So we're gonna walk back to the house with you ten steps in front of me, and then we're gonna lock you up for a few days, ok?"
Kyle nodded, possibly a little bit in shock.
"Try to relax kid. It'll be three days of no chores and whatever snacks you want and then this will all be behind us."