With the name Sarah at the forefront of your hazy mind, you wander off down the street. Somehow, you just had to reach her, whoever she might be. No doubt she was a sexy lover, you think with a giggle.
As you continue on, you see fewer and fewer of your sisters until the streets are empty. By now, that news report had finally been taken seriously and many of the local residents had evacuated or bunkered down somewhere. Once in a while, you hear a window slam shut, but trying to find the source in this maze of buildings proves impossible. Finally, you decide to head back. At least, your other sisters could give you a little entertainment other than this unbearable solitude. Unfortunately, you realize you are utterly lost.
For a while, you keep walking, taking random turns and keeping an eye out for anything familiar or remotely sexy. Eventually, you emerge into a wide public square devoid of any people, bimbo or otherwise. You pause to enjoy the sunlight warming your skin for a while. Up until now, you really hadn’t noticed any chill despite being naked (your clothes had been taken away during your conversion). Those transformed by the virus apparently gain a few more perks in addition to gorgeous bodies and limitless stamina. Increased strength and durability, accelerated healing, and better tolerance for extreme weather makes you a truly frightening force to be reckoned with.
Just then, a helicopter flies by overhead. A few seconds later, it returns. Your heart leaps for joy! Choppers mean people, and people means-
Suddenly, you hear a POP! Something hits you in the shoulder. Looking down, you see a syringe of some kind in your arm. Pulling it out, you stare at it as shadows creep into your vision and you drop to your knees. Sounds become distant and you watch in a detached state as figures in body armor drop from the helicopter and walk towards you with weapons drawn. Even in this circumstance, you manage a weak smile at these handsome men before you slump over.