Colin's towel slipped from his grip and revealed his limp penis when he saw what was behind the curtain. There was an open door, from which two bimbos had snuck inside. The nude busty blondes were engrossed in heated kissing until they spotted the nude gamer's noodle and licked their full, plump lips. Colin immediately knew what they were after and decided on one course of action: Run. Clothes didn't matter, what mattered now was running for his life.
Colin rushed out the door, clutching his junk as the bimbos slipped through the door after him. Colin looked behind him to see that three other bimbos had joined the pursuit, making him realize that the barrier up front had been broken, and bimbos were charging into the station and infecting everyone on site. Colin's speed picked up as five bimbos became eight, then thirteen, then twenty charging after him down the east hall.
Like a flabby bolt of lighting, Colin ran through the door and kept on going. The bimbos followed him out about then minutes later when they figured out the door needed to be pulled and not pushed open. Colin's pace sped up even more, up to just under his heart's bursting point, as he managed to tire the bimbos out and kept on running in order to lose them.
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About an hour and a half of streaking later, Colin found himself tired, thirsty, and hungry, in the middle of a rainstorm no less. He also realized that he had lost track of were he was. He couldn't even see a road anymore. All he saw was a dirt track.
"Is this how I die? Buck naked in the middle of goddamn nowhere without food or water?" Colin asked himself as he carefully lowered himself to his kness.
Colin felt like giving up, but then he focused his gaze through the fog and made out a blurry outline of a person.
"Who's there?" Colin weakly asked.
The figure stepped forward, revealing themselves to be...