Now is the time to move. Taking a deep breath, you push off from the wall; darting left, back towards the ambulances. Both Eva and the bimboized tech leap at you. Somehow, you manage to dart underneath their outstretched arms and within a split second you’re mercifully out of their reach.
Now faced with the long stretch of tarmac you’d just run down, you blaze away from the pursuing women. You sprint back past the ambulances – the one you’d triggered is still blaring its alarm – and out towards the exit of this underground parking bay.
As you emerge into the sunlight, you see hordes of bimbos pouring out of the hospital’s main entrance 200 meters away. Hearing the hurried footsteps of Eva, the tech and the ginger bimbo following you, you leap behind some nearby trash containers to hide.
You watch silently as they exit the parking bay, sniffing around for you.
“Oh, where’s he gone?!” Eva moans, “Brad?! BRAD?! Where are you? Please come back!”
You know now that she’s truly gone. Yet another person you’ve failed to save. First Sarah and now Eva. You’ve just got to cling onto the hope that there’s a way of curing this virus. And, of course, you’ve got to stay out of the bimbo’s way, lest you end up just like them.
Suddenly, to your shock and dismay, a cop car pulls up outside the hospital. You see a blonde-haired police officer step out, confusion etched on his face at the multitude of scantily dressed (and some entirely naked) women milling around. You see another man, a younger Latino officer, get out too.
Judging by their reactions to the bizarre situation, you guess they’ve got no idea what’s going on. You’ve got to warn them!
The three bimbos who were chasing you move off towards the newly arrived cop car. You can hear the blonde police officer calling out to the bimbos, demanding that they put some clothes on otherwise he’ll arrest them for indecent exposure. His Latino colleague stand by his side, not speaking.
Seeing this as you chance, you leap out from behind the trash containers and begin to make your way towards them.
By now some of the other bimbos over by the hospital’s entrance have noticed the men and are making their way over, determined to infect them with the virus.
The blonde cop walks over to them, hand outstretched, warning them. Before he can do anything else, the nearest girl jumps at him. He swats her away with his baton and draws a small handgun, but it’s already too late. He is swamped by the advancing women and goes down, shouting, in a mass of writhing flesh. He’ll be a ‘she’ in moments.
His Latino friend is shouting and calling his name, his gun is drawn too. You sprint over.
“Leave him! He’s gone!” you call, “He’ll be a bimbo like them any minute! Officer, we’ve got to get out of here!”
“BRAD!” you hear Eva giggle, “There you are! Come on, let’s have sex. Please!”
“We’ve got to go, NOW!” You scream at the Latino policeman.
“Who the hell are you? I can’t just leave…” he mumbles, gun outstretched, aiming directly at the approaching horde of bimbos.
“Oh for God sake! Do you want to be a bimbo?” you cry, “Cause if they catch us, they’ll fuck us and turn us into one of them!”
“I… what? What the hell are you talking about?”
“The fucking Bimbo Virus – it’s real, Officer!” You shout, desperation creeping into your voice, “We need to get somewhere safe!”
The Latino officer pauses. He looks over at you, then back to the writhing mess of bodies under which his friend had just vanished. Then he determinedly turns back to you.
“Okay.” He says at last, “Get in!”
Thanking him, you both jump into the cop car just as the bimbos reach it. Slamming his foot down on the accelerator, the car shoots off – away from the hospital, and away from Eva and the other bimbos.
“My God…” he groans as the car speeds through the town. “What the hell is happening here?”
“Haven’t you heard the news? About this Bimbo Virus?” you ask, confused.
“We’ve heard rumours… but nothing substantial.”
“It’s… highly contagious. If it infects a woman, her breasts and ass will slowly get bigger and her sex drive will skyrocket to the point where she can’t control herself anymore. If it infects a man… well… he physically changes sex. He turns into a sexy, bimboified woman and loses all memory that he was ever a man!” you say.
“And that’s what’s happened to my friend?” he asks.
You nod solemnly. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. I’m Emilio, by the way.”
“Brad.” You reply, “Pleased to meet you.”
Emilio suggests that you get back to the police station; it was secure when he and his colleague left. You agree and Emilio swings the car around a corner and blasts off in its direction.