Colin looked out over the hill, at the Egypt themed strip club at the bottom. He was just a part of a crowd at this point, clad in Roman Centurion armor "for defense and appearance" as Donavan put it in his note.
Colin's bronze helmet shone as his shield did. He wore sandals with straps that went up to his legs, a chest plate that gleamed in the sun. Yes, he could pass for an actual Roman soldier.... if he weren't holding an SMG in the hand opposite to his sheild. Only twenty of the fifty centurions had swords, as they were historical reinactors and provided the armor.
"Men, we may not all make it out of there." The commander said with an air of authority, " But should we go out, we go out with honor! With valor! With dignity!"
The men cheered him.
"Ready? CHARRRRRGE!" the man yelled out as they ran down the hill.
Within the club, a new batch of bimbo strippers was about to be made. A college frat guy party came in for some fun, and judging by them kissing eachother, rubbing eachother's clitties, and squeezing eachother's boobies, they were. Five uninfected one watched as a friend being rode on his member by a stripper greww long blonde hair, a big ass, and DD tits before going full bimbo.
"Like, you guys should-" the new bimbo was cut off as fifty men dressed as Romans busted through the door and all of them with guns began firing away.
Colin swooped in and shot the new bimbo squarely between the eyes.
"We're the Survivalist Centurions, you guys will be alright." Colin said.
The frat guys cheered at a sight they never thought they'd be glad to see: hot chicks getting gunned down, decapitated, and stabbed to death as blood splattered along the ground.
"Keep going, men!" The commander said as he sliced through another bimbo neck, "More waves approach!"
Colin rapidly replaced his empty clip as bimbos resting, humping, and whatever else in the back dressing rooms came out to see what was going on, joining the other bimbos in an attempt to convert the soldiers to strippers. So far, only two men had fallen victim to the bimbo strippers.
Colin jumped up on a rotating stripper pole (careful not to get any cum on himself) and hit the switch to set the speed to maximum. He then clamped down on the trigger as his fellow centurions ducked, leading to the off guard strippers being mowed down.
The men took advantage of their low position to stab the legs of any bimbos that dodged the gunfire. It was another ten minutes until Colin stopped to change clips. He was covered by the swordmen as they decapitated even more strippers.
The ruckus caught the attention of the town's Police Department, who immediately joined in once they saw two soldiers sprout giant DD cups as their cum stained lips puffed up.
The fighting went on for four hours when the SWAT team was called in to help fight the horde. There were thirty soldiers left and four cops infected by the time they got there. Colin held on with his last clip as the SWAT men bursted in and began tossing gas masks to everyone. Colin managed to get his on quickly, as did twenty other soldiers and fourteen of the police department's twenty cops. Everyone who failed to do so was immediately splashed with three streams of cum and bimbofied.
"Deploy the tear gas!" a SWAT man yelled.
Soon, the room was full of choked up bimbos, as Colin grabbed the guns of two fallen comrades and lead the charge in place of the now bimbofied commander. Colin charged forward guns blazing, set to wipe them all out.
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Colin rested in the Survivalist base cot as the news came on:
"And in more upbeat news, a group of men dressed as Roman Soldiers exposed a hub for the bimbo outbreak. Genetics testing on the blood of the couple hundred dead strippers and employees of the Eygpt themed Isis Strip Club in Palamos revealed that sixty-percent of them were patrons who had been declared missing in months prior. Many say that the bimbos lured them in to have intercourse with them to create more bimbos, and continuing the cycle. All other employees not taken down by these mysterious men were shot by police and later confirmed to be infected... now to the weather..."
Donavan gave Colin a Roman commander helmet.
"Why give me this?" Colin asked.
Donavan smiled, "The men told me you lead the charge when Commander Harris was bimbofied.... only fitting to give you his position."
Colin nodded and put the helmet on.
"So commander, want to help plan out the next battle?" Donavan asked.
"Yes sir..." Colin said in a hoarse voice, "... Sorry, my throat's sore from screaming... I mean roaring in the face of the enemy."
The two went to the mapping room to plan their next move...