Chase, the year old family retriever had pushed the door fully open, the virus' intoxicating scent had attracted him and he quickly went for his masters wet crotch, his own member hanging between his legs.
The man in charge quickly spoke threw the radio inside his mask, "Quick get the dog out of here, put him in the truck, he is sure to be infected now."
One of the men quickly pulled the dog off, but the large dog pulled back causing the man to fall down. The other guy grabbed the dog and lifted him out the window followed by himself.
The man on the floor had cracked his mask open in the fall and was beginning to fall victim to the scent himself as a bulge appeared in his crotch and he sat up pulling off his mask.
The lead man had been watching out the window and was too late already when he turned to see his subordinate sucking away at the now awake Bryan's cock. "Dammit!" he said pushing a button on his mask. "Containment 1 to base, crew compromised, please send additional units, infection confirmed in 3, but not fleeing." Releasing the button he spoke again, "Seaborne, do you have the dog secure yet? Seaborne? Come in!" Pushing the button one more time, "Correction base, infection confirmed in 4, both of my crew have been compromised."
Looking back out the window he couldn't see around the corner where the truck was parked, but he assumed the worse...