Thanks to a few turns down random alleyways, you manage to lose the mob. Still, you continue on. After a while, you step out of an alleyway into a deserted street.
BEEEEEEEEEEEP! SCREEEEECH!
Something slams into you, turning the world upside down before everything goes dark.
Thanks to your healing abilities, you’re only out for a few minutes or so, though you do experience a world of hurt just by lying still. Slowly, your throbbing ears pick up a voice, a woman’s voice.
“Are you alright? Please, say something!”
Mustering your strength, you manage to croak, “S-Sarah?”
The voice speaks again, sounding much clearer and somewhat relieved. “Oh, she’s alive!”
“Wonderful,” another voice, male this time, sighed. “Can we get going now? We need to get this data to headquarters and tell them the research facility in Puerto Rico has been lost.”
“We can’t leave her behind like this!”
At this point, you crack open your eyes and see an attractive young latina in a skirt suit. She seems to be kneeling on the ground next to you, cradling your head. Her dark hair is in disarray, and she is glaring at someone off to the side, no doubt the man. Studying her, you know you would happily jump this cutie if it weren’t for the agony wracking your body.
“Zephyr, we have to. I know you feel bad about it, but we’ve wasted enough time as it is. The bimbos they were experimenting on at that facility escaped into the city. They could be carrying all kinds of mutated strains of the virus, and we don’t know what they are. The faster we can find out and stop them, the better.”
This argument means nothing to you, and this woman is clearly not Sarah much to your disappointment. You still have one last hope, however. Once more, you take a deep breath. “Brad?”
The lady, Zephyr, turns to you. “Who’s Brad, sweetie?” The question of the day.
Not having any other answers, you give the one you decided on. “M-My husband. My hubby. Is he…here?”
Sadness fills Zephyr’s face. “I’m sorry. He’s not here.”
You let out a small moan. You have to find Brad and Sarah! Stars swim through your vision as you force yourself to sit up, despite protests from Zephyr.
“See? She’s fine. Let’s go.”
By now, you can see the man, a tall, handsome hunk in a suit like Zephyr’s. Licking your lips, you wince. For the first time in your memory, you put sex on hold and concentrate on getting to your feet.
“We should at least get her off the road,” Zephyr replied, taking your elbow and lending some support.
The man rolls his eyes. “Fine.” Striding over, he takes your other arm. Together, they lift you and almost drag you to the sidewalk. Unexpectedly, he finally shows a bit of remorse and mutters. “Sorry about all this, miss. If we succeed in saving what’s left of the world, we’ll check on you. Till then, stay indoors. And whatever you do, don’t let any naked people inside.”
This close to both of them, you give them a smile, fluttering your eyelashes. “Thanks.”