Colin looked at the groaning man clutching his bleeding wound and sighed in defeat. Finding a doctor wasn't worth it, not if it meant getting more people hurt.
"Sorry Phill..." Colin said as he helped a guard carry the cot and dump the injured park warden out back before slamming the door shut.
Colin watched through a window as a DD breasted blonde found the guy lying on the ground groaning in pain. She knealt down and pulled down his fly before going to town with her thick, pink glossed lips, pumping on his member like some kind of leech.
Colin watched in helpless regret as the virus took over. Forty years of flab melted and shifted to a set of triple D boobs and a bulging, pillowy rear. His hips bowed as his waist grew narrow, his face crunched and shuddered as it took the form befitting a super model and his hair grew long and mocha brown.
"I'm sorry." Colin said as Phill went from goaning injured man to groaning injured curvaceous woman. The gamer opened up the door and shot both bimbos before closing the door and running to help rebuild the barricade. He wasn't about to let someone else end up as a bimbo's sick treat and wind up in a crimson pool of their own blood....