Suddenly, a bimbo in a mechanic outfit bursts through one of the doors! She leaps at you, but you manage to dodge. How is she so agile with those massive breasts?! The second time, you weren't as lucky. The bimbo slams you into a tool chest, sending the contents flying. She pins you under her body, but your arm is free. Your hand closes around a tube - another syringe! You figure it's your only chance, and slam it into the neck of the bimbo. Using your thumb, you empty the syringe into her.
The bimbo screws up her eyes in pain, but when she opens them, they now seem more intelligent. She pulls herself off you with a look of embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry! I just... I wasn't myself."
You decide to talk with the woman. She's been a prisoner in her own body for who knows how long. She still has the body of a bimbo, and clearly isn't used to it. She introduces herself as Emmy, the owner of the garage.
You and Emmy look around to see dozens of syringes. Only one of the drawers was knocked open. All of the syringes are identical to the ones injected into you and Emmy, so you certainly have a large supply of cures. Further investigation yields hundreds, if not thousands of vials and syringes. You briefly consider taking a lorry to carry all this stuff, but a fully loaded semi would be very slow. However, your new friend tells you about a Nissan GTR and a Ford Mustang GT that would be perfect for transporting the end if the apocalypse.
After a few hours of loading, you finish moving all the cures from the mechanic bay to the cars. You decide to flip a coin with Emmy. If it's heads, you get the Mustang and Emmy gets the GTR. If it's tails, Emmy gets the Mustang and you get the GTR.