Colin spat, "Fuck it."
Holding his magnum up to the door, he shot the lock open and went inside.
The horde ran at him, but smacked against the glass.
Colin had jammed the door just in time to watch the horny horde futilely (and admittedly sexily) rubbed their bare breasts against the glass with loud squeaks.
"Welp, that takes care of that." Colin smugly said as he turned around and met the stench of a public park bathroom.
He gagged at the odor "God, what smells like shi-"
*SPLOSH*
"Oh... actual shit. Should've guessed." Colin groaned.
The entire floor was plastered with thick diarrhea at various levels of steaminess and moisture.
It was like trudging around in the nastiest of mud, full of tiny chunks and something sticky.
"Ah sheesh, oh yuck! Aw fuck! Seriously?! Really?!" Colin cursed to himself as he trudged through the nasty mess.
"Geez, who ate Marin's Tuna Salad and got locked out of the bathroom?" Colin asked himself before tripping face down into a pile of molten Hershey squirts.
A hand drug him under the table; it was a quivering cashier.
Colin pressed his gun against the guy's head in anger.
"You'd better have a good reason why you just gave me a one way ticket to pink eye town." he growled.
The guy pointed to two heels clacking against the floor.
This was another infected; thick lips, aroused moans, big tits, a round ass.
However, she wasn't wearing any clothing on her bottom half... and sensually moaning as she... evacuated her bowels on the ground.
"The samples went bad..." the cashier shivered.
"What?!" Colin whisper-yelled.
"The free cheese samples.... they weren't just tainted... they were rotten." the cashier replied.
Suddenly the cashier stumbled out and fell right next to the diuretic bimbo.
As she slammed her sludge covered ass over his face, Colin....