Your cowardice wins over and you realize you can't bring yourself to head back out there into the carnage.
"Alright, good luck." You nod at your new ally, hoping that he doesn't do anything stupid and get himself bimboized. He takes your hand and shakes it hard - you can feel him trembling.
"Thanks for your help, man," he says, smiling grimly. "Take care of that lot up there!"
You smile. "I will do."
With that, he turns and moves off back towards the main street. You watch him go until he turns a corner and vanishes, then head up the ladder to see what you can do to help.
There's got to be about thirty people up here, all crammed onto one roof. Briefly, you wonder about its integrity and imagine it collapsing under the weight. You slap yourself mentally. 'Don't be thinking of things like that!' you tell yourself.
There are people of all demographics up here; young and old, male and female. All seem to be unharmed and uninfected, but you can't necessarily guarantee the latter. It took a while for Eva's symptoms to manifest, after all. You decide to keep an especially close eye on the women.
The toddler is still crying, his mother is trying her hardest to get him to calm down. She's cooing him and hugging him but the heat and the noise are distressing the little guy.
You cross over to her to see if there’s anything you can do to help, smiling weakly and introducing yourself.
“I’m Stephanie,” she says, “And this is Thomas,” gesturing to the kid.
“Hey, little buddy. What’s up, huh?” you ask playfully; anything to calm him down, the noise might attract bimbos!
He looks up at you with big sad eyes, not understanding what’s going on. Shyly, he nestles his head into his mom.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to get him to quieten down but he just wont!” Stephanie says. “It’s just all so damn hard! I can’t seem to concentrate, I keep thinking about…” she stops herself suddenly, and you notice her flush red as if she was about to reveal something private.
“About what?” you ask cautiously, alarm bells beginning to ring in your head.
“I… well… it’s nothing.”
“No, go on. It might be important,” you push, needing to get to the bottom of it. If she’s infected, she could be jeopardizing everyone on this roof!
“I… I had an encounter with one of those… women… bimbos… whatever. She didn’t touch me or anything but she threw her bra at me and it hit me in the face.”
A cold shower runs down your back. That was the same way the tech was infected back at the hospital! Oh God! Stephanie is infected! It’s only because she’s already a woman that it’s taking longer to manifest!
“Stephanie, I’m so sorry,” you say, “But I think you’re beginnign to turn into a bimbo.”
Her face drops and her eyes go wide. “W-what?” she asks, “How? That woman didn’t even touch me? How can I be turning into one?!”
“The bra. It probably had the bimbo’s body fluid on it. You say it hit you in the face? A tiny droplet probably got in your eye or mouth, but it’s enough to infect you.”
“No!” she gasped, “No! I can’t turn into one of those things! I can’t! What about Thomas?!”
You realize that other people are beginning to listen in to your conversation with Stephanie. Whilst most might not know exactly what you’re talking about, surely they’ll soon begin to piece together why she’s so panicked.
“Shhh!” you say, “I’ll look after him, I promise! But Stephanie, I’m so sorry, you’ve got to go! You’re a risk to everyone here!”
“Please, let me just stay for a bit, I might not be infected?! I might just be… ohhhh…”
You notice then that her hand strays downwards toward her crotch for just a second.
“You’re aroused, aren’t you?” you ask.
She shakes her head but doesn’t speak a word, pursing her lips as if she’s fighting off a wave of pleasure. You know she’s lying. She’s horny as fuck but doesn’t want to admit it.
“P-please… let me at least… calm my son down. Th-then – ohhhh – then I’ll go, I promise!” she pants.
Whilst her increased arousal tells you that she’s already begun her transformation, she can’t be too far along. Maybe you should let her stay and say goodbye? It would be the nice thing to do, after all? But surely she’s already infectious? What if she accidentally infects someone else up here?