While Mia launched into her plan to get them all out, Angela zoned out to try and clear her head. Roaming the apartment, she was entertained by the mess left by the previous evening's debauchery.
Jumper cables spliced into a 12v power adapter, clips covered in something sticky. A rolling pin coated in peanut butter.
Opening the closet, she screamed as a huge form lunged out at her. She fell backwards and scrambled away.
The others can running.
On the floor in front of the closet was the husk of Mia's former lionine body. It had been intact other than the rip down the spine from the twins' emergence. At some point in the night's events it had been stuffed in the closet.
As Eliza went over to her former skin, she was amazed that it wasn't crumbling away like the other discarded chrysalises. The hide was strong and supple, the fur as soft as ever and even seemed slightly warm. It was thick enough to almost stand on its own, which had given the impression of life when falling out of the closet.
After some relieved laughter, Eliza carefully packed the skin into a large duffel bag. For some reason she couldn't stand the thought of leaving it behind when they left.
From the spare bedroom / office, Mia hauled out two very large hard cases marked 'CDC Hazard Response'.
Popping the lid, inside was a reenforced hazmat suit with a full respiration system backpack. A CDC ID card with the name 'Mia Lahti' was attached over the wearer's heart. Lifting the suit, underneath was a large cylindrical device resembling the awkward progeny of a bazooka and a fire extinguisher. 'Foam Lobber' Mia explained. 'Used to restrain outbreak victims. Shoots a wad of goop that rapidly expands into a big sticky immobilizing mess.'
The second case's contents were identical to the first. 'I have a third case back there as well, but we won't need it.'
Alfonso was shaking his head. 'Why do you still have this stuff? You haven't been part of Response for months.'
'CDC has so much funding being pumped into it, so many revisions and upgrades to equipment going on, that they aren't keeping records of any of this. I would turn it in if they ask, otherwise I planned to hold on to it figuring it might be a valuable collectable in twenty years.' Eliza explained.
The plan was complicated but there were no obvious flaws.
Al and Angela would be mocked up to have fake gunshot wounds. Thanks to lion Mia's largely carnivorous diet, they had plenty of raw materials (bloody meat) for this deception. They would use the abandoned ambulance out front. Mia and Eliza would deal with any of the transformed who might try and stop them. Once close to the county line, they would put in their CDC suits and hope that the checkpoint would let them through without delay or inspection. Given the gravitas of the CDC equipment and IDs, plus the urgency of two gunshot victims, this seemed likely to succeed.
Dressed close to matching in very tight long sleeve T-shirts and hip hugging blue jeans, intentionally showing off their curves and telltale bulge. Mia and Eliza each grabbed a hard case and exited the apartment to begin stocking the ambulance.
Entering the hallway, they could hear rhythmic thumping from somewhere above. At two points in the hall they encountered skin fragments and discarded clothing. The elevator was jammed with a broken sofa and the stairwell door was chained shut, forcing a detour. Backtracking through the building they heard loud voices and cheering up ahead. All of the voices sounded female, suggesting it was a group of infected.
Turning a corner, they found two women blocking the hallway. One was the busty topless redhead they had seen from the window. The other was pale and a little plump, though all the weight was in the right places. She was going for a goth look; black lips, pale skin, black hair with pink tips swept forward over one eye. The redhead held pepper spray while the both girl had a cricket bat.
Red grinned as she saw them. 'Fresh meat!'.
The goth snickered. 'Idiot, not with those bulges. Hey you two, if you have any booze, the rest of us are changing normies and betting bottles on the outcomes.'
Mia and Eliza looked at each other, trying to hide their alarm. Trying to play it cool, they moved up to look into the open doorway.
About eight futas, mostly naked, were piled on two sofas. Another herm walked into view dragging a pudgy middle aged woman. 'Maya, you won last round, give her a facial!'
A tall very fit girl with ebony skin stood up. Well over six feet tall, she had big fake looking tits and an amazonian hard body worthy of a CrossFit addict. Thin blue dreadlocks trailed all the way to her knees. One hand was furiously pumping her cock.
'Take it bitch!' and Maya painted the terrified woman's face with cum. The woman's mouth was partially open as she way sobbing, and ended up getting a load inside.
Mia and Eliza watched in stunned silence as the woman collapsed to the floor, sobbing hard.
The redhead from the hall shouldered past them and announced 'taking all bets, we're doing 1/5ths this round.'
Several sources from the couch spoke at once. 'bottle of Smirnoff says blonde bimbo!' 'JD says she goes boring, just a younger prettier version of herself' 'This scotch says Maya scared her black'. Several other bets were shouted out as well.
The woman was twitching on the floor, sweat beading across her bare skin. With a sound like wet cardboard tearing, her back split. Pulling up away, the reborn woman had an deep tan skin and softly curling black hair. Brushing her raven tresses back, Eliza saw the woman was now hispanic, looking to be in her late teens.
'House wins! No one thought she'd go south of the border!' Groans came from the audience on the sofas as the redhead collected the bottles.
Maya walked over to the dazed woman. 'Still brown enough to me. I'll take her under my wing.' Maya led her off towards one of the bedrooms, one hand fondling the new herm's cock.
Mia and Eliza looked at each other, then turned back toward the goth girl. 'Fun huh? Want to grab your booze and join us? We've got another half dozen that still need to come out of their shells.'
'I think we'll pass. Rather drink it ourselves than lose it.'
They hurried onwards and began loading up the ambulance.