Eliza slammed and picked the apartment door behind her.
Without pause she stormed over to the kitchen table, grabbed a chair, and hurled it at the large living room window. Glass exploded outwards.
'We'll never get you two out of the building if we do it the conventional way. Almost everyone has gone futa, and most of them seem to have lost their moral compass along with their old skin.'
She leaned out and waved to Mia, who was guarding the ambulance with a shotgun they took from one of the abandoned police cars.
A little creativity in unweaving an old hammock, and they were soon lowering down bags and supplies. Last was for Al and Angela to climb down and dash for the ambulance.
As they crossed the courtyard, one of the first floor apartment windows shattered outwards. Two males figures scrambled out and chased them.
From the complex entrance, a mob of futas poured forth. Easily three dozen strong, they were a mosaic of hot chicks with dicks. Quickly outrunning the rest was Maya, the dark skinned athletic girl from the group the twins had encountered earlier.
Al and Angela reached the ambulance and screamed 'Go Go Go!' as they vaulted into the open rear doors.
The two fleeing men were almost there, but Maya was closing fast. Sweat glistened on her dusky skin and showed off the lean muscles working as she sprinted.
The ambulance picked up speed. Al leaned out the still open doors, on hand gripping the frame.
Eliza recognized the two from the halls but didn't know their names. The first was a white man in his 40s, with salt and pepper hair, plus a rather thick beard. Eliza often saw him leaving early and coming back late, always in a business suit. Half a dozen steps behind him was a somewhat pudgy black man in his 30s. Eliza only remembered him as he was always walking with his phone in hand, oblivious to the world around him.
The businessman grabbed Al's outstretched arm and pulled himself inside. Al reached out again as the second man tried to follow. The ambulance was picking up speed, and the heavy set man was struggling to close the last few feet of the gap.
Maya had no such difficulty, and tackled him from behind.
He went down, seconds later the rest of the trailing oversexed mob caught up and closed around his prone form.
Shortly after his head rose up again out of the pile. A hand reached up from behind and grabbed is scalp. His skin tore as it was jerked backwards, positively bursting apart from the tension of the poofy afro of the developing woman underneath. The new futa fell backwards into the writhing mass of her kindred. These scene faded from view, and they closed the doors.
The well dressed gentleman introduced himself as Marcus. Eliza cut him off. 'We don't have time for that, and our plan doesn't account for an extra person. When we hit the checkpoint, you'll have to be stuffed in a cabinet and hope no one checks.
No time was wasted, Eliza began prepping Al and Angela as gunshot victims. Angela advised on the makeup, as her years with stage makeup when dancing proved to be of some value. Between that and the bloody raw meat from Mia's fridge (leftovers from her former lionine lifestyle), the result was quite convincing. Marcus crammed himself into a cabinet, protesting as they are still a ways from the township line and checkpoint.
The ambulance came to an abrupt stop.
From up front, they heard an indistinct female voice speaking in a commanding tone. The could make out Mia's responses.
'Bitch, I don't have time for your bullshit, get your little clique out of my way.'
The unknown voice didn't like this and shouted back. The group in the back could only make out the F bombs that were liberally interspersed.
Mia wasn't having any of it.
'Look lady, I get you want to find more normies and 'enlighten' them. But I've already got a new dick, my sister in the back also is packing a penis, and we have two gut shot normies we're taking to the line so they can pull the lead out of their stomachs. We have no doctors in here as it seems like anyone old enough to have a PHD forgot everything when they transformed.'
The back door opened. A buzz cut blonde woman wearing a national guard uniform shirt and nothing else came into view. She was had a pistol in hand.
It was Eliza's turn to act.
'Hey, unless you're a doctor get the fuck out if our way. I've barely got these two stable.'
Blondie was pissed. 'No, I need to search you and your vehicle first.'
Eliza jerked down her pants, revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear and a well proportioned cock and balls.
'I'm already changed, and you'll probably kill these two if you try to infect them. I might have some new equipment but I'm still a medic, let me do my fucking job.'
The blonde wannabe soldier backed off. 'Alright go. We're gonna change the whole world, they'll be reborn eventually.'
As the door slammed, Mia floored the throttle.