It’s a good thing you took a wrestling class in high school. You might not be able to match Sarah’s inhuman strength, but you still weight more than her. With a deliberate swing of your legs and a push against the mattress, you manage to push Sarah down and break free from her grip. Before she’s able to stand back up, you dash to the door and slip outside, slamming it behind you. You pull the handle back, feeling Sarah tug from the other end.“Babe… please babe… please don’t leave me… I love you… don’t do this!” you hear Sarah shout from inside the room. Your heart quivers in sympathy and your body feels like solid lead under the crushing guilt. But you can’t chance it. Sarah isn’t acting herself, and the person she is now terrifies you. The bimbocolypse thing… is it real? Sarah must be infected. What other explanation did she have for acting like a bimbo? Her symptoms were just like those in the news report. The bimbo virus thing is curable… right? Or at least it’ll be curable soon. Hopefully. But in the meantime… Sarah is infected. You barely escaped yourself. You haven’t exposed yourself, have you? No… no, you’re pretty sure you haven’t kissed since before that woman grabbed her in the bathroom. You didn’t exchange saliva. You should be safe, right? Should. But Sarah was infected by someone else, and for all you know that strange woman is spreading the virus elsewhere. There could be dozens of people infected with it by now. Dozens of people like Sarah, strong and seductive with an unbreakable will to fuck anyone and everyone. Where can you go to be safe?“Please… please don’t go… I love you… please…” Sarah sobs. “I’ll do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex. We can have a nice dinner and see a movie and wait until we’re both good and ready. I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself. Please, babe, please…”She’s not pulling at the door anymore. You put your ear to the wood and listen. Her sobs grow softer as she moves away. Maybe she’s back in control now. You can’t bear to hear her weeping. She sounds completely sincere, and besides, you love her. But you also remember what the newscaster said. Victims can be manipulative, faking their sympathy to try and lure others closer. But Sarah wouldn’t ever do that. You know she wouldn’t. But is that woman in your hotel room still your wife? You could take the chance to run away, try and get out of the city and go somewhere safe and wait until the whole bimbocalypse thing clears up. Or you could do the selfless action and trust your wife, go back inside and try to talk things through. Perhaps you could call a doctor or the World Health Organization to send someone to treat her, but that could take hours or days. What do you do?