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Zombimbos by Dredge Greg looked over the others with a look of disappointment and a slight twinge of anger. "C'mon guys, I told you we are going to be heading out there today. I don't see everyone getting ready." "You were the only one who said anything about going," David replied. "We don't have any reason to leave just yet." Greg walked over to the table where David was hunched over a laptop. He sat directly next to David but spoke loud enough for the rest to hear. "We can't just sit around waiting for something to happen, it has been five days. No one answers any of our calls, and no solid replies from anything on the internet." "I have been constantly posting about our situation and the emergency line has a record of our location," David responded. "Hmph, hellva lot of good those people have done for us," a sarcastic tone responded from the corner Allissa was leaning against. "All they did was make a ton of noise and bring more bitches on top of our heads." The "bitches" Allissa referred to were the result of a still unknown plague. An infection had spread rapidly over the small college campus in a matter of hours. The victims of the plague were not horrid walking corpses, far from it. Instead those infected took on the appearance of a beautiful young woman. Once infected, either male or female, the victim transformed over the matter of minutes. One could be infected with a scratch, kiss, and of course sexual contact, which appeared to be the primary goal of all those already infected. While there appeared to be a variety of types, most of the infected suffered a severe drop in intelligence, which is replaced by a primal need for sex. They rarely ate, and yet appeared tireless. The event that had taken their campus had been repeated in many locations around the world. Many internet speculations theorized that the infected somehow got their energy from sex with victims and even each other. Other claimed they got their energy from sunbathing. The internet even dubbed these creatures as Zombimbos. Allissa had a particular reason to hate the Zombimbos. When the outbreak began, her sorority was taken. She witnessed several of her best friends get turned. At the time, no one knew what was happening, and many were more than happy to join in the sudden freedom of sexual expression. Soon the whole sorority house erupted in a huge orgy. Allissa was nearly dragged down into a heap of sweaty naked bodies, but managed to escape from a second story window into a nearby tree. Luckily, she saw Greg running nearby, and followed him to the library basement they now occupied. David took a deep breath and started blankly at the computer screen. He hated to admit it but Allissa had a point. Two days ago a helicopter dropped a palate filled with cases of relief supplies in the middle of the student quad about half a block from their location. However, instead of providing supplies to those in need, it served more as bait for the Zombimbos to trap desperate survivors. Apparently the noise from the helicopter drew in Zombimbos from all over and many were still gathered around the palate. Greg stood up and faced everyone in the room. "We all know to stay away from there, we have all the supplies we need to get out of here, but only if we leave now." "If we have what we need, why go out there?" Miguel chimed in, he was sitting in a chair next to their supply table. He was organizing the supplies as Greg asked him to earlier, but stopped once the conversation started. Greg took a commanding step toward Miguel. "Why do you think they dropped those supplies and left like that? It is because they have no intention of getting anywhere near here for a long time. If we stay here, we will run though our supplies and we will end up just as desperate as everyone else we have seen running to the crates." The room became quiet as the group reflected on the options. Suddenly the silence was broken by loud popping noises coming from outside. "It sounds like gunfire," came a quiet voice from the hallway. The voice belonged to a petite girl named Jamie. She rarely spoke, and mostly kept her distance from everyone. The gunfire sound continued to echo from outside. The group remained silent unable to determine what they should do next. David stood up from the desk. "We should at least take a look." Greg nodded. "Yes, but we all need to go, we can't let ourselves get separated." The group gathered a few supplies. Miguel grabbed a backpack with a small amount of food and medical supplies. He also took along a broken broomstick. The group had previously discussed their roles for whenever they moved. Greg and David took the front, each armed with a wrench. Following behind them were Allissa and Jamie, they were unarmed, but they each had a small backpack with extra weapons and supplies. Finally Miguel covered the rear with a long broomstick handle. Greg was pleased with himself as the team moved swiftly out of the room and remained in formation. Miguel locked the doors behind them and they moved quickly up to the first floor. David noted the condition of their barricades as they moved up. They had blocked every window and door with the bookcases. Books of all kinds littered the ground and even with the florescent lights still working, the room had a dark, closed in feeling. Greg looked over to the restrooms. He recalled how they had found Jamie, hunched over and crying in a janitor's closet. She was in the nearby admissions office when the chaos started. All she could remember was running blindly and locking herself into the closet by the restroom. She had remained there for an entire day. Greg and the others didn't find her until they came out from the basement to build the barricades. Everything looked the same as when they last checked it and they moved to the second floor. The air was still and quiet aside from occasional sound of gunfire still coming from outside. Silently the group moved past the barricades to the utility closet. Greg took out the key they found in the janitor's office and unlocked the room with a ladder leading to the roof. Miguel kept watch by the door as they each climbed up. He resisted the urge the peek up Allisa's skirt as she climbed, he didn't want another lecture from Greg. Soon the entire group made it to the roof. It was flat and even, aside from the air conditioner and a few other objects it provided an open view of the entire campus. It was a warm spring day, not a cloud in the sky. Had it not been for the recent events anyone would have agreed it was the perfect day to just have a calm walk and let your worries slip away. Sadly, there was no time for such reflection. The group moved along the wall facing the student quad. At ground level Chase and Bob continued their retreat from the area. Both were armed with pistols, but were mainly setting off small firecrackers. "There really starting to group up now," Bob said nervously waving his gun as the oncoming Zombimbos. "We should brake for it, and get back inside!" Chase had his shoulder to Bob's as he lit another firecracker. He looked around to make sure no one had flanked them. "They are still keeping their distance, we need to keep drawing them off the supplies so the girls can sneak in." The duo continued to move steadily away from the supply pile. As they did a trio of girls slowly made their way to the supplies. Beth gave a signal to Amber and Amy that they needed to split up and move in one at a time. Beth and Amy each moved away opposite to Amber to circle in from the other sides. Amber gulped, as she forced the most vapid smile she could muster and made a beeline directly to the pile. Her eyes darted to each of the remaining bimbos by the stockpile. She spotted two off her left that were alternating between doing their hair and making out and gave them plenty of space. Several more passed in front of her, moving in a daze towards Chase and Bob as murmurs of "Cute Boys" echoed among the massing horde. Amber avoided eye contact as she slowly walked to the supplies. "Watcha doing?" came a high pitch cry from behind her. Amber froze, inside she wanted to cry out and and run as far as possible. She took a deep breath, remembered their plans and told herself that she was only dealing with a airheaded bimbo. Amber forced a smile and turned on her heel to the bimbo. "Oh! I just wanted to come over here and see what was in all these pretty boxes!" Amber was facing a stereotypical co-ed blonde. She wore a white cotton sweater that hugged her over endowed body more like spandex. It sported a giant red "V" and just below her cleavage two out of three buttons had been ripped off under the stress of trying to contain her massive breasts. Her hair was a shiny blonde that curved gently over her shoulders. Her finger was lying just below her pouty red lips and her her head cocked slightly. Her face showed nothing but utter confusion. "Pretty? Those ugly grey things?" Almost instantly the bimbo's face changed to vapid smile. "Oh I get it, you are just joking with me." Again the girl's face changed to a look of joy. "Oh my gosh! Did you hear! There are some real hunks just over there!" The bimbo looked like she was about to burst with glee and even hopped up and down, threatening to rip free her final button which clung only by a thread. Amber was entranced by the sway of the bimbo's breasts as she moved about. She shook herself from the distraction. 'Remember, if you screw this up, you are going to end up just like that!' she thought to herself. Amber's mind raced, she had to think of something. She tried to mimic the Zombimbo's earlier look of confusion. "I am just so curious as to what is in them. There could be dresses, rings, even some yummy food." Amber's stomach betrayed her hunger at the mention of food. It grumbled loudly. The smile disappeared from the Zombimbo's face and she looked at Amber accusingly. "Food? Like, why would you want to eat any of that? It will just get you, like, totally fat and stuff." Amber's mind was in full panic mode. "It is just, um...like...um." The Zombimbo started to move in closer their eyes locked in an unflinching stare. "Wait! We should totally be going after those guys now! We can't let them get away!" Amber forced back her smile and started to copy the Zombimbo's earlier hopping. Amber hopped up as high as she could, breaking the Zombimbo's gaze and twisting her body to point in the direction of the Chase and Bob. *Flop Amber stood in silence. She felt the collection of socks that were stuffed in her bra to make her bust meet Zombimbo 'standards' fall from the bra and to her feet. A cold shiver ran down her spine and terror held her in place. "I....I...it is just that I am new and..." Amber stammered. "Yes you are sweetie. " It was too late, the Zombimbo took quick advantage of Amber's mouth as it hung open in despair. Her tongue darted into hers in a passionate kiss. The Zombimbo squeezed tightly onto her prize and pulled her to the ground, their lips still tightly locked. Amber was being assaulted by the most incredible sensations. Everything had gone from dread and fear to joy and pleasure in an instant. She felt like she was being infused with pure sunshine by the girl before her. Amber started to kiss back in earnest as she felt a small hand groping her small breasts. Amber moaned softly as the Zombimbo broke their kiss. Amber's lips had already turned bright red and had puffed out considerably into a small pout. Amber tried to look around, everything seemed to sway gently about her, she smiled to herself admiring all the pretty colors. At this time her eyes were changing from natural brown to an almost glowing blue color. Her vision cleared and saw the Zombimbo moving steadily to her thighs. The Zombimbo's hands moved swiftly removing the tight skirt. She then flipped over onto Amber in a sixty- nine position. Using her hands she brushed aside Amber's white panties and moved in to welcome her new sister properly. Amber's soft moans grew louder and louder. A beaming smile seemed to permanently attach to her face. All over her body she felt strong and pleasurable sensations. She felt pressure in her chest and looked down to see her small breasts start to actually fill the over sized cups of the once too large bra. She tilted her head with a look of pride and noticed that her friend was not wearing any panties. 'Naughty girl' Amber thought to herself as she was drawn to the soaking snatch of her captor. The pair lapped at each others pussies moaning and cooing while rubbing each other's thighs. Amber suddenly pulled herself from Zombimbo's pussy. She felt a stirring from her very core. She was breathing heavily as the Zombimbo buried herself deeper into her pussy which started to quiver. In a flash of realization Amber understood what it meant. If she came right now, she would be forever changed into one of them. She gathered what sense she had remaining and tried to push her impending orgasm from her mind. "Just give in, it will feel sooo good," came a voice from her mind. The voice broke her fragile concentration and a wave of pleasure overcame her. The orgasm took her as it felt like every fiber of her being came at once. She laid there gasping and smiling. She was Amber no more, just another Zombimbo. Her sister stood up and she followed. As they stood smiling at one another, her clothes started to transform. Her previously oversized sweater shrank over her new bust. She could not help but giggle as the top two buttons flew off. In amazement she stared as the sweater changed to white and and sporting the same red V her sister had. Her remaining clothes changed rapidly and soon the pair were in matching outfits. They moved in to begin a celebratory make out session when the newly minted Zombimbo spied something she recognized. "Hiya Beth! Hiya Amy! How are things going!?" Her former friends had been taking advantage of Amber's capture and Zombimbofication to move into the supply pile and were filling up their large purses. The two were stunned, both at the shock of being discovered, and by Amber's new appearance. Beth quickly formed a plan and took hold of Amy's hand and squeezed it, indicating that she needed to follow along. "Hiya Amber! Everything is great. They got us too." Before Amy could display a look of shock. Beth pulled her in and locked them in a passionate kiss. Amy quickly started to massage Beth's naturally large chest. Beth began to follow suit but Amy moved her hands away. Amy's bra had been stuffed in a similar fashion as Amber's and Amy didn't want to go down the same way she did. "Start moaning," whispered Amy. "Oh ahhh, yes!" Beth moaned just loud enough to sound convincing but tried not to attract any further attention then that. Zombimbo Amber put her finger on her chin and gave them a puzzled look. A new part of her thought something was just wacky, but another part remembered that they were friends and she should trust her friends. She turned her attentions to her newest friend, she was feeling very horny and wanted to get back to "thanking" her. Amy and Beth snuck glances at Amber and saw her turn away and return to making out with the other Zombimbo. Staying close they placed a few more relief supplies in their purses and quietly snuck away. Meanwhile, Chase and Bob were on their last package of fireworks. Roughly 20 Zombimbos were following them as they moved further from the stockpile. They were still a safe distance away as many of them stopped to 'ohh'and 'aww' at the pretty fireworks. Bob still had his gun drawn and waved the gun as menacingly as he could. He took a few shots but each time he closed his eyes mostly hoping that he would not hit one of the Zombimbos. Sweat poured from his face. He knew it was life and death, but he just couldn't bear the thought of killing these innocent looking creatures. Chase faced a similar dilemma. He had mentally prepared himself before the mission by telling himself that he would be doing the Zombimbos a favor by putting them out of their misery. However, the sight of the smiling faces, seductive eyes and downright erotic clothing, had him thinking that the only thing these pretty ladies suffered from was an uncontrollable sex drive. "I think it is time we started the finale!" Bob said as he wiped the sweat from this brow. "Agreed, it is starting to get crowded. Keep an eye out I will get the big one from your pack." Chase zipped open the backpack Bob was wearing as he kept watch, trying to keep himself from getting lost in the sight of the Zombimbos bouncing cleavages. Chase pulled out the giant firework and placed it on the ground. Earlier, the team had agreed that this would be their signal to begin the retreat to their safehouse. Despite it being a bright day, they knew the sound alone would work. Chase lit the fuse. "Ok, let's get moving. This sucker is going to bring in a ton of em." Bob and Chase moved swiftly away from the firework. They made it to the outer courtyard each eagerly waiting for it to go off. But, nothing happened. Chase spun around and looked back. "Goddammit! It must be a dud!" Bob lifted his weapon and aimed at the firework. He took careful aim and fired. Much to his own amazement, he struck the firework and knocked it over. Still nothing happened. "...Nice shot and all, but what the hell did you think was going to happen?" Chase retorted. "Not really sure, kinda hoped it would set it off." "Having problems getting off boys?" a sultry voice echoed from a nearby stairwell leading down into one of the buildings. Bob and Chase quickly drew their weapons towards the source of the sound, but saw nothing. "What the hell?" Chase asked. "Who are you? Where are you at?" Bob nervously looked about, the Zombimbos had already walked past the defective firework and were getting closer. "It's a trap man! Let's get the fuck out of here!" "That didn't sound like any of them! She isn't giggling and all airheaded," Chase replied. "Oh dear, please help me! I am trapped and I need a couple of big strong men to come down here and come to my rescue." The voice heavily emphasized the word 'come'. Both Bob and Chase felt stimulation in their groins as the words seemed to be speaking almost directly to them. Bob shook himself out of the daze and fear quickly overrode his desire as the Zombimbos were less then 20 feet away. Bob grabbed Chase and shook him violently. Chase had a dazed look in his eyes and a dreamy smile covered his face. "Dude! Snap out of it! We have to run NOW!" Chase half woke from his fantasy and realized the danger. Only he was filled with the desire of rescuing the woman from the danger, and not himself. Chase darted off toward the stairwell. "Get going! I will rescue her and be right behind you!" Chase yelled, running at full speed. Bob stood with his mouth agape and hand reached out in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you!! It's a trap!" Suddenly Bob heard giggling behind him, the Zombimbos were nearly at his position. He lifted his gun and fired again, this time without thinking. His heart sank as he saw one of the Zombimbos go down. However, when he noticed that none of the others reacted in the slightest he turned and ran as fast as he could. His mind was conflicted, he wanted to follow Chase and save him, but he made up his mind that Chase had made his choice and he had to hope for the best. Bob turned the corner away from the stairwell and toward the safehouse. Chase made it to the top of the stairwell. He barely even registered the gunshot Bob had fired earlier. He started going down the stairs, his weapon limply resting at his side. "Are you down here ma'am? I have come to save you!" "My brave hero! Please hurry I desperately need you!" Chase rushed down the concrete stairs and turned the corner. He then laid eyes on the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. At the bottom of the stairs laid a woman. She was completely nude. Her auburn hair laid gently on her back and pooled at the top of her significant ass, as she was laying on her belly. Her breasts were mashed into the ground, but she held her head high facing Chase and giving him a clear view of the expansive valley between her tits. Behind her, she had her foot pressed inside the nearly closed door. Even a child could have simply pulled their foot out and be free, but this did not occur to Chase as he took in the lusty view. "Oh thank you! Thank you!" She flashed him a wide smile across her deep red lips. "Please rescue me!" Her tone had changed from cries for help, to deep sultry tones. Chase was breathing heavily, this was almost too much for him. Every sense was being assaulted by this woman. He slowly moved toward her and extended his arm to the door, opening it further. The woman quickly moved her leg out and shifted onto her knees. Her face was directly in front of his crotch and her hands moved quickly to his belt buckle and zipper. "And now my hero...time for your reward." In a flash Chase's shorts were to his ankles and his member stood proudly in the warm air. The woman wasted no time as her ruby lips engulfed his shaft and she started sucking his cock as lewdly as she could. Chase was in heaven, every sound from her lips drew him in further, he absent mindedly removed his shirt and stepped out of his shorts and shoes. His gun laid abandoned beneath his shed clothing. The woman began to twist her own nipples and moaned loudly. She removed his cock from her mouth with an audible 'pop' sound and stood. Chase looked into her deep blue eyes and they joined in a kiss. As their warm tongues played, Chase took in full handfuls of her wonderful tits and stroked her nipples with this thumbs. The woman then hugged him tightly and brought them back to the ground. Chase laid on his back, his dick pointing to the sky. The woman needed no further invitation. She straddled and then mounted the hard member. She moaned as her hips moved up and down working his cock into her wet snatch. Chase's thoughts were reeling. Everything had happened so quickly. A small voice in his mind told him that this woman must be with the Zombimbos. He dismissed the thought, thinking that this woman was no airheaded little bimbo. This was a full and lustrous woman. Her moans grew in intensity, and she began to rock harder on his cock. Each moan seemed to wash over his body edging him closer to his climax. She then slammed her ass down on his cock forcing it in as deep as it could go. Her vaginal muscles squeezed him like a vice and she stared deeply into his eyes. "You can cum now." It seemed to be a command directly into Chase's mind. His cock spasmed wildly inside her. He continued to spray cum as she squeezed out every drop from his balls. Chase moaned as he felt himself empty into her. The woman shuddered with her own orgasm and Chase felt something pinch open the tip of his cock and he felt a fluid enter his body. The sensation shocked him back to his senses. Chase inched up onto his elbows. "...Are...are you one of them?" he stammered. "I believe it would be more appropriate to say, you are about to become one of US," she replied softly. "B..but how! you look nothing like the others." Chase's body started to feel like it was softly burning. Hairs along his feet and legs evaporated. The woman detached herself from Chase's dick, and moved her hand down his softening chest. "We are evolving. I was much like the others until about my fourth...convert, then I started to see things more clearly and became the woman you see now. You are going to have to start from the beginning though." She stared directly into his eyes. "Just sit back and enjoy it." Chase started to breathe heavily. He wanted to get up and run, but his body wouldn't move. To make matters worse he was starting to enjoy the sensations pulsing though his body. His frame shrank, his body was now smooth and hairless except for his brown hair on his head that already started to lighten and lengthen. "I don't understand. How are you doing this? This can't be happening!" Chase's cries became higher in pitch, his sentence ended in a unintentionally girly whine. The woman placed her red tipped finger to Chases lips that plumped and turned red with her touch. "There, there. I imagine there is going to be a lot of things you won't understand in a few moments. Just relax, let it happen and stop worrying." Chase was frantically trying to make sense of what was going on. Everything this woman was saying to him became truth. He could feel his tense muscles loosen and his agitation began to leave his mind. His breathing then slowed, his eyes lost focus for a moment as they changed from dark brown to a soft hazel. When his eyesight returned he looked down at his changing body, but instead of horror, he felt only curiosity and amazement at his shifting form. His hips had already widened and he noticed how out of place the dainty cock looked between his smooth legs. Suddenly his upper body felt ticklish and he let out soft giggles as he covered his mouth with his feminizing hands. His torso reshaped, his pecks protruding carrying the promise of a rapidly growing chest. His eyes locked on his nipples. In seconds they went from brown to bright pink, the skin around them lightened to a creamy white. The nipples widened and took on a conical form as they hardened. Chase took a deep breath and held it. Underneath the nipples his flesh shifted as weight was being added to his chest. His chest expanded and grew until his entire view of his lower body was obscured by his now mountainous cleavage. He exhaled, as he did, his breast flesh bounced and jiggled. Between his legs he felt someone moving. He moved one of his soft arms to his chest and pressed down on his amble tits to allow him to see. He gasped at the new sensations as his stiff nipples made contact with his arm. He saw the woman's face descending to his now tiny cock. She gave it a quick lick. Chase's whole body jolted, his hand instantly began to grope his tits and he laid back on the ground, spreading his legs wide. The woman licked again, and smiled to herself as it shrank yet again. She opened her mouth wide and enveloped what was left of his cock and balls. Her tongue wrapped around the softening member as it turned pink. Her tongue descended into Chase's rapidly forming folds. The woman then focused on the shriveling ballsack which began to fuse into Chase's body. As they did she was rewarded with one final squirt of the last cum they would ever produce. She drank it down and darted her tongue at the now budding lips of Chase's vagina. As she probed deeper and deeper she heard Chase's high pitched moans grow louder and louder. The woman sensed he was close and moved her mouth to the clitoris and jammed her finger into the soaping wet pussy. "Oymygodohmygod! Oh my gawd!!!" Chase crossed the final threshold as he came for the first time as Zombimbo. The woman stood up licked her lips and smiled as she looked down at her handiwork. The new girl's heavy chest heaved with each of her deep breaths as she enjoyed the afterglow. A wide satisfied smile shone on her sweaty face. The woman brought her hand to her face, resiting the urge to giggle. "Oh my, looks like we really enjoyed that. Didn't we?" The new girl looked up at the woman and quickly recovered. In almost a single motion she lept to her feet, breasts and ass swaying wildly as she did. She embraced the woman in an off balance hug. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! That was like totally awesome! Oh and it felt like soooooo goooooood!" the girl was talking at almost super speed. The woman placed her hand on the girl's head and she became silent. "I know it all too well dear. There is much to do and we need to get you dressed." As she spoke a pink tube top appeared over the girls chest, tightly clinging and displaying every curve. Soon a tiny miniskirt wrapped around her waist with a black lacy g-string clearly visible from the upper cleft of her ass. Black stockings and matching high heels soon followed completing the trampy look. "Ohmygodohmygod! You just say stuff and it just like happens!" "Yes my dear, in time you may get this ability as well. But it is going to take a lot of hard work." A glazed look came over the girls face. "Ohhh, hard and long work. I can't wait " "Yes, we best hurry, maybe we can catch up to that friend of yours." The duo walked up the staircase the woman's hand cupping the young Zombimbo's ass. Back at the roof Miguel handed over his camera to Greg after getting a quick picture. Blushing at the sight of the nude woman and slutty looking Zombimbo leaving the stairwell. Miguel had been taking courses in photography and fortunately had his camera and zoom lenses with him. Greg browsed though the digital images capturing the fates of the group on the ground. "Looks like he got bitched," Allissa remarked from behind Greg's shoulder. David shook his head. "What the hell was he thinking? At least the others got away, right?" "I guess so," Miguel shrugged. "At least they seemed fine when they disappeared into the buildings." Greg returned the camera to Miguel. He stood facing the group with a somber look on his face. "Ok, what did we learn from that?" The group was silent. After a short pause Jamie spoke quietly. "If you break off from the group, they get you." Greg couldn't hide his smirk, that was exactly the answer he wanted. "Yes! that is exactly what happened. If we separate from one another we don't have any chance at getting out of here." David fumed. Once again Greg was trying to rally his cause to get them to leave. What pissed him off more was that he knew that he had a good point. "They had guns, and it didn't even help them! What are we supposed use?" Miguel asked. David felt the need to reply before Greg had a chance. "It didn't look to me like they were trying to attack them, just pull them away from the supplies." "Guns are more of a liability anyways," Greg finished for David. "Even if you take one down, two more will come running to the sound." "So what do think you wanna do?" Allissa remarked snidely. "Doll up like them and go prancing around? You saw how well that worked." "I don't think I would look good in heels, babe," Greg jokingly replied. "But I have been doing some thinking. Going full force on them just doesn't work. We just need to be able to push them around or knock them down while we make our escape." "Running blind is just as bad as fighting them off," David commented. Greg sighed to himself. "We have gone over this before. The skywalk to the admin building is totally clear, and we haven't heard or seen a thing in there this entire time. We exit the skywalk from the second floor, go down the stairs and exit out the back." "Then just run south to the construction area. Keep moving till we are out of the city," Miguel continued. David stood quietly to himself. He hated how Miguel shifted between his side and Greg's all the time. Greg started to move to the ladder to go back inside. "Listen, let's get back in and have lunch. After that, we need to get things packed up and get going before we run out of daylight." Everyone but David moved behind Greg. David stood there for a few seconds watching them all following Greg. Miguel moved in and put his hand on David's shoulder. "C'mon man. We should go, we can keep talking over lunch. I gotta watch the back." David walked slowly to the ladder. He couldn't understand how everyone just let Greg take charge all the time. He was the one who called out to Greg and Allissa when they were running away. He and Miguel, were the ones who first found the basement research area, and stocked it with food and water. David counted himself lucky to find Miguel when he did. Both of them were doing research for their respective studies when the Zombimbos started to spread. When students, fled the building to either escape the campus or join in the orgy massing outside, he had stopped Miguel when he was just about to leave the library with a small crowd. He tried to convince the students and anyone nearby to stay and lock themselves in the basement to wait it out. No one had listened to him, except for Miguel. David took a deep breath, his anxiety started to well up inside him. In his mind he played back the events of the other group. They had all just witnessed the other group's trials and saw two of their members have their lives changed forever. Yet, to all of them it just seemed like film they saw and later analyzed. Didn't they realize that Greg was about to lead them straight into that? David thought this to himself as he moved carefully down the ladder. As before, they moved quickly and quietly. Greg took a moment to look behind the barricade leading to the skywalk. He gave quick thumbs up before returning to the group. The group made it back to the basement without incident. The group was pleased to see that everything was still as they left it. Fortunately, electricity and water were still working. The whole basement was underground and windowless, the only light that could be provided came from the florescent bulbs in the low ceiling of the room. They had pushed aside the shelves of old research books to make room to bring together all the tables in to room to provide a space to work, eat and plan. Additionally the basement had its own men's and women's bathrooms and water fountain, all in full working order. Finally, in the back of the basement, was the main office for the custodial staff. There was a room full of tools, cleaning supplies and keys. There was even a breakroom with a soda and snack machine that they were able to smash open. Lunch consisted of candy bars and other snacks they had raided from the snack machines. David sat quietly, eating as slow as possible. Where as Greg gulped down a candy bar and some water and began to promptly survey their supply bags. He then disappeared into the janitor's office. He returned with a broomstick modified with several hangers curved into a hook shape and held unto by a heavy amount of duct tape. "I have been doing some thinking," Greg announced. "They don't seem to have the best balance in the world. We can use this to trip them up." Greg demonstrated on the nearby chair. He positioned the hook to one of the legs and yanked sharply. The chair slipped to the ground onto one side. Greg stood proudly holding the weapon at his side. "Shouldn't you just sharpen that up and shis ka bob the skanks?" Allissa commented. "We don't really have the tools for that. Besides this could be more effective. They don't seem to react to pain, but they do topple over, and have a bit of trouble getting back up. Doubt we are gonna need it much anyway, things seems pretty clear on the way out." David propped the hook against the wall, "Alright guys, let's get outta here. That other group just gave us out best chance. While they are all hovering around the quad, we can sneak out the back. Miguel, get anything that won't spoil and pack it up. Jamie, fill up the water bottles and get some more from the machines. Allissa, check over the bags and make sure we got everything. David....." "I am not going," David interrupted. Greg slumped over visibly irritated by David's lack of cooperation. "Why? what is it that is keeping you here?" David thought for a second, he didn't want to give an argument that he had already given before. He knew that Greg would already have a response ready. "This place is a perfect safehouse. We can support other survivors here, it's safe." Greg took a seat across from David. He nodded to the group. David's heart sank as they all began moving, carrying out their assigned tasks. "Hey, look at me," Greg commanded. David lifted his head, staring daggers at Greg. He hated these little pep talks and speeches he kept getting from Greg. Apparently Greg was some up and coming basketball great, leading their school to their first winning season in years. David didn't really care all that much, he never followed sports, he came to the university to study for a career. All David cared about was that Greg had some way of motivating the others. David admitted to himself that this had been a good thing, and he personally respected Greg's natural leadership. However, to David this was going too far. Greg was using his charisma to override his intelligence. Greg looked back unfazed. "Listen, I am not your enemy, ok. I want to get all of us out here safe." "And play the hero," David added. Greg paused and looked at him. "I am scared too alright." David looked closely at Greg. His face had a honest look of concern. David's stomach turned, for a second he went over Greg's plan in his mind. He felt the cold reality that all of this was going to happen hit him. In the end, he just couldn't see himself going with them. He could only see their team meet the same fate as the group they just saw. "I am going to stay behind. You need a plan B if things don't work out for you. I can hold the fort, have a safe place for you all to fall back to." Greg's face took on a stern look. "We will not come back for you. You stay, you're stuck." "I know that. I want that. We can still call and text each other. If you run into anyone else, you can let them know there is a safe place to go." Greg stood up. "Just sit there and think about it. I need to make sure the others are ready to go." David watched as he left to the next room and heard the chattering voices of the others. In them he heard a sense of excitement and relief. David had never felt more alone in his life. All too soon the group had assembled at the door leading to the first floor. Each of them carrying a larger pack then usual with extra supplies. David stood with them, but he still had no intention of leaving with them. Greg looked them over one more time and stood before them. "I know you are getting tired of hearing this, but we need to make sure that we are ready. We stick together, we don't stop to fight, we run. Most importantly, if you get separated from the group, we will not go after you. Do what you can to get free, or at least try and distract them." Everyone in the group had a somber look. They had discussed these details many times, but now it seemed that they would have to actually have to carry out their plans. None of them liked the idea of being abandoned, or having to leave someone to their fate. Greg had paused to allow this to sink in, and then continued. "You all know what would likely happen if we started running after each other. The entire group will be scattered and we would all be doomed. I am going to do my damnest to make sure it does not come to that! We stay quiet, we keep moving and we will get out of this! Let's move!" Greg stepped up and opened the double doors wide. The group began to assume their ranks and move forward. David almost found himself moving with them. His heart was in his throat, he felt sweat beading on his brow. "I am not going guys." Even though it was practically a whisper the whole team heard and turned to face David. "I am going to hold down the fort. If things go south, come back here and give the special knock and we can try again later." Miguel was visibly flustered by David's words. He moved slowly back to David. "David has separated himself from the group," Greg said coldly. "We go on without him." Greg turned and began to move up the stairs. The team moved in behind him, giving quiet glances back to David. David smiled meekly and gave a small wave before closing and locking the doors. The group moved silently up the stairs. "Is he going to have enough food?" Miguel asked when they reached the top. "We didn't take everything, and he still had his pack with him too," Jamie replied. "Stay focused!" Greg reminded them. The team swiftly made it to the second floor and the barricades blocking the way to the skywalk. Greg made hand signals to Miguel to help him move the heavy bookcases as the girls began to move the chairs and tables away. Soon they had made enough room to walk into the skywalk. As each of them left the security of the barricade they readied their weapons. Greg gripped his hook with two hands as his eyes scanned ahead. Allissa tapped her pocket feeling her personal can of pepper spray. Jamie had no weapons on hand, but she had a spare wrench and pipe in her pack. Miguel had his broomstick, but he laid it on the floor as he went back to move the barricade back into place. Before he made it to the opened barricade, he turned his head toward a quiet tapping on the floor behind him. Greg tapped his hook on the ground once more and shook his head at Miguel. Miguel was a bit torn, part of him wanted to secure the barricade to make sure no Zombimbos could find their way to David. Yet, he and Greg also knew that had to keep an escape route. Miguel made a mental note to text David and let him know about the barricade when they made it out. The group moved forward, much slower than they usually did. Each of them could feel their hearts beating and Jamie was even shaking with each step forward. They made it out of the skywalk and arrived on the second floor of the administration building. The floor was well lit and had rows of bookcases. Even though it was a different building, the second floor served as an extension of the library. Greg began to move the left wall to the stairs but signaled the team to stop. In a desk, near to the wall, they spotted a girl sleeping with her face in a book. She had platinum blonde hair draped across her face. They all saw her huge chest heaving under the tight cotton sweater. They even spied that she had a hand reaching beneath her skirt and she was softly rubbing herself as she slept. Greg and the others gave her a wide berth. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the girl was a Zombimbo. They creeped as quietly as they could all of their eyes locked on the girl as she stirred and moaned slightly. They were halfway across the room and directly across from the Zombimbo when Jamie felt her foot step in something. She looked down to see a heap of blonde hair right under her foot. Suddenly the hair moved and wrapped itself around her leg! Jamie let out a shriek as her leg was pulled out from under her and she fell to the carpet with a dull thud. The others turned to her. Allissa was closest and reached out her hand to Jamie's. In a violent motion the hair wrapped around both her legs and pulled Jamie towards a nearby room where the hair's source appeared to be. "Oh my god!!! Somebody help me!!" Jaime screamed. The hair whipped up and lifted Jamie helplessly into the air. In a swift motion Jamie disappeared into the room and door violently slammed shut. Out of instinct the group ran to the door to help their comrade. "Ha Ha! I can't believe you fell for that!" came a voice from behind them. They all stopped to see the Zombimbo that they thought was sleeping standing by the desk. She had a wide smile spread across her ruby lips. Miguel made the first move toward the Zombimbo, his broomstick raised to strike. Greg turned back to the door where Jamie was, but Allissa grabbed him by the arm. "She got caught! She is probably already one of them by now!" Allissa yelled, the terror in her voice causing her to wavier on every word. Greg steeled himself and turned to help Miguel who was swinging at the Zombimbo. The girl raised her arms trying to block the assaults as she moved closer to her prey. Miguel jumped back reading her impending attack. Suddenly the Zombimbo moved her hands to her cotton shirt and yanked it up giving Miguel a good look at her naked breasts. Miguel was stunned for a second as he took in the sight of her tender breast flesh and bright pink nipples. She had the shirt nearly past her head when she suddenly fell over backwards. Her breasts flopped wildly as she fell and knocked her head against the desk. She lay on the ground motionless. Miguel looked over to see Greg with his hook still around the Zombimbo's leg. "We need to get out of here now! Others probably heard all that!" Greg yelled but only loud enough to make his point to Miguel and Allissa. "What about Jamie?" Miguel asked. "It's too late, we need to get out of here!" Greg replied. Miguel started to panic. "We should head back!" "No!" Greg roared. "If we go back now, we will never make it out of here!" Miguel was taken back a bit by his response and Allissa cringed as well. They could tell that Greg was more determined then ever to get out and stick to the plan. They followed behind him as they moved down the stairs as quickly as they could. Meanwhile in the room... Jamie was overwhelmed by dizziness and terror. Her body was cocooned on the floor in blonde hair, she attempted to struggle but it was too tight. Her eyes followed the hair to its source. In the corner there was an innocent looking girl with alabaster skin standing silently. Across her body was her own hair, forming a blonde bikini. The girl looked back into Jamie's eyes and started to walk towards her. Her smallish (for a Zombimbo) breasts bounced with every step. She moved slowly trying not to trip over the rest of her hair that laid in pools all over the floor. "Sorry for tricking you like that," she said. "I am sure you are angry now, but soon we are going to be the best of friends." Jamie was terrified and shook with fear. The cocoon loosened up, she quickly tried to spring up to run away but the hair still was firmly wrapped around her wrists and ankles. The hair tugged at her and she was suspended in the air with her arms and legs spread apart. She looked down in shock and saw that she was completely naked! Jamie looked towards the Zombimbo. She couldn't believe that such strength could come from such a small innocent looking girl. She girl looked up at her with a mused look on her face. "Hmm...not a whole lot to work with." Jamie flushed with embarrassment at the comment. She was pretty much flat in the chest department and the rest of her body wasn't much to look at either. While she certainty wasn't jealous of the Zombimbos and their huge chests, she did feel a twinge of anger being constantly reminded of her own assets by them. "All right new friend. It is time for a makeover!" Jamie closed her eyes, she knew what that meant. Part of her wished to hear the sounds of the door breaking down and the shouts of her comrades coming to her rescue. She kept them closed for what seemed like in eternity. She was expecting to be assaulted by some kind of extreme sensation. She opened her eyes. She saw thousands of tiny hair strands poking into her body like needles! She couldn't feel a single one of them but the sight was shocking, but Jamie couldn't work up the emotion. She actually felt relaxed! "You like it?" the girl asked. "It is a lot like that needle thingy that people use to get them calm and stuff. But, I can do lots more then that! Check this out!" The Zombimbo lifted her right arm up excitedly. Her hair above her scalp began to glow. The glow moved rapidly along the hair leading the strands impaling Jamie's breasts! Jamie looked down to see her chest glow softly and saw her nipples stiffening. Her chest began to tingle and before her very eyes she saw mounds push up behind behind her nipples! She then saw more glows approaching her in rapid fire succession. Each burst brought a new sensation as her chest continued to expand. Jamie felt herself being pulled down as the new weight was added to her chest. She saw other pulses of light go toward her back and she felt her spine and shoulders change as well as her chest pushed out even further. Jamie still felt relaxed and peaceful from the hair acupuncture, but she knew in her mind that she was on the road to becoming one of them. She tried to formulate some plan in her mind before it was bimbofied. She decided that she would try and talk her way out, surely it couldn't be too hard to outsmart a Zombimbo. She recalled how the girl from the other group had failed, but she had to try something! "Oh! Thank You! This is such a wonderful gift!" Jamie tried to sound as happy as she could. "But, I think that is enough for now. Can you please let me down so we can talk face to face." "Silly, I am just getting started. We gotta do something about the rest of you!" Jamie could see a look of determination on the girl's face. She knew that no amount of logic or trickery would be effective. "Wait!....I....I...don't want this," Jamie pleaded. "Let me go please." "Oh dear, my new friend sure is a difficult one." The girl rested her hand on her chin. "I am gonna fix you right up and let out the real you!" Despite the relaxing feeling all over her body Jamie's head shook in terror as a blinding light came from the Zombimbo's hair and slammed into her body like a bolt of lightning. The experience was incredible. All over she felt parts of her body shifting, expanding and shrinking. As the light faded she looked down. Her chest had grown even larger! She could not see anything below her mammoth cleavage but she she could sense that stomach had contracted, while her waist and butt had expanded. She looked at her arms and it was like her skin was tan silk. She felt her brown hair on her shoulder blades as well. "He He." The Zombimbo giggled. "I think I may have overdid it a bit." Jamie glared at her. "You think!! My body looks like a sick sex fantasy!" "Oh my!" The Zombimbo's face beamed with enlightenment. "That is a great idea!" Jamie became worried at that comment as she saw all the hair needles remove themselves from her body. Still suspended by the hair shackles, she watched as the hair needles reformed themselves and combined into several strands about an inch thick. She stared at them with confusion as they dangled around her, but suddenly it hit her! The Zombimbo was going to use her hair like an army of penises! At that exact moment the hair dicks began to move across her body. They wrapped around her new breasts and squeezed them like coiled snakes. She felt them rubbing softly against her thighs and one was caressing her ass. She looked at the Zombimbo. The girl had a glazed look on her face and was fondling her tits. She used her other hand to gently caress her vagina. She moved her hands away for a second and the hair bikini disappeared and formed a new hair dick. The appendage moved swiftly underneath Jamie. Jamie looked down, she know where this one was heading. Jamie looked back at the Zombimbo. Her finger was hovering over her own vagina, she moved it in closer and lightly touched it. Jamie felt the sensation of the hair dick mimicking the girls movements. She felt her body quiver, Jamie bit her lip and realized that she was starting to want to be filled by the mock penis. She saw the girl push her finger slowly into her pussy and Jamie felt herself being penetrated as well. She opened her mouth to gasp as it forced its way in, and quickly her mouth was filled by another hair dick. She noticed that the Zombimbo had placed her finger in her mouth as well. Jamie couldn't believe how good it all felt. Her whole body felt both foreign and familiar at the same time. She never imagined that her drab body could be changed to something so sensual and exciting. Somewhere in her head she was screaming about being violated, but it was slowing being drowned out by her own moans of pleasure. She sensed her own climax and bucked her hips and rolled her tongue against the hair dick. She felt the all the dicks tense into her body at once and she immediately came. The hair dicks lost their forms and lowered her softly to the ground. The hair Zombimbo was covered in a sweat and breathed heavily. She walked to her creation, who was panting heavily on all fours. She touched her back and felt a warmth enter her. The hair Zombimbo gasped and clutched her body as she felt new pleasure welling inside her body. Her skin darkened to a natural brown tan. Her thin frame began to fill out, doubling her chest size and she gained a foot in height. Her hair changed as well, from blonde to shiny black. Then her hair began to retract into her skull stopping just before her full round ass. It took on a natural curve as the Zombimbo went from a wispy girl to a sultry seductress. New strands of hair draped over her body forming a tight red dress with a deep cut in the middle showing off her new cleavage. She was amazed that she could now control the form, color and shape of her hair like never before. "Oh my gawd! You are like totally different!" exclaimed Zombimbo Jamie as she had finally recovered from her conversion. "Yes, it is mostly thanks to you. I was getting tired of tripping over my hair all the time. I hope you like it, and still want to be my friend." "Oh like the bestest! C'mon BFF! I want round two!" The new Zombimbo turned and bent over, both hands firmly gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. Her new friend was more then happy to oblige. Miguel, Allissa and Greg moved down the staircase to the first floor. They each tried to ignore the moaning sounds coming from the room upstairs. There was some relief when it ended and they knew their comrade's struggle was over. They came down the center foyer of the building. Ahead of them were large double doors that lead outside to the student center. As they discussed earlier they agreed to not take that route. Zombimbos roamed everywhere near the student center and they would be seen in broad daylight at the large doors. Instead they had planned to move toward the offices and find a back door or a window to crawl through. Greg reached for the knob to the office area and found it to be locked. He motioned to Allissa for the crowbar she had in her pack. As she searched her bag for it Miguel stood guard. He still was shaken from his last encounter. His heart still raced at the thought of what would have happened had Greg not stepped in. He cursed himself for not being mentally prepared. He moved his eyes quickly and kept his ears alert to any sign of movement. Even though it was all clear he still felt his heart beating rapidly and the hairs on his neck were standing at full attention. Miguel heard a soft cracking behind him as the door began to give. He held his breath hoping that there wasn't some kind of alarm on the door that would start wailing sirens. He whispered a quiet "thank you" as the door simply popped and swung open. Greg got up and Allissa put back the crowbar. The three entered the room. The lights were off and the room was mostly dark, but sunlight from 3 windows on the opposite wall provided enough illumination to move around. Allissa turned and reached for a light switch. Miguel blocked her just in time shaking his head. He thought that if the lights suddenly went on, that it may alert any nearby Zombimbos that could be in the room. There was a short maze of cubicles and offices between them and the exit door. Miguel gripped his weapon tightly, fearing danger around every turn. Also, there was something about the room that made his skin crawl. It felt almost devoid of sound and movement. He could only barely hear his comrades breathing and footsteps. They moved slowly as Greg checked every cube and corner as they advanced. They ducked low beneath the cubicle walls to stay hidden. Allissa rested her hand on Greg's back and Miguel kept his eyes peeled, watching the area behind them. As they turned the corner they encountered a barricade of boxes and chairs. Greg started to look around to see if there could be other survivors hiding in the room. He felt a gentle tapping on his back and Allissa pointed just beyond the barricade. Across the floor, they spotted several torn garments. Greg realized that whoever used to be here were now part of the Zombimbo horde. He hoped that they had moved on after turning, he didn't like the thought of fighting off turned survivors in such cramped conditions. Miguel joined Greg and Allissa in dismantling the makeshift tangle of chairs and boxes. They moved as slowly and quietly as possible. All while each was half expecting a Zombimbo to come turning around the corner. They made enough room to crawl around the side of the barricade. Greg and Allissa squeezed though and Miguel turned around to check behind them. As he turned he came nose to nose with a beautiful woman dressed like a librarian! The librarian touched Miguel's lips with her finger and moved her other finger to her own. She made a quiet 'Shhh' sound. Miguel tried to yell but no sound was made! He swung his broomstick but she was already to close and it barely hit her side. The librarian took advantage of his move and jumped forward onto him. Her breasts collided with his face, he lost balance and fell unto his back. When he landed he realized that the impact had made no sound at all. The librarian now straddled his waist. Despite being a Zombimbo in her own right, she was dressed conservatively. She had a white blouse and a tan vest over her modest bosom. Her dark hair was up in a bun and she even had maroon reading glasses on. If it wasn't for the look of lust in her eyes, Miguel would have mistaken her for a stereotypical librarian. However, that soon changed. The woman pulled at the brooch on her vest. In a single motion her blouse and vest tore away revealing a red teddy straining to hold in her her ample tits. She tore off her skirt in a similar fashion displaying her matching garter straps and showing Miguel that the teddy was crotchless. He could see her juices dripping into his jeans just above his dick. Despite himself he saw a tent forming in his jeans. She then pulled at a pin in the bun of her her hair and shook it out into a wild full mane of wavy brunette hair. Her glasses were thrown off as well and she looked into his eyes deeply. Miguel was awestruck by the erotic performance. He reminded himself of the danger he was in and he tried to struggle and yell out. Again, no sounds were made. Still on his back, Miguel tried to swing once again at the woman. His movements were easy to read and the Zombimbo easily blocked and took hold of the broomstick with both hands. Miguel struggled for his weapon, the Zombimbo then suddenly leaned forward to kiss him. Miguel let go of the broomstick and grabbed the Zombimbo shoulders as she moved in closer, her lips pushed out still ready to kiss. In a swift motion the Zombimbo used the broomstick to slam down on Miguel's elbows and force his arms down. He was pinned down by his own weapon! The move shocked Miguel. He had never seen a Zombimbo use tools or counter attacks like this before. In his shock he was completely open and the Zombimbo quickly moved in and kissed Miguel! Time seemed to slow for Miguel. He felt her full lips against his, and felt the warmth of her tongue as it darted into his mouth, finding his own. She started as the aggressor, pushing his tongue back almost to his throat. Miguel responded trying to wrap the slippery invader with is own tongue. As their tongues wrestled, Miguel could feel his body growing hotter and hotter. He could feel his member straining for release inside his jeans. Miguel was so distracted by the kiss that he didn't realize that the Zombimbo had let go of the broomstick and that her hands were now moving deftly to his crotch. The Zombimbo intensified her kiss, pushing herself as close to him as possible. Miguel felt her large breasts and hard nipples grinding into him as he felt movement at the front of his jeans. Before he could react, his zipper was pulled down, and his engorged cock was freed from his boxers. He could feel the heat from the Zombimbo's pussy as his tip meet against her moist slit. The Zombimbo broke her kiss and leaned back. Miguel felt his dick become enveloped into her soft folds. "It's all over," he thought to himself as he looked up to see the Zombimbo with a pleasant smile on her face as she began to bounce on his cock. After moving carefully to the next corner Allissa glanced back and noticed that Miguel was gone! She frantically started to swat Greg's back and has he turned his face was shocked to see no sign of Miguel. They darted back to the barricade. Allissa made it first and looked though their opening. She gasped as she saw a gorgeous woman bucking up and down like she was riding a wild bronco! She looked down to see Miguel's face wincing in either pain or pleasure as the wild woman rode his dick. Allissa could see their mouths open, gasping and grunting but she couldn't hear a thing! She felt Greg move up beside her and he too saw Miguel giving the last fucking he would ever have as a male. Greg dipped his head down in failure. He turned slowly from the scene and began to continue towards the door. Allissa followed close behind, knowing there was nothing more they could do for their comrade. Greg turned the simple lock on the exit door and pushed it open. His face contorted with anger as he cursed Miguel for getting caught, and himself for running away. He refocused on the goal as he looked into the back ally for any threats. The alleyway was smaller then he expected. It was mostly closed off due to the construction of the new building right next to it. He saw the chain link fence dividing the construction zone from the campus. In the bright of the day he was able to see clearly down both sides of the alleyway and gave Allissa the all clear signal as they began to exit. Greg looked around for something to hold the door shut to prevent them from being followed by their turned comrades. Finding nothing of use he opted to keep moving as fast as possible. The duo moved to the side of the fence. It was at least 7 feet tall, with no entrance on that side. Greg was glad to see that there was no barbed wire on the top to prevent them from going over. He put his back to the fence, knelt over and cupped his hands. Allissa silently nodded and moved her foot into Greg's hands. She admired how easily he was able to lift her. She moved herself to the other side of the fence and climbed down trying to make as little noise as possible. Greg lept up and grasped the top of the bar. Again, Allissa found herself gawking at Greg as his biceps flexed and lifted himself up. She did what she could to put her fallen friends in the back of her mind. She reminded herself that if things were normal, she would have never even spoken to any of them in the first place. However, she could definitely see herself with Greg. She smiled at Greg as he landed right in front of her. Greg smiled back, with a slightly sadder smile. They started walking to the other side of the construction zone. Allissa, moved in beside Greg and wrapped herself around his arm. "Looks like we made it," she said softly. Greg smiled at her weakly. He recognized the loss of his comrades, but was determined to get themselves out of here. "Stay focused, we are almost home free." They moved around the construction site. They ducked behind cement mixers, piles of wood, and whatever else they could find as the darted from cover to cover. The building project had only began about a month ago. The new building was only a skeleton of steel girders pushed into the dirt covered foundation. Greg saw that there was no additional cover between them and rest of the way to the other fence. He grabbed Allissa's hand and they moved out from behind the stacks of drywall toward their last obstacle. The two ran to the fence, but Greg then squeezed Allissa's hand tightly and came to an abrupt halt. Allissa looked over to see Greg's eyes locked to his left. She followed his gaze to a large figure moving between the girders. Allissa saw the figure and could make out large arms and legs as it approached. She quickly figured that it had to be a construction worker who was hiding in the construction zone. However, her assumption soon proved to be wrong