"Eeeeeee!" screamed Holly, pointing back at a team of cheerleaders and members of the college glee club, all with dead gazing blue eyes and a clueless slow group gate forming a forward march down the main quad of the St. Jude University for Young Women.
"I have an outfit just like hers!" Holly's pointing finger reached far out the second floor window of the university's abandoned physics department. This year's class for some odd reason didn't sign up for many of the hardcore sciences.
Sarah also leaned out, but through an adjacent window. She considered her friend's exclamation. "No, it's a totally different print."
The moans of the slowly approaching mob grew more audible.
"Hm. You're right," huffed Holly, turning and sliding her back down the wall below the windowsill while crossing her arms in frustration. "Next semester's spring break is going to suck. None of the guys are going to sneak over of here when word of this gets out."
"Go back!" yelled Sarah, waving her arms out the window at two girls leaving the Sociology Building.
The two girls held books against their chests like Archie comic book characters. They looked back at Sarah's mad gesticulations, shrugged, turned, and walked right into a crowd of tight pencil skirted librarians with silk blouses and dark rimmed eyeglasses.
"Shit!" said Holly, peering over the windowsill. "They didn't have a chance."
The librarians pushed the two girls down. The first unsuspecting student wore jeans and fought back with harsh kicks. The head librarian easily pinned down the wild swinging legs, popped the '505' fly-buttons, and began to get some tongue access under the panties.
The other librarians worked together on the second student, holding her down and lifting her skirt.
It took only a moment of oral pleasure before the two new inductees changed from making screams of fear to panting screams of ecstasy. Their eyes turned bright blue and clueless. Their breasts expanded pressing against their already snug sweaters. They stood, corrected each other's clothes. One tugged pulling down and making adjustments to her cohort's skirt in a few places. The other returned the favor and slowly buttoned up the jeans. They looked longingly at each other and kissed, but it didn't satisfy. They tried to kiss again as they ran their fingers madly desperately through each other's hair. Still the buzz was gone. They locked mouths again.
"Run if you still know who you are!" yelled Sarah. "Don't give up!"
"Damn they got boobed -- really boobed," said Holly, disappointedly looking down at her own chest. She cupped the breasts. "Sometimes I'd like to try bigger."
"Sometimes I wonder if you're already one of them," scolded Sarah. She leaned back out the window. "Run you big boobed bookworms!"
The kiss stopped. The two looked up at Sarah and licked their lips at the site of untouched sexuality. They moaned just like the many clueless drone students stumbling around them. The quad was filling with more bright blue eyed sexually hungry moans.
The librarians had now taken the lead towards the physics building. Their high heels scraped the asphalt sidewalk as they dragged their steps reaching out their arms for some lustful love advertising itself from the second floor window.
Sarah and Holly gulped.
The cheerleaders stayed on the quad's lawn to tackle the remaining holdout members of the field hockey team. Field hockey uniforms with their high socks and short skirts provided little protection. The cleats on the shoes proved useless. Once teammates found themselves knocked to the ground, ecstasy effortlessly pressed into their bodies. The hockey sticks proved better than cleat kicking for warding off the dead sex until, snap after snap, the clubs broke.
Infected students healed instantly. Broken shoulders and arms popped back into place. More screams followed. Once a swinging wooden club broke, its owner found herself pinned down and converted. Her field hockey fleece tightened as her breast size enlarged. Suddenly sex had a scent and in the center of the plume of ecstasy were a few remaining fierce fighting field hockey teammates hopelessly resisting destiny.
The gang of dead blue eyed glee club members, Jude's Jamboree, moaned in unison and retreated back towards the theater after one of their own pointed and gave an operatic shrill. The other glee singers joined, both in voice and in pointing towards the theater's front doors.
They clearly smelled someone hiding inside.
"Did you chain the front door?" asked Holly.
"There were no chains. I had to use a rope. I tied a figure-eight-follow-through-knot around a bowline loop then I tightened it with a trucker's hitch."
Holly looked a little lost. "I guess that should take those bimbos a few hours while they figure out what to do."
"I don't know. They like to put things in their mouths. They might break the glass and suck those knots free before we know it."
"You're right. We should head for Administration. Maybe we can steal the dean's car."
"No. This is the physics building. It's got bottled water in the teacher's lounge and Ramen noodles for food. All that could last us for weeks. There are also tools like um, you know: thing'ma'boppers and doodads. We can make weapons."
"Do you know how to make explosives with household products?"
"No."
"Do you know how to make a crossbow with the freshmen class Newton spring loaded meters, some large metal calipers, and fishing lines from the supposedly frictionless pulley systems?"
"No."
