The Bimbo Virus Part Two

The Bimbo Virus, Part 2 by ~realitychanger42



Survivors of the Bimbo Virus, Part Two

Jason woke.
For a second, he froze. Where was he?
Looking around, he saw a bare ceiling, no lights hanging from it, nothing to hint a location. The walls had a mirror, a bookshelf, and a movie poster for the Dawn of the Dead remake… but nothing Jason could recognize.
Then, he remembered. He remembered Derek, his fallen comrade, and the hordes of bimbos running down the maze of streets that was suburbia, remembered the signs proclaiming salvation for any survivors. Jason froze. He remembered the bimbo walking out of the house. He held his breath in his lungs. If he was in the same house… there might be a bimbo.
He looked around the room, searching for anything that might aid to his defense. Strangely enough, he was wearing the same clothes, and his supplies were placed neatly by the bed. Looking into the mirror, Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't a bimbo, which meant he still had a chance to get out of the city unscathed.
Jason picked up his crowbar, which lay next to his supplies. Feeling its weight, he reflected on the fact that he never killed a bimbo before, only using the crowbar to push them off him and to block their advances. Unlike zombies, which was what he was saving the crowbar for, they had some idea of self-preservation; they wouldn't kill themselves, or starve. They ate food, but it seemed that they didn't eat often.
Jason quickly pulled out a small black leather book. Flipping it open, he laughed. The book, titled The Bimbo Survival Guide, was found in an abandoned house. Apparently the man who wrote it had followed a flock of bimbos, studying their behavior, until he presumably got caught and turned into one of them. It had passed through many hands before Jason's; multiple survivors had written entries on what best to do when surrounded, where to get food, and what places were overrun. Jason had even added a few articles as well.
Jason put the book away and opened the door slowly. Creeping forward, he reached the end of the hall, where the floor opened into a wide dining area. Jason sniffed, and heard something sizzling. Something was cooking? Maybe the house was on fire? Jason moved, seeing the kitchen for the first time. Through the door, he noticed a table, where a man was slumped over, sprawled eagle. Jason gulped. Maybe he ran out of food, and just collapsed from exhaustion?  Creeping into the kitchen, Jason poked the guy with the edge of the crowbar.
"I'm awake!" The man shouted, leaping from his chair, and Jason fell back. The man blinked, then noticed Jason on the floor.
"Oh," He said. "You thought I was dead."
"Kinda," Jason replied.
        "Well, I'm not," The man said. "Just… sleepy." He yawned, stretching. "Allow me to introduce myself, survivor. I am George, and this is my girlfriend, Sally." He motioned to the oven, where Jason noticed for the first time the bimbo that had come to meet him outside. Jumping up, Jason raised his crowbar in defense, blocking any moves for his face. Startled, the bimbo blinked at him and laughed.
        "I know how I look," She said, motioning to her DD sized breasts. "But trust me, I'm a survivor, like you."
        "Prove it," Jason said.
        "I'm making scrambled eggs," Sally said. "I'm not racing to make out with you, and I'm not wearing slutty clothes."  Jason noticed she was wearing a tank top that showed ample cleavage, a pair of blue jeans, flip flops, but nothing labeled as "slutty". Could she be a survivor?
        "Still," Jason said. "None of them are as… attractive as you."
        "Aww, you're making me blush," She giggled. George coughed and there was an awkward silence.
        "Sally is a rare case," George said. "She was actually kissed by a bimbo."
        "Really?" Jason asked, pulling out The Bimbo Survival Guide. "There's nothing in here…" George gasped.
        "Is that… what I think it is?"
        "What?"
        "Is that The Bimbo Survival Guide?"
        "Yeah, it is…"
        "Hand it over!" George said, grabbing it out of Jason's hands. "Ooh," He said. "I thought I'd never see this again!"
        "You wrote in it?" Jason asked.
        "Write in it?" George laughed. "I started it! I left it behind weeks ago, hoping others could continue my research! I was hoping I would come across it, but… oh, this is perfect! I've got so much more to put in it! And at such a perfect time in my research!"
        "Research?"
        "George was… is a virologist before the outbreak," Sally explained. "Since the Bimbo Virus hit, he's been working on a cure. He's been making several breakthroughs since he found me."
        "What do you mean, 'found you'?" Jason asked, curious. "Because you're infected?" Sally nodded.
        "I was in the flock of bimbos George was researching. He recognized that I was different, and actually pulled me out."
        "So, you didn't become a bimbo?"
        "Not mentally. With other bimbos, all they thought about was sex, clothes, makeup, and food, in that order. I was the only one who still had any individual thought left. When I saw George, I left the flock, and we've been together ever since."
        "Wow," Jason whistled.
        "The Bimbo Virus only targets mental changes in males," George said. "It manipulates brain cells, even killing them, remarkably lowering a person's intelligence, until they are only capable of remembering three or four things at a time. It also increases libido and sensitivity in the sex organs, making intercourse the number one problem, in their minds. They see a guy, go to him, and spread the disease on through the saliva glands."
        "But that's just in guys?" Jason asked. George nodded, continuing.
        "For females, the increase in breast size and libido is still present, but the brain remains unaffected, making complex thought possible. That's why Sally can cook eggs and resist the urge to procreate; she as the cognitive capacity to do so. Plus, she's only a carrier, the virus does not pass from infected females to healthy females."
        "Well, that's good," Jason said, then thought. "If you have all this knowledge of the virus and how it spreads, then… do you have a cure?"
George grinned.
        "That's what I'm hoping," He said. "Come with me to the lab."


        The best Jason could describe George's lab was that it looked like an exact replica of Will Smith's in I Am Legend. Jason commented on this, and George laughed.
        "Smith's lab was the inspiration for mine," He admitted, smiling. He donned a white lab coat and Sally came down with the eggs.
"Breakfast," She announced, and handed the plates to George and Jason.
        "Aren't you having any?" Jason asked, noticing that she didn't have a plate of her own.
        "No," She answered. "I'm not that hungry. That, and food isn't that important to me." That should have struck something in his head, a warning or something, but he shrugged it off and dug into the eggs. Jason's head whirled with the taste. He never thought he would eat scrambled eggs again.
        "We discovered the basis of the virus," George continued, "How it spread, infecting from cell to cell, replacing DNA with its own modified version." Jason saw a bunch of charts, some magnified views of cells erupting with hundred of particles. He pointed at a spaceship-shaped figure on the magnified image with his fork.
        "Is that it?" Jason asked.
        "Yeah," George replied. "That's the virus." There was a moment of silence, then George continued. "There's a part of the virus, part of its genetic code, that does not change over the course of its lifespan. When it infects a human, it absorbs and changes his DNA, therefore changing the virus itself."
        "But there's a part of the virus that dosen't change with the person's DNA," Jason reasoned. "And if you can find a way to kill that part, you can kill the virus?"
        "Theoretically," George agreed.
        "How long will it take to create a vaccine?" Jason asked enthusiastically, eyeing all the medical instruments before him. Looking around, he noticed a glass wall separating one part of the room from the other, creating a small enclosure within the lab. A discoloration on the wall beyond the glass caught his eye, but… George was talking now, and Jason shrugged it off.
        "We have a vaccine developed," George said, almost uneasily.
        "So what's the catch?" Jason asked. George sighed.
        "The 'catch', as you call it," He said. "Would be that we have no way of knowing if it works or not. So we have to test it."
        "So?"
        "So, that would mean going into the field," George said. "With them." Jason stopped, his face pale.
        "I know what you're going to ask," Jason said, horrified. "And no. No, I'm not going outside to test a vaccine that might not work. No, I'm not going to risk my masculinity."
        "We weren't asking, Jason," George said uneasily. Jason stood, looking at George's plate. The eggs sat, still steaming, untouched. It's in the eggs, Jason realized. At the same moment Sally grabbed Jason's arms and dragged him away from the table, he realized that he left his crowbar upstairs, in the kitchen.
        "Jason, stay calm!" George said. "We don't know of any side-effects!"
        "Side-effects my ass!" Jason yelled. "You pan on getting your girlfriend to turn me into a bimbo!"
        "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I'm sterile, remember?" Sally smiled. "So it's not me you have to worry about." She pushed Jason into the glass enclosure, closing the glass door before Jason could rush towards her. He heard a clock click on the other side, and he knew it was no use fighting to open it. He was trapped.
        "Then who should I be worried about?" Jason snarled.
        "Them," George said, pressing a button. The discolored portion of the wall opened, and Jason shielded his eyes from the sun.

        Outside.

        "I'd give you… twenty minutes," George said. "Before one of them notices and decided to explore. I'm sorry Jason, but look at it this way… if you make it, we'll keep you here to survive the rest of the outbreak."
       "Yeah, and if I don't, I turn into you're roommate's pen pal!" Jason said, staying as far away from the door as he could. He was trapped. If he stayed…
certain doom. If he went outside, with no weapons, no food or supplies…

        George was wrong. It was only ten minutes.

        A bimbo, with blonde hair reaching down to her ass, stumbled in, high heels clicking on the concrete floor of the basement. It looked around, as if startled, then saw Jason. It moaned, and moved towards him as if to embrace Jason.
"No," Jason said, but the bimbo was already on him.

        The last thing he remembered was Georges eyes watching him. They were cold, calculating.

        Empty.

        The two bimbos left, and George breathed a sigh of disappointment.
        "Case 324 didn't work out as planned," He said to Sally. "Still no cure."
        "I'll go put the signs up," Sally said, knowing full well George couldn't. He closed the outer door and watched sadly through a basement window as the bimbo that was Jason walked away, ass swinging with her stride.
        "We're really running out of people to test on," George said. "All the guys are either dead… or bimbos."
        "There's still you," Sally said, kissing his cheek.
        "I guess…" George said, thinking. "Put out the signs," George agreed. "Let's see who the cat drags in this time."