The Symptoms were as follows. Pigmentation of the skin ranging from light or dark brown to obsidian. Swollen o-shaped lips. An unescapable urge to wear scandalous attires. Hair bangs that cover their eyes. Curvaceous tall figure with enlargement of the breasts and rear. Those were the result of a disgruntled lunatic who unleashed that mysterious virus into the city and became Patient Zero. Their intelligence severely dwindled, and the aforementioned symptoms manifested alongside an urge to propagate. And all hell broke loose. The people came in contact with Patient Zero and turned out infected. Touching an infected would be suicidal since the infection can spread from contact with the infected or their bodily fluids. And apparently, even men aren't spared because the virus has the side effect of turning the male gender rather feminine. Now the city has been overrun by them. The equivalent of if blown up dolls and zombies had a baby. Horrible, I know. We're the only ones left, but if there's any survivors, we must get them out of here before firebombing the place. Are you with me? the man finishes, and the view pans to a group of armed military individuals, with you being in charge of the squad.
Roger that, sir. you military salute him.
Dismissed, Lieutenant. the man says with a serious expression. You then look at your squad and figure out what to do next
