Sample – Day of the F-Virus

Beautiful athletic woman showing muscles on smoke

It was me and Troutmann and three others from Allen’s detail.  We rode up on the elevator built on hydraulics that was whisper quiet.  We didn’t want to alert the natives.

We were in the white biohazard suits.  It took direct contact for the virus to be transmitted, but there was no promise that one day it wouldn’t go airborne.  On that day, we would be most assuredly fucked in more ways than one.

I gasped when the doors opened.  We’d been moved to the facility before things got out of hand.  Months later, the world I saw was not the one I had left.  The facility was on the edge of a small city, far enough away that we hoped we wouldn’t be swarmed by the infected when we opened the doors.  It was still early, but the sun was peeking up over the horizon as the doors closed behind us.  The opening was set into the side of rising hillside and a we began by trekking down from the doorways to a highway nearby.

Weeds were poking up through the cement and the concrete had already begun to crack.  At first glance, everything seemed peaceful and lush, like we had discovered a long-abandoned civilization and the earth had gone about the business of reclaiming the human constructs for itself.

“We got nothing,” Carter, one of Troutmann’s men said, sweeping motion sensor around.  I could hear him through the small speaker in the helmet of the bio-suit.

“How far does that thing reach?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, doc.  We won’t let none of them big-dicked Amazons get ya,” Troutmann said and he and his men laughed.

I followed behind as we made our way toward the city, Carter with his motion detector in front, Troutmann and the other two marching behind with guns drawn.  I was in the rear, my field of vision limited by the boundaries of the bio-suit’s helmet, frustrating me as I tried to see everything this new world had become.

The challenge, according to Troutmann, was getting the betas far enough away from an alpha to bag and get back to the compound before the alpha saw and attacked.  It was hard to think of the people that had once made up the population of the town as little more than savages inhabiting the dark corners.

At the edges of the town, we saw the broken windows and abandoned cars, relics of the time before the virus.  I couldn’t see enough.  From the leaning power poles, now silent, to the whisper of wind through the trees, the whole world felt like a tomb left open.

“Carter?” Troutmann asked again.

“Still nothing.  It looks like maybe they moved on.”

“Have you seen others around here before?” I asked, directing the question to Carter, who seemed less boorish than his commanding officer.

“Yeah,” Troutmann answered for him.  “The big ones and the little ones.  Usually we got signs of life at least.  What do you think, doc?  You’re supposed to be the experts on these things.”

“We know their biology, but not their social habits.  That’s why we’re here, among other things.”

“Alright, boys,” Troutmann said, sounding haughtier than ever, “spread out some, but stay in sight.  Keep your heads down.  You see the Sallies or the Cocks, you let us know.”

“Sallies?” I asked.

“You call ’em betas, we call ’em Sallies.  I think you can figure the other one out, doc.  You’re a smart girl.”

I followed behind Carter with the motion detector, looking over his shoulder at the empty screen.  We hadn’t gone more than a hundred yards further when we heard one of the other men shout, “Here!  Holy shit, here!”

I hurried behind Carter as he first swung the detector towards his squad mate and gasped at the sudden influx of signals.  It was around a bend in the road leading toward the center of the small city, where cars had been pushed to make a sort of wall.  The man who called out, Franklin I think his name was, was walking backwards away from the fort of metal and twinkling glass.  Peering over the wall were at least a dozen feminine faces, gibbering to one another as the saw first Franklin, then the rest of our team appear around the building and meet in the center of the street.

So far, they didn’t move beyond their wall, but I could tell by the way they were looking over their shoulders that someone else was coming.  The alpha, no doubt.

“We should go,” I said, voice low and whispering.

“I think the doc’s right.  Fall back to the shelter.  If they come at you, you are weapons free.”

We started backing away, and then I saw her.  First her shoulder, muscular and tanned, then the face of the alpha.  She was wild and gorgeous all at once, a thing of natural beauty, which only emphasized the sense that this savage world was theirs now.  Her hair was light blonde, and I could see the weight of her heavy breasts and thin, well-defined waist as she mounted the wall and stood, looking down at us.  In that second, I could feel her stare, feel how she saw us as more to conquer, and then she pointed and grunted and the world turned into chaos.

The betas came over the wall, rushing at us, the alpha not far behind.  I heard the bark of automatic gunfire, but I wasn’t turning to see what or who was hit.  I was running.  I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then another pop of gunfire and the hand was gone.  Somewhere, someone was screaming and then suddenly silenced.  Finally, we were at the heavy metal doors of the shelter and I was pressing the keypad to open the inner doors.  More gunfire.  I glanced to my right and saw another bio-suit.  The doors opened, and I rushed inside, finally turning around.  Some of the betas were still in pursuit, held at bay as Troutmann fired into them, and I saw a splash of blood as one of them was hit.  Carter was with us, and another of the squad, but we were missing one other.  I could see past the betas to the road, where the alpha stood over the man in the bio-suit, roughly ripping away the helmet to expose his face.  She was fully erect as she descended on him, and I swear his hands were reaching up to her, not in warding but in embrace.

The doors closed and the elevator was filled with the white disinfectant gas.

“You okay, doc?” Troutmann asked.

“Yeah,” I panted.  “Who’s left outside?”

“Rollins,” he said.  “Good man.  Or was.”

He slammed the descent button and the elevator began its slow, silent decline into the shelter.


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