Biohazard: San Marcos - Day Two: Pandemic
Begin day two. As with before, do not read this story if you are easily offended, not of legal age in accordance with your municipal/state/federal laws, or just generally have an aversion to gay sex.
One comment I received in regards to the story was that there was not much in the way of character development. Allow me to preface this with that it was intentional, as I don't tend to expound on 'toss-away' characters; you'll see more description of characters in this day, and the days to follow, as the toss-aways will be less focused upon as time goes on. This said, enjoy.
Biohazard: San Marcos
Day Two: Pandemic
Yesterday, David Simms, like the other residents of San Marcos, was leading an ordinary life. He had rolled out of bed at 3:00 PM, started the day with a long, stretching yawn, and then moved to the bathroom. The mirror would reflect him as he stared in it, trying to fully shake off his grogginess. In the reflection, the tiger would examine his lean body extending to a height of 5'11". Most would say he has a lean dancer's build, but he'd rather describe himself as a person with a high metabolism, one he'd attribute to his 25 years of age. After all, were his older family members any indication, he'd soon have to start working out to maintain this build. He would jerk off in the shower to alleviate morning wood interrupting getting dressed later, and then clean up.
It was when he walked out of his condo building at 5:00 PM that he knew something was wrong. To be fair, San Marcos had always been a progressive town, and homosexuality had a better chance of being accepted here than, say, in any of Alabama's cities. But, when the first sight he viewed was a naked, muscular dragon sprinting down the street, the dragon's scaled crotch tainted a horrible, dripping red color, and that the dragon's disheveled target, a black bear, shared that same color from around his lips, it was not hard to realize today was not the most typical of days. The bear would see David, and cry for help, but the cries would never be heard. As such a plea was being made, another muscled man would charge from the bear's side and tackle him, the newest assailant jamming his huge, knotted fox dick into the dragon's prior target. The dragon would not be dissuaded, however, joining his infected cohort by plunging into the bear's previously virgin ass.
It was enough to stun David, before he would attempt to retreat back into his condo to call the police and get some sort of weapon to try and beat the two off of tag-teaming their victim. He wouldn't be able to make it there. He and his neighbor had never gotten along, but when the cantankerous old badger would come from the building with a shotgun, every ounce of animosity was forgiven on the tiger's side. "Move!" would be what the badger would growl, before sprinting forward to unload two barrels of buckshot into the softer-skinned fox's abdomen, and apply the butt of the gun into the dragon's forehead. Both would fall, unmoving, from the bear, the fox's midsection ruined and the dragon merely unconscious.
"Is he alright?" David asked, the bear quivering on the ground beside the badger's feet, David still remaining a distance away. The badger would reach down to nudge the bear, and the bear would not respond, in some state of shock. "Doesn't seem it," David's neighbor replied, before renewing the animosity towards the tiger anew with, "Christ, you faggots just can't take no for an answer." David narrowed his eyes at the badger, remarking, "You really think that's a gay problem? They've got more issues than being ga-" And that was when the bear, deposits of fat gone off his body and replaced with muscle, would lunge onto the badger. In less time than the old man had to react, he was on the ground, pants shredded off with clawed fingertips and a massive bear's cock lodged firmly into his ass. David could only stare in horror as the dragon would come to and growl in appreciation at the sight, yellow eyes which mirrored the bear's own focused on the bear's bouncing, tight glutes before he gave himself a second helping at the newest convert's backside. All the while, the badger stares with glossy eyes at David, mouthing the word, "Run," which David was more than happy to comply with.
It had been less than 24 hours, but the sun had set and risen. David had soon realized this was more than just a bunch of rapists holding the town hostage when he tried to leave, only to find that every road out of the place was being blocked by muscular panthers armed with AK-47's, each with those yellow eyes he'd seen before. They didn't seem to react as the ones did in town, though; no attempt of rape, just a growled, "Leave, or we kill." It wasn't enough to try and reason with them. They actually followed through and shot a few survivors, or so the few scattered bodies implied. Realizing he needed to head back to the town, he did. And it was there that he'd encounter a few other survivors.
One of them was working in the morgue when the corpse of an incredibly muscular wolf came in for an autopsy. The technician on hand was there when the dead wolf, whom was not as large when he was being infected as he was when he sat up on the autopsy table and started railing the fennec doctor performing the examination. The technician panicked and ran, leaving the medical examiner asking for someone to call the police and instead joining the ranks of the infected.
The technician, a somewhat chubby cheetah, would run into a police officer, whom had barricaded the local library as a shelter against this outbreak. It was there that David had found himself, joining the technician (whom he would find out was named Allen) and the police officer. Others had been there as well, but everyone mostly kept to themselves, many in shock from the horrors they had witnessed in the streets. But, eventually, David wanted to know what was happening, and he presented this question to the remaining survivors: "What are we going to do about this?" It wouldn't be met without criticism.
"Do?" a young, possibly 14-year-old raccoon asked, "What on earth could we possibly do? Those people are everywhere now." David regarded the skinny little goth as the raccoon expounded upon his 'what-the-hell-does-it-matter' view for god only knows how many times. Interjecting again was the police officer, though this time it wasn't to rebuke the raccoon. "You want to do what, exactly?" This time, the Siberian tiger was focused solely on David, and were the situation different, David would have enjoyed the attention from the attractive man. "You think there's some sort of answer out there? Something that can be done to stop these things from coming? You're living in a dream world if you think that. This isn't some movie where everything goes back to normal at the end and the good guys win. This is practically a war," he'd state with finality, eyes narrowed as he regarded David.
Hardly one to back down, however, David replied, "And what would you do? Stay here and wait for the possibility of help? Those guys guarding the town had machine guns; how do you even know help will make it through them?" The officer didn't have an answer to this. To David's defense, a muscular (although not infected; they'd checked for the yellow eyes, which they'd decided was an indicator of the craziness they'd been exposed to) giraffe would speak up in kind, coming up behind David to rest a hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "David's right," the 6'1" man would say, adding, "Even if we're going to stay here, we need to supply up. Weapons, food, medical supplies and the like. There's no telling just how long we may need to be here." The giraffe focused his gaze on the police officer, that reassuring smile turning into a grin. "I mean, unless you want us to eat each other a few days down the road. I know I've got a taste for protein, but there're some things I won't do." David would chuckle at this, shaking his head; Paul, the giraffe, was someone he'd come to rely on here in the shelter as the only other person who was thinking in the long-term logically.
The police officer would straighten his back at the roughly-as-tall giraffe, and those gathered thought there was going to be a struggle for the alpha male position of this group. But, eventually, the white tiger would snort gently, remarking, "Alright. But we need a small group, so not all of us get caught by those things in a worst case scenario. I'll round up two other people who look like they can hold their own." Then, with a glare at David, the man added, "Though, since it was your idea and Mr. Paul's willing to back it up here, you two are going as well." David nodded in acknowledgement, before nudging Paul in the abs with his elbow, the giraffe's expression spreading to the smaller tiger. "Well then, Mr. Paul. Shall we?" The three moved on to find two more volunteers to join them.
At 1:15 PM, the group of five would open the barricades, standing before the doors leading out of the library. "Get to know each of us," the police officer who had finally identified himself as "Smith" said to each of the volunteers. "We don't want to get confused with anyone who might be insane out there." And David would get familiar with all of them. He didn't want to lose another person outside, having seen more than enough people being attacked on his way over here.
There was, of course, Smith, the impromptu leader of this expedition: David thought him to be more than just a police officer, of course. The name, Smith, and the calm way with which he was handling the attackers? You'd have to be blind not to see there was something else going on in Smith's mind. That aside, however, David would normally be attracted to such a man as Smith. He was calm, confident, assured of himself but not a total ass of himself. That build wasn't too shabby, either; Smith was a Siberian tiger of impressive stature, standing at 6'1" and a muscular build. That the build was obscured only barely by a clinging police uniform made David painfully reminded that he hadn't jerked off in nearly a day, and having sex would be so much better than that. Everyone had agreed not to have sex, however; for all they knew, it might have been the sex that was causing people to act the way they were.
Following behind the group to serve as the lookout was a Doberman who was just a bit more built than David himself was. Paul and he had apparently been roommates before the whole mess began, and the two arrived at the shelter together, David learned shortly after getting to know Paul. Brandon was very quiet the whole time, so he didn't know much about the 5'10" guy, but Paul had given him a bit of a run down. They'd used to date, but Brandon wasn't ready to settle down. The whole breakup was very amicable, and they'd remained friends, roommates, and occasional fuck buddies afterwards. But Brandon wasn't really acting as though he was friends with anyone at the moment; pensive was the only way to describe the Doberman's current demeanor, and it was somewhat unsettling to David.
Paul, David, and a leopard named Robert served lookouts on the sides and in general, and Robert was a bit of a wildcard. No one was sure why the leopard volunteered for this, and no one seemed to know him previously. The leopard came up to David's same height, but was even more lean than the tiger himself. Robert also carried himself with a confident personality that David could only attribute to a hooker; confident, but there was definitely something dark there. At any rate, Robert volunteered, and they were running out of daylight hours, so they went with him.
The group moved away from the library quickly, heading towards the nearest grocery store. It was determined by Smith that the nearest would be two blocks down, and they would use alleys and stay close to the shadowed side of buildings for as much cover as they could afford. It went without incident, oddly enough. They saw no attacks, heard no growling, and never even felt like there was someone watching them. David didn't like it; on his way to the edge of town and then to the library, there had been scads of the insane people, and now it felt like a ghost town. There was clearly something wrong.
But, if there was something wrong, it wasn't on the way to the grocery store. They would arrive to the doors being forced open, possibly by other looters. After all, the muscled attackers didn't care much for using doors. They would just hurtle themselves through any obstacle they could break through, and move in on a target after that. "Careful. They could have come in after the looters, though," Paul would whisper to David. "They might have even been trying to find a safe place, and they were right on their tail," Smith affirmed, before gesturing for each person to start walking perpendicular to the aisles, looking down them to ensure no one was in them.
David noted that there was a higher chance of it being looters. Most of the shelves were in disheveled states, most of what food wasn't taken before being spilled all over the place. He started to go to the next aisle, almost slipping into the habits of a typical grocery shopping visit, when he heard Paul exclaim in a harsh whisper, "Robert, what the fuck do you think you're doing!?" This snapped him out of his mindset, unable to believe that he's feeling nostalgic for his life after not even a full day. He moved to the end of the aisle and then to where Paul was standing. It was then that he saw another infected with Robert.
Though, perhaps, Robert with another infected would be the best way to phrase it. While the information that the infected do sleep was gleaned from this, it was also gleaned that Robert was just as much of a slut as David feared. "Robert, get away from him!" David hissed under his breath, as Robert moved down the aisle to the sleeping white wolf, his hugely muscled frame taking up most of the aisle's floor where he laid. The guy had to be about eight feet and some change tall, and the group would acknowledge that that was the largest of them any had seen. The muscles were titanic as well: biceps easily bigger than any of the groups' heads, legs that were thicker than Smith's waist. But the dick was the most impressive to Robert, wetting his lips as he moved closer to the sleeping giant who's hyperphallic dick was still erect and throbbing through his rest. "Get away? You're stupid. All of you are stupid." He turned and gleamed a broad grin at the four at the end of the aisle. "This is a gift. And you people try to shun it. You wouldn't even let me go out to join them."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, ignoring this? I've seen what happens. I walked in and saw it happening to my brother when my dad came home. My dad was one of them. And he wanted my brother bad. And he wanted me afterwards," Robert explained. "And I wanted him. I saw my brother's muscles swell, his dick grow, and they just kept fucking through it all. My brother may have died, but he was reborn as perfection." The four were flabbergasted at this, unable to even comprehend someone who would be so casual about revealing all this, Smith in particular when Robert hissed at the officer, "If you hadn't shot them in the head and 'saved' me, I'd be living a dream right now. Being fucked and fucking any time I want. An incredible physique and dick. You people are absolutely retarded to reject this." He grinned down at the sleeping beast of a wolf as he stripped his clothes off and straddled over the massive dick, the tapered point resting up against the well-used pucker between his cheeks.
"Fuck him, let him do what he wants," David finally growled, though he couldn't avert his eyes from the sight of Robert sliding down onto the huge prick, the leopard gasping and groaning as it entered his body and stretched his insides. The other three were exactly the same, unable to stop watching as Robert willingly submitted to the infected until Robert's motions and groaning woke the wolf. The wolf growled viciously, his yellow eyes focused upon the leopard riding his cock before he flipped the feline on his back and then proceeded to start pummeling Robert's ass with wild abandon. Robert choked on the pain, but demonstrated a wicked masochistic streak and pressed back just as hard, panting his excitement even as the wolf sunk his teeth into the leopard's neck. "Let's go," David whispered, trying not to entice attention to himself from the wolf.
"Yeah, go. You might want to hurry, boys," Robert gurgled, as blood dripped down his throat and out from the corner of a grinning mouth. "After all, I let them in. You'll be with me soon en-" The wolf tightened his grip and snapped Robert's neck, leaving his dead gaze locked on his four former companions, that sickening grin remaining ever so and present, all while the wolf grunted as he ejaculated a huge amount into the leopard's corpse. There was no stop, however, and the wolf kept going while the four survivors snuck away to try and regroup at the library.
"There are still some survivors. After reviewing the data, it seems that the Sigma also developed nocturnal tendencies. At this rate, so long as the survivors move at day, the infected will have a hard time locating them," the armadillo, whose name badge read "Warren", reported to his employer. Mr. Almae, however, was not pleased with this news. "Well, that simply won't do. We should have used Beta on the townspeople, as opposed to Sigma," Erick stated, chuckling afterwards, "Though the conversion would not go quite as fast if they were more docile in general, like you suggested. Think about it. In less than a day, at least 95% was turned to our ranks. And, they may not obey you, but they do obey me." The lion would grin at the muscular hyena who was bouncing on his lap, riding Erick's cock with an uncontrollable abandon. Erick had his hands wrapped firmly around the hyena's massive cock, stroking the huge erection that spit pre all over the hyena's tanned chest fur.
"Enough," he finally said to the armadillo. "Let's quit wasting time. I need every man in this town infected. Every single one. Take some of the Beta subjects from the town's border and order them to hunt down all remaining survivors and turn them. Now, you want to feed this bitch your dick, or are you too busy worrying about a handful of uninfected assholes who don't know when to stop resisting?" Erick asked Warren. The armadillo would grin, and then drop his pants to expose his erect dick, moving in to have the hyena start sucking him off. It was nice to work for a boss that knew how to mix business and pleasure. And the hyena, now at a height of 9'2" and with muscles that were unrivaled by his Sigma-infected peers, only panted and kept pleasuring his Master and his employee obediently.
Day Two, completed. Day three will come when I've the time to write it, and will finally start drawing the survivors towards Erick. Lay your comments/compliments/complaints on me. I'm listening.