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Three weeks ago, Chicago was the site of a massive biological attack. Little was known about who did this, whether it was a singular act of terrorism from a madman or a targeted attack from another country. In fact, most didn't even know if any other parts of the country were hit; what everyone did know was everyone in the center of town was killed when the attack began. The first news coverage explained how they said a man set off a small bomb that leaked out smoke, quite clearly containing the contagion. According to the CDC members who were sent, anyone who was exposed to the initial pathogen died within hours.
As horrific as that news was, what everyone learned next was truly horrifying. The members of the CDC were quickly jumped by the victims of the attack. Just as the poor scientists started to be torn open, the signal was lost. Before anyone knew it, every channel on television became an announcement stating martial law was in effect. Nearly one week passed as everyone listened to the law or was forced to, just waiting and praying to be taken out of Richmond safely. What they didn't know was the first order of business; before any kind of rescue, the military sealed the city. It was around this time that more reports began to filter in about other large cities experiencing similar attacks, and before long, the entire country was making these reports, and the response teams were being stretched thin.
By the time survivors were out of food and forced to leave their homes, the Military had sealed any tunnels leading out of the city as well as put up a massive wall forcing everyone inside to stay trapped inside. The streets were empty, a smell of death now overpowered the natural scents of the city, and the only noise came from distant gunfire and an occasional helicopter flying overhead. Before long, some came face to face with a horrible view; the streets were scattered with the bodies of citizens. Some were shot, others were ripped open, and to their confusion, some of them seemed to be both.
In the following two weeks, the population of Chicago was decimated, but the dead did not stay dead anymore. Whatever was inside this biological attack caused the infected to die and come back again. The only thing everyone could tell they did was eat; it didn't matter who it was; a man, a woman, or even a child. It was also quickly learned brain damage seemed to put these things down for good finally, so it was now key to never left home without some heavy and hard to bash the heads of the dead in.
On the dawn of the third week, the word was slowly spread between small surviving groups that the military was pulling out soon and that if you wanted to survive you'd report to the nearest checkpoint and get on a helicopter before there were none left to get on. A few members of the military, now a coalition of whatever branches of serving members were still alive, sent a few people out into the city to gather up who they could. That's how one group of survivors ended up together, thinking that their tour through hell was ending, but little did they know it was only beginning.
"Shoot," replied Kevin. "I have to go out of town for a couple of days. Might turn into a week. It's for my dad's company. They need me to approve some things since...you know." Kevin did know. He nodded to his friend, who was stroking his finger around the brim of his glass. The crowd in the bar was dying down, and the music was low enough to have a normal conversation now. Steven seemed to actually enjoy being away from the house for a bit. "So what's the favor?" Kevin...
She wanted him to tie her up.I need to feel the biting in my wrists. I need to feel the pressure. I need to feel the security. I need to feel the control, the worry, the weight melt away. I need to feel the trust I have in you with a physical presence. I need.She was bound to the chair. Each wrist tethered to its matching knee. Each leg tied to a chairs leg. Her chest and torso married to the back of the chair.The blind fold was a surprise. She was not expecting her sense of sight being taken...
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Why am I naked? she wondered. She touched herself, taking note of how sensitive her nipples were, like they'd been suckled on, perhaps even bitten. Her hand wandered down toward her pubic area, which was sore and moist. Did she have a wet dream? But that wouldn't explain how she'd come to be so uncomfortable. Or why she had such a bitter taste that lingered in her mouth. She rose from her bed and headed toward the bathroom adjacent to her room. She was about to head for the shower...
[email protected] 12/20/2010 Author's Note: None of this is real. This may or may not be based on something real, but even if it was (and I'm not telling if it is real or fake) obviously names would have been changed, and locations shifted. If this was real, which it may or may not be. I think that if you want to know if it was real, there's an email above, and you can ask. Or you can just enjoy the story. I hope you enjoy it. I like this one. -Duskshade Lost and...
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I hate Mondays, I'm not too keen on Tuesdays either and the rest of the days of the week all depress me to some extent. Everything bad that's happened to me over the years has always been on one of these days. Take last Monday for instance... There I was, at work early in the cold and the frost, and the automatic timer hadn't worked yet again and my office was like a refrigerator. Being a dispatcher for a small transport company in a small country town in the middle of nowhere had lost a...
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Better Days By Lyta Somabre This is my first try at this, so please add a review with any comments or constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading. ******** Neil despised autumn. The falling of the leaves only served as an omen of the cold weather to come. If there is one thing a bike courier doesn't need its frostbite on his hands and face. As if this job didn't take enough out of you all ready. It was only 10:00am and he was dead tired. Neil Horowitz...
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When I started secondary school it was a new experience and an all boys school. Discipline seemed quite severe with punishment dished out for the daftest of things by the all male teachers. As I started so did a new maths teacher who took our maths set. He was quite keen on slippering and within a few weeks we knew when a slippering would take place as you could see a stiff cock bulging in his trousers. We had to learn 10 items about geometry and was tested about it the next lesson. I ended up...