Apocalypse right now (OC)

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You’d hear the sound of your radio stuttering and screaming as you drove, your radio clearly too old and the signal here too disturbed by the trees and fields to produce anything other than white noise and static. You were far away from the city you were used to driving around in, your job requiring you to deliver some spare parts to a power plant in a semi-rural settlement of which was surrounded by several much smaller and much more rural towns around it, the towns being scattered between various fields and large forests. Still, you supposed that it was a change compared to the noise of the city that you were used to, the lack of traffic on the semi dirt road also being a rather pleasant experience given how many times you were stuck in traffic waiting for someone to move out of the way. You’d look up at the trees, seeing as the branches and leaves swayed above you before you glanced back at the road to see a sign up ahead warning you that you were heading into a town and as such you had to slow down, the sign itself clearly worn, rust and moss clinging to it.

Following that was a sign that read “Darrow’s Grove”, equally covered in rust and moss, followed by rapidly clearing trees, revealing the fields that were behind them, the yellow barley contrasting with the green bushes that surrounded them. You’d turn your eyes to the road to see that there was a van up ahead, seemingly stopped on the road and belonging to the same company that you did with you honking to give him a heads up you were coming behind him. As you slowed you’d hear no response from the van, waiting for a few more seconds to see if the driver would notice before honking again only to yet again receive nothing in response. You waited for a minute or so before you’d grow tired of waiting, deciding to drive off the road and just go around. 

This would allow you to get a look across the road to see that there were several cars just strewn across the roads, all of varying models and brands and all of them seeming empty. Some of them had clearly tried going around like you had been wanting to do, the tire tracks in the dirt meaning you could make a trail of what they did before they stopped whilst a few cars that were on the road had their doors swung open as if they had just decided to run out of their cars spontaneously. You would stop driving for a moment, tapping your steering wheel as you wondered if you should just turn around and go back to the last town and tell your higher ups what was happening before you realised that the company only cared about the delivery and would just tell you to go back across the road.

You sighed and pushed the car back into first gear, making your way onto the dirt before driving back onto the road where you could, almost zigzagging between the abandoned vehicles. You’d take note of what you’d see in each one, seeing that several had their windows smashed and more than a couple had your company's logo on which made you wonder about just how many attempted deliveries had been made to this town. You kept driving, slowly creeping around the vehicles as you looked around the outskirts of the town, seeing no one around that would warrant this level of abandonment before you noticed there were movements in one of the cars up ahead, a red Mazda whose back end had been smashed through. You went to honk your horn before you decided against it, watching as a hand would pull itself out of the sunroof of the car, the hand being unusually pale.

A moment later the hand grasped at the edges of the sunroof before the person hoisted themselves up onto the car roof, the person appearing to be a woman as well as so pale her skin appeared to be grey. She’d stand there for a moment, her head bobbing ideally before she seemed to notice you, her head twisting itself in your direction before she’d stared, the woman being just far enough away that you couldn’t see the look in her eyes.  She’d stand there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at you before you’d watch as she suddenly lunged forward, the woman sprinting across the cars. You’d quickly attempt to shift the car into reverse, the woman proceeding to jump from one of the cars and ramming right into the bonnet before she clambered to her feet. 

From there you could see what the woman actually looked like, the woman’s veins having turned black and her eyes seemingly constantly dripping with blood as she moved her fist into the air. She soon brought it down into the windscreen, a crack forming as you attempted to grab a hold of the gear shift to drive forward, the woman continuing to slam her hand into the windscreen, more and more blood oozing out of her hand and flowing into the cracks. You eventually manage to get back into first gear, ramming your foot into the accelerator in an attempt to get her off the vehicle. She would swing down again, ramming her hand right into the glass and punching through it before you’d hit the car in front of you, the woman swinging out of the windscreen and into the back of the other car, cracking her head open. 

You got out of the car, attempting to stumble out of the way of the woman before you’d get onto your feet and scamper away from the woman, turning around to see what she was doing. You’d then watch as the woman pulled her head up and looked at her ruined hand, the woman grinning as she saw all the blood dripping down her arm, the woman’s fingers snapped at varying different inhuman angles. You then watched as the woman’s hand began to regenerate as her laughter intensified, muscles and blood vessels appearing as you’d watch as more fingers emerged from her hand, adding to the five that she already had as they would slowly unbreak the moves with you deciding to run away before the woman regenerated fully and gave chase again.

You ran past the rest of the cars, seeing that a few of the other vehicles had brownish-red marks across them, your eyes glancing around for any other people that looked like her. You eventually find yourself in the town proper, seeing that most of the houses either had their doors wide open or their windows smashed through, everything from the pavement to the fences being covered in blood. You’d slow down, glancing around as you saw a shovel on the ground, deciding to grab it and use it as a weapon in case the woman emerged from behind you before you’d walk through the empty streets. You wondered if there was anyone else in the town other than the woman, wondering if you should just take your chances and go back to kill her before you saw several distorted figures ahead of you.

You couldn't make out any of the details of the figures but you could tell they had gone through much worse regeneration than the woman on the road had done. You could tell that several of them had multiple limbs awkwardly bursting out of where only one should be with one having at least three sticking out of the left side of its body.  Some had even been even more mutated with one person seemingly being more of a fleshy caterpillar then a human being, another having their neck being so long that its head was hanging down at the beings chest. Your observations would change when you’d watch as one pointed right at you, the other creatures quickly running towards them with you quickly realising that you weren’t going to be able to fight all of them with just a shovel. 

You’d glance around the area, trying to find a place that you could hide before you realised that one of the company storage lockers was next to you, knowing that you’d be safe there given how armoured they were. You turned to your left before you proceeded to run towards it, watching as the creatures got closer and closer to you, the guttural noises echoing out across the air as you got to the heavy metal door. You ran behind it before you grabbed a hold of the door, seeing the beasts distorted and mutated faces getting closer and closer before you slammed it shut, desperately trying to lock it with the failsafe lock. You’d get your hand to the metal body as you felt as a body chucked itself into the door, slowly dragging the metal bar across as a second and third body hit against the door.

Eventually you’d get to bar over, locking the door shut as waves of fists rammed into the metal before you turned around to see that the place seemed to be entirely abandoned, lacking even bloodstains that would indicate that the mutants had broken in. You kept your shovel clutched in your hand as you walked around the building, getting ready to bash in the heads of anything in your path as you looked for any place to call for help. You’d walk around for a minute more before you ended up in the lockers organisational system, finding that the entire floor was covered in letters and packaging before you looked over to see a computer at the other end of the room, seeing that it was still on as you walked over and went to see if you could email someone for help. 

You quickly moved onto the distributor email to see if you could send an email out only to see that the admin had managed to block the ability to send any emails but they hadn’t blocked you reading a rather prominent email thread at the top of the feed. You scrolled up to the first email in the chain to see that it was sent from Asclepius Pharmaceuticals with you noting that the email seemed like it was less professional and more rushed than anything else. It read “To Recallco, after Storm Argyle hit the town we have been without power for 72 hours. We are in urgent need of spare parts for our generator as we risk either an outbreak of the unstable Regenx samples or the power failing within our holding cells when Storm Brittany hits the already fragile power supply we are using,From Alclepius special research team Alpha.” with you assuming that the outbreak did indeed occur given what was outside.

“To Team Alpha, we acknowledge your request and are sending the spare parts you have requested as soon as possible, tracking information has been provided, from Recallco customer service.” The response read, a few hours passing before you scrolled down to see the next response, the header reading urgent in capital letters.

“To Recallco, we have been hit early by Storm Brittany and we have run out of spare parts. Despite the fact that we now have all generators back online, we fear that were was a brief five minute period where a connectivity loss event occurred in disease containment and as such we fear that there has been an outbreak of at least one unstable strain of Regenx. Please can you speed up the delivery of the spare parts lest we have a major incident on our hands. With regards, team Alpha.”

The next email read “To team Alpha, we are moving as fast as we can, spare parts should be available within the next 12 hours, make sure to not expend anymore generators whilst we are in transit. With regards,  Recallco customer service.” This was followed by another email, reading “To Team Alpha, it appears that the worst case scenario has occurred. We have had reports of an attack on our driver heading towards the town of Darrow’s Grove, where he reported seeing “fucking zombies” attacking people. We lost contact with our driver an hour ago and as such we are sending a follow up driver named Anon.y.Mous to your location. Do what you can to make sure Regenx does not get into the water supply system. I have also contacted the Miasma corporation, your parent company, about compensation for our lost material. Recallco customer service.”

You sat there for a moment, figuring that wherever Regenx was, it was both causing the zombie plague on the town and causing the rapid regeneration that the zombies had as you then scrolled down to the next email Alclepius sent to the haulage company. “Update. The entire town of Darrow’s Grove as well as surrounding farm steads have been infected with the Unstable Regnex Sample 76-B. Not only that but we had a power outage in containment cell A and Subject 01 ,known as Patches,  has been released. Thankfully she was injected with a stable strand of Regenx so she should not be contagious but the bad news is the regeneration is also much more stable meaning she can maintain a human form as well as is much more intelligent than the average mutant, specifically targeting human males. The first wave of armed operatives have arrived. Ideally we should be able to contain this, Team Alpha.”

You then moved onto the final email of the chain, the email reading “EVACUATION ORDER.” on it’s header. “We have decided that the town is unable to be saved and Subject 01  unable to be captured. As such all personnel belonging to Miasma Corp or Recallco should attempt to leave the town before 10:50 tonight. This is because , due to the fact the first wave of armed operatives has been completely wiped out just past Bainbridge Farms in the north east by Subject 01 , a mass bombing campaign of the town is to occur to stop the spread and destroy Subject 01 . Farewell, Alpha team.” You read, realising that if you had any chance of getting put then you had to get to the military transport especially given that it seemed you only had an hour to get to the transport.

You grabbed the shovel and ran off to the nearest window you could find and smashing it, glass splattering across the floor as you jumped through and attempted to find your bearings of where north east was. Eventually you’d turn to the north east and see a large expanse of barley and a farmhouse just across it with you starting to run towards the fence, hearing the sound of gargling and grunting around you as you ran around various alleyways and the pavement. You’d reach the fence, grabbing ahold of it and vaulting over it as you looked behind you to see no figures behind you, hoping they were too busy just savaging the postal locker to care about you before you went for a beeline towards the farmhouse, watching as the wind would make the crop shift under you.

You just ran as fast as you could, feeling as the crops would shift underneath your legs as you squashed some of it under your shoes, seeing that the farmhouse would grow closer and closer to you. You kept looking behind you,continuing to see that there were no figures behind you, hoping that this was finally over and done with as you vaulted another fence and landed in the other field before you kept running. You’d do this for several moments, running and jumping and then running again until you eventually found your way to the farmhouse, panting exhaustedly as you’d rest against the wall for a moment. You decided to go inside of the building, wanting to be out of sight as soon as possible, your eyes then widening when you saw what was actually inside.

There were several men, all of them dead with most of them having at least one or more limbs removed as was being completely decapitated with you also noticing that their pelvises seemed to have been completely crushed. You clutched the shovel hard as you’d move deeper into the farmhouse, hearing a creaking noise echoed out across the air, the creaking growing louder and louder the closer you got to the exit door. You would get three fourths of the way through the hall when you noticed that you could also hear a slight moaning escape across the air as well as the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. You considered trying to run before you let curiosity get the better of you, moving to the door and creaking it open just slightly to see who was inside of it.

It was a woman who was riding a nearly dead soldier with the first thing that you noticed was the 01 on the back of her neck which meant that this was probably the being you had been reading so much about. The second thing you noticed was that she was extremely tall, being roughly nine or ten feet tall, the woman also being rather muscular with the woman’s thighs being large but toned, much like her arms were. The woman was wearing two items of clothing, an apron that  seemed to be barely able to fit for her body which meant that her breasts were practically spilling out of the fabric whilst the other item she was wearing was black bag over her head with there being no eye holes or mouth holes on the garment for her to actually see or eat. The lack of any other clothes meant you could see the woman’s rear end as well as her puffy pussy moving up and down the soldiers cock with you also noticing several scars from where she had presumably been severely injured, the flesh almost looking like stitches as your analysis soon came to an end when she sped up.

She kept her blade clutched in her hand as she moved faster and faster, the woman having an iron grip on the weapon as you’d watch as her body blurred in the air. The sounds of her hips ramming against arm would soon be interspersed with the sound of the crunching of bone, the man too close to death to even respond as his pelvis was smashed into something unrecognizable. By the time the sounds started to become wet you’d look away, deciding that you had seen enough gore for one day as you started to walk away, hearing as the thrusting would stop as you moved through the door. You stopped yourself, wondering what would happen next before the sound of a blade cutting through flesh confirmed what had occurred, a sigh escaping your lips.

After that you just kept running, looking behind you just in case the woman was following you with you looking down at your watch to see that you only had 20 or so minutes to get out of the doomed town. A few more minutes and you’d see a military style truck come into view, one that had been relatively untouched given the state of everything else in the town, the sound of the wind passing through the grass hitting your ears as you walked. You then proceeded to run to the truck, panting as you jumped inside and prayed to god that they had left the keys inside of the truck so you could get out of the way of the bombing. You’d look at the steering column and, for the first time that day, your prayers were answered with you grabbing the keys and turning them, hearing as the truck came to life .

You smiled and rammed your foot into the accelerator, hearing as the tires scraped against the dirt as you just drove forwards, not caring about the crops or the town or the mutant in the farmhouse. You kept driving, looking down at the inbuilt clock in the middle of the console and watching as it the minutes ticked closer and closer to 10:50 with you only stopping your drive when the truck ran out of fuel going up a hill overlooking the entire town. With that you’d snap out of the brief bliss you were in and look out the driver’s seat window, gazing down at the town, seeing the varying small buildings beneath you. You’d glance between the car and the clock, the minutes ticking down so torturously slow that it felt like an eternity before the clock would hit ten hours and fifty minutes.

It was a few seconds before you heard the sound of something above you, seeing a missile darting through the air before the missile rammed into the town, hitting one of the buildings and decimating it. More and more missiles started to fly through the air, streaks of light soon became great plumes of fire on the ground as the town slowly turned into a flaming mess of rock, metal and flesh, a smile moving across your face as you sat back in your seat. You let out a deep, relieved breath into the air, the sounds of the bombing being surprisingly comforting despite the fact an entire town was being destroyed. You were so relaxed that, when the weight of the truck shifted, you didn't even notice nor did you notice the fact that there was a long, grey limb slowly moving out from the back of the truck.

Soon the hand came down on your arm, wrapping it’s fingers around it and making you jump out of your seat before you were dragged out of the back seat, hitting your limbs against the chairs as they did so. You were dazed for a moment, moving your head around rapidly before you managed to see who had grabbed you, seeing the masked face of patches looming over you as the woman moved her other hand to your neck. She clutched ahold of you hard, red marks appearing on your neck before she threw you down into the back of the truck, the vehicle's suspension creaking as you made impact with the floor. She then practically jumped on top of you, letting out a wet noise from behind her mask as she proceeded to reach down to your skirt, digging her fingers into the fabric.

You’d attempt to reach at her to delay the inevitable, grabbing hold of one of the apron's straps and ripping it apart in the struggle, the woman responding by clutching ahold of the garment and tearing it off her body. The woman’s breasts bounced out, the woman’s nipples pushed inward somewhat while her muscular stomach was in full view, the woman letting out a huff before she pulled your shirt apart, doing so effortlessly and leaving your shirt in tatters. One of the woman’s hands moved away from your chest and moved to the edges of your trousers, catching both your underwear and your jeans in her grasp. She then pulled downwards, tearing your clothes at the leg before the other hand moved down and tore the clothes apart, leaving you entirely naked as you realized something.

You had gotten hard during the entire thing, probably due to the fact that the woman’s rack was on full display which meant that what happened to the soldiers was going to happen to you. You tried to wiggle out of the woman’s grasp only for her to grab your leg and dragged you down towards her, the woman looming over you as she clutched your left arm, moving it over to the other arm and consuming it in her grasp before dragging them above your head. The woman moved her hips over your cock, her pussy dripping onto your member easily as if she was trying to lube you up in some sort of primitive, brutalist fashion. A few more seconds past and the woman suddenly dropped her hips down onto your member, a mixture of a moan and a scream echoing out across the air.

You’d wiggle under her grasp, the woman clutching your wrists hard in response before yanking your arms upwards as if she was threatening to just tear them out of their sockets, something she seemed very capable of. A few seconds after your warning you’d watch as the woman’s hips lifted into the air, the woman moving quickly before she rammed herself down against your waist, winding you before she lifted herself upwards again. The woman repeated the motions several times over, the woman moving at a fast and brutal pace, the woman hitting against you so fast that she was lifting you off the ground somewhat. You’d try and move your arms again, receiving another yank in response as she let a mixture of a noise and a gurgle from behind her mask.

The woman’s pussy was tight and surprisingly warm given she seemed to be some kind of zombie, the woman’s tight inner walls clenching at your cock with each thrust that she made. The clenching was much like the rest of her actions, powerful and making you squirm on the ground as waves of pleasure moved through your cock, her pussy fluids leaking out of  her and covering your cock, giving it a sheen to it. You’d move your legs, attempting to make yourself more comfortable before she would move her other hand to your leg and slammed itself into your thigh, making sure you didn’t move under the threat of her breaking your leg apart. You stopped moving your leg, staring down at her before the woman started to move even faster then she already did.

The woman’s hips were absolutely battering you now, no doubt causing any bruises if the woman choose to spare you of the fate she had given everyone else she fucked, her tits bouncing along with her hips. The woman’s clenching around your member would also grow stronger, rubbing and pushing against your cock as if it was trying to squeeze the cum right out of it, fluids dripping across your balls as they smacked into the edges of her cunt. Despite the rate of which she thrust she didn’t really seem to make any noises other than those gurgling noises, the noises still sounding pleasured despite how guttural they were. You could see the woman’s sticking around the mouth of her mask slowly ripping, spit clearly soaking the insides of the hood as spit was dripping out the holes in place.

As the minutes continued and the woman’s thrusting intensified even more then before it was clear that this wasn’t just a sex act but a attempted execution, the woman seemingly intending on fucking you to death. You’d feel your cock twitch at the revelation and it was clear the woman did as well, hiking her back somewhat before she would move her hand around for several moments before ending up grabbing ahold of your neck. She’d keep it gripped in place yet not to the point where she was strangling you, instead doing it so that she could gaze upon your face from behind the mask. You looked into her masked face, the woman twisting her head ever so slightly which meant she seemed curious about you, the woman speeding up yet again as you struggled underneath her.

It was getting to the point that you could feel the van's suspension creaking out into the air, the van shifting from side to side somewhat as she would brutally breed you. Her grip against your wrists would continue to strengthen, your wrists rubbing and pushing against one another as she yanked your arms up again, the sockets straining under the woman’s strength as she stared down at you. The woman’s inner walls were also clenching at a mile a minute, sending so many waves of pleasure across your cock that would have made you writhe around if you were allowed to do it. You could feel as drool dripped out of the mask and across your chest and face, more and more stands of fabric tearing apart as her head drifted upwards into the air somewhat. 

That’s when you felt yourself start throbbing inside of her, pulsing against her unforgiven inner walls of which responded by clenching around your cock, pussy fluids dripping down onto your balls. It wasn’t long before the pressure would start to appear at the tip of your cock, rapidly appearing and intensifying in a few seconds, the pressure starting to creep down your cock as she would seem to go even harder than before. You’d wanted to cum but the way she was holding you caused all her muscles to tense up which was making it so you couldn't cum inside of her just yet. Eventually you’d feel as the pressure reached its limit as your body was unable to take anymore of the woman’s brutality, your orgasm starting with the woman not even stopping her thrusts.

The first ropes sprayed out of your member, shooting out of your cock and coating her inner walls with your seed, the woman’s movements meaning your cock son became slathered with your own jizz. As the orgasm went on the ropes grew larger and stronger, moving deeper inside of her and making it so that the woman’s thrusting was  even messier, a few stitches flying off her mask and onto your body as your orgasm reached its peak. A massive eruption of cum escaped you, pushing into her deepest reaches, a wet squelching sound coming from her insides as your orgasm came to a end. The ropes then grew smaller and smaller, eventually reducing themselves to nothing before you’d feel exhaustion overtaking you, the woman slowly coming to a stop.

She’d pull away from your bruised and battered waist,a mixture of cum and pussy fluids spraying out of her pussy and covering your waist as she let go of your arms, knowing you were too exhausted to move. You’d look at the woman’s head to notice that the mouth of the woman’s mask was bulging outwards as something was pushing against it, trying to get free of the leathery confines it was trapped in. Suddenly the stitches would open up on the mask, the leather falling away from her face and spraying spit all over the place as it hit the ground, the woman’s moans and gargles become much more audible. The woman’s mouth would soon come into view with you being able to see not much of her lips but plenty of her massive, bulbous tongue. 

The woman’s hands moved over to your head, grabbing hold of it and steadying it so it was pointing right at her own, the woman descending towards you a moment later, proceeding to trap you in a kiss. The woman’s tongue was as unrelenting as the rest of her was, her tongue writhing around your teeth and your mouth before pushing into your throat, making it so she was almost choking you. The kiss would continue, spit spraying all over your face and dripping down your cheeks, her moans and groans feeling like they were pushing right against your ears as the woman's body pushed down against your own.  You’d continue to feel as you were pushed into unconsciousness , a darkness forming around your eyes before you finally shut them, drifting off with your captor looming over you.