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Epidemic Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Matt123

In many ways, pharmaceutical companies controlled the flow of life in the world. They redefined life itself, both in fixing problems and in prolonging life spans. They had panels in the government and they had places on the board of directors for health insurance companies that regulated who had access to the benefits of the companies and even how the public perceived them, whether that be seeing the companies as a friend of the family or merely a neutral brand to offer something good. Pharmacorp was no exception in their pursuit of world domination through chemical goods and in winning the hearts and minds of the public.

The footsteps of hundreds of employees echoed off of the linoleum floors through the vast white atrium and adjoining hallways that fanned out in four directions. In the midst of the clamber of so many feet, Jacob Hall's feet were just two more in the crowd. The young lab assistant moved along, passively looking around the atrium as he entered. The sun had barely started to rise, filling the three story tall room with faintly pink light in addition to the soft white electric lights. Massive flags hung from the ceiling with stock photos of happy scientists and the motto "Are you PC?" referring to Pharmacorp but a play on being politically correct.

Jacob continued through the atrium and down the hallway at the back of the building, moving to the nearest elevator. With a quick slide of his key card, he was in the lift and heading down several floors. The doors opened and he moved out into a subterranean hallway illuminated by full spectrum light bulbs. Television screens were embedded in the walls, simulating an outdoor environment despite being underground. Jacob walked to the lab at the end of the hallway before coming to a stop, reaching out to type the security code into the keypad.

As the code was accepted and the lock light went from red to green, Jacob glanced up at his reflection in the glass. He was twenty four years old with wavy brown hair and oval glasses. He had been a bit of a nerd in college but he had pulled out of the awkward phase and was starting to look more masculine and attractive. For the first time in his life, Jacob felt like he had a bit of a footing in life. He had a good job, looked alright and was doing alright.

Jacob moved through the door into the darkened lab, reaching over to flick the lights on. The lights warmed up before the stainless steel counter tops were shining and the animals in the terrariums started to stir and move around. Jacob pulled on one of the white lab coats sitting on a hook by the door before he moved around, starting his morning routine. Machines were turned on to warm up, papers were filed and then Jacob moved to feed the lab rats.

The lab assistant moved from cage to cage, adding the rat kibble to the bowls in each cage. Things were rather routine until he came to the third cage. He reached for the food bowl to see it overturned and pushed into the corner. The rats inside were in the middle of the cage, lapping at a thin milky puddle that spread across the bottom of the cage. Jacob murmured.

"Did you guys make a mess with your water bottle? We can't leave you in that mess." Jacob said aloud, turning to get another cage. Jacob had missed important cues as the rats continued to lap and slurp at the film on the bottom of their cage. The water bottle attached to the cage was completely full. Whatever fluid had flooded the cage was not from the bottle.

Jacob set a new cage onto the table behind the old one, making sure the lid to each was open wide enough to move the rats over. He set a new bowl into the new cage and filled it with kibble, fitting a fresh water bottle to the glass frame as well before he reached into the old cage, forgetting to put on some gloves. His fingers wrapped around one of the rats, feeling something he didn't expect - slime.

"What's going on with you guys?" Jacob asked, lifting the rat up to eye level. The rat squirmed around on his hand, looking up at him with milky eyes. As Jacob got the rat up high enough, he saw what he had felt earlier. The rat's phallus was fully engorged and dripping. The rat let out a soft squeak as it was held before a thin string of rat semen sprayed out, hitting Jacob's cheek and lower lip.

Jacob sputtered and dropped the rat into the new cage before he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, trying to get the stuff off. The semen smeared on his white lab coat as a yellow splotch. Jacob transferred the other rat, narrowly avoiding a bite from the creature before he dumped it into the new cage as well, sealing it over them. Jacob grimaced at having gotten so messy already, though he looked down at the dirty cage below him, realizing how big the puddle was. He found it hard to believe that both rats together could have made such a mess, but there it was.

The lab assistant lifted the cage and carried it over to the far corner of the room to clean it out. He threw out the water bottle and stuck the bowl in the autoclave before he got out cleaning supplies and pulled on some thick gloves, going to work. Somewhere in the back of his mind he almost felt a little bad as the high pressure stream of water hit the semen and washed it out into the drain in the floor where biohzardous material was pumped into storage. Jacob scrubbed the bottom of the cage, then the sides, licking his lips a bit. He was starting to feel thirsty, though he wasn't sure why.

After a few moments he stood up and set the cage off to the side to dry. He turned to get back to work, though as he walked he murmured gently. The material of his khaki pants rubbed up and down his manhood as it swelled with blood, growing engorged. The tent pushed out in front of him, rather obvious to everyone but Jacob. The rats in the fresh, clean cage soon stood up on their haunches, scratching at the glass, trying to get to the human. Their claws started to stretch as their members pulsed and throbbed, starting to drool more milky yellow sperm into their new cage, smearing it all over the glass.

Jacob began to hum a suggestive song to himself as he worked, thinking of lewd music videos, a hand moving to idly grope himself. He licked his lips a bit more even as his lower lip grew a bit puffy and swollen. Jacob just kept working, not paying attention to the anxious rats, but as they slammed against the side of the cage, the cage started to slide a little, moving to the edge of the table. In a few moments it had slid enough to bump a clipboard and knock it off the table.

The clattering of plastic and metal to the floor caught Jacob's attention and he moved over to pick up the clipboard. As he got close, the rats clawed and panted all the more, but the human moved off to hang up the clipboard in its proper place before returning back to work. The clipboard swung forward and back on the hook, the pages fluttering a bit in the imposed inertia of being moved. On it the documents indicated that the rats had been the test subjects for an 'immortality drug', though large portions of the document were redacted, black lines obscuring information. Jacob had never paid much attention to such things, just doing his work... but as he moved around the lab, he started thinking less and less about work, doing everything on auto pilot as he was lost in imagination and growing lust. It was going to be a long day.

****

Jacob moved down the street after a long day of work, carrying a Gatorade in one hand and a large fresh pretzel in the other. Work had been excruciating to get through with his mind elsewhere, but he had managed to scrape by until the end of his shift. He had just been glad that the lead researchers had spent all day in last minute meetings, taking the rats off of his hands. Jacob tried to eat the pretzel but the breading felt wrong in his mouth and before long he simply lapped at the salty surface before washing it down with the salty Gatorade.

The cravings had been getting stronger all day for something salty and musky to drink but no matter what Jacob tried, it didn't seem to be enough. Likewise, his erection hadn't abated in eight hours. He had covered it up with his lab jacket at work, but moving down the street it stood out quite a bit... but for some reason, Jacob didn't care anymore. It was almost a badge of pride, showing off his size. Jacob continued down the street, trying to satiate his hunger.

As Jacob turned the corner onto Fifth Street, something caught his nose... It was a pungent scent, something like a mix of cheap cologne and man sweat. His eyes glanced around before he spotted a line of men outside an old brick building. Jacob licked his lips slowly, though as his tongue slathered across his mouth it spread an incredibly thick saliva, moving almost like honey in his mouth. Jacob moved over into line, coming up behind a man in a denim jacket with an eagle on it. The man wore tight jeans and a bandanna tied around his head, a short black Mohawk rising up from his scalp.

"I like your jacket." Jacob murmured. The twenty year old turned to look at the man, grinning a bit.

"Got a thing for bikers?" The man asked. Jacob grinned.

"I got a thing for anyone that can feed me what I want." Jacob said, though for a moment he was surprised he had said it that way. After a moment of thinking, Jacob surprised himself with just how perfectly his answer captured his thoughts. He had spent the whole day wondering what he was craving; trying a small variety of foods and drinks before he realized that wasn't what he wanted at all. He wanted cum, sperm, spooge. He'd tasted it a lot of times in his late teens and early twenties, but with work he'd focused more on science than sex.

"And what is it you want?" The biker asked. Jacob grinned, knowing the answer for the first time that day.

"I want your man seed." Jacob whispered, reaching out to rub the biker's hip. The biker glanced around before he slung an arm around Jacob, leading him out of line and into the alley behind the building. Jacob followed obediently, his lips glistening with his thick saliva. In the dim light of the alley, his eyes seemed unnaturally dark as if the brown in his irises was turning black.

"Then I'm going to give you your fill." The biker said. He rubbed his hand over his huge, thick belt buckle before he unzipped his pants, reaching in. Soon after a three inch thick, eight inch long cut cock emerged from the fly. Jacob let out a low, deep growl of delight before he dropped to his knees and moved forward. The biker reached down to trail his fingers through the nerd's wavy hair, grinning from ear to ear.

Jacob barely spent any focus on foreplay before his lips spread over the mushroom shaped head of the biker cock, starting to suck and slurp. The biker moaned in surprise at how warm and thick the nerd's mouth was. As Jacob moved his head up and down, he left a thick coating of saliva over the rod, making it a bit sloppy and slimy. Jacob teased the piss slit, searching out even the faintest taste of old seed, growing more and more animalistic with his movements.

The lab assistant grunted and growled around the cock, sending vibrations up the length as he bobbed his head faster and harder. The biker grunted in shock at how good the nerd was at sucking him and he started to move his hips forward and back, fucking Jacob's face a bit more. Jacob's tongue moved against the slit, forcing the thick saliva up into the biker's rod. The biker moaned, panting ever more as a tingling spread slowly up his cock. He never wanted it to end.

Jacob reached up to caress the biker's balls through his jeans, starting to grope and trace them through the denim before he squeezed more insistently, almost like he was trying to milk the biker. The biker moaned out, his voice carrying down the alley. He had fucked and sucked his biker gang before, but he'd never met someone out of the group so eager to participate in the pleasures of the male. The biker groaned louder as his tingling cock seemed to get a bit harder and longer, stretching past his previous maximum length. The biker grabbed onto Jacob's head all the more, moving him forward and back in time with the thrusts.

"You're a beast, an animal... a monster!" the biker moaned, but Jacob didn't reply. The blood flowed away from the rest of his body and into his cock, leaving his skin a bit pale as his cock hardened, tenting even more. As good and hard as his cock felt, he was focused entirely on the cock in his mouth, sucking it like a vacuum tube. The biker grunted sharply, his fingers digging into his palms as the suction grew so hard that his cock was actually stretching.

Jacob continued to grunt and writhe in his pursuit of cum, a strong fever spreading through his brain. He slowly started forgetting about the other aspects of life as he sucked away, wanting nothing more than cock. He sucked as hard as he could before he took the biker into the hilt, his lips wrapping around the base of his cock. He sucked and slurped and even nibbled, his teeth pressing into the skin. The biker grunted hard, tipping his head back, feeling closer and closer to the edge before all at once it arrived.

The biker called out, his balls seized up and his swollen cock soon sprayed its bounty into Jacob's mouth. Jacob shuddered, never having tasted anything quite as marvelous in his whole life. He let it coat his tongue, gather in his mouth and fill it before he took a thick, silky gulp. His throat was coated and his stomach filled, leaving Jacob feeling euphoric. No drug, no orgasm, no pleasure had ever compared to drinking the strange biker's seed, and his enthusiasm showed. The biker howled and screamed and bucked before he nearly collapsed from the exertion.

Jacob grabbed onto the man, fingers digging into his ass cheeks as he held onto the man feeding him. Jacob sucked and drank and guzzled unrelentingly. The biker kept on cumming and cumming and once he was out of seed, even the muscles kept going for a few moments before they came to a stop. The orgasm had ended and the biker felt hyper sensitive, but much to his surprise, his erection didn't go away.

The biker slammed his back against the brick wall, panting hard. His erection slipped out of Jacob's mouth, a thick rope of cum soaked saliva connecting the cut head to Jacob's pouty lips. Jacob slurped up the string greedily before he let out a soft growl of pleasure. The biker panted and recovered for a long moment before he stuffed his cock back in his pants, glancing to the street beyond before looking back at Jacob.

"You're great at this man... be sure to check out the bathrooms, there are some pretty good glory holes." The biker said before he wandered away to get back in line. Jacob was left in the alley sporting a massive erection, but a grin spread over his mouth slowly as he thought of the glory holes like a buffet of sperm. Jacob slowly rose to his feet and staggered back toward the line, feeling a bit fuzzy headed with so much blood in his cock... but he had to satiate his hunger. Nothing else had any importance.

****

For Liam Anderson, clubbing was a lifestyle. He had the rare distinction of being a photographer for an international travel magazine. As long as he managed to snap award winning pictures, his air fair was covered wherever he went in the world. Liam had worked it down to a science to get the pictures during the day and party all night. He'd partied in clubs in New York, Tokyo, Monte Carlo, Rio, and dozens of others. In all that time, Liam had developed a taste for what made a good club and long bathroom lines were certainly not a good indicator.

Liam stood in light, running his fingers over his skin tight jeans, trying to keep his bladder at bay. After four beers and some margarita shooters he really had to go, but the line had been snaking its way into the bathroom for almost four minutes. The photographer glanced over his shoulder, seeing the line had grown behind him too. He couldn't risk getting out of line.

The photographer was five foot ten with a lithe body. His hair was strawberry blonde and spiked, contrasting the black shirt so tight across his pectoral and abdominal muscles that it might as well have been painted on. Liam shifted a bit more, realizing that his cock had started to get hard from having to pee so bad, the bulge snaking down his pant leg. He grimaced, but at last the people ahead of him entered the bathroom and he came to the threshold.

Liam glanced inside, looking around, waiting for the earliest available opportunity... but to his surprise, all of the urinals were open. The crowd of people and the long delay seemed focused on the bathroom stalls, lining up outside of them. Liam started to wonder if the bar had served bad food and the people had the runs, but he wasn't about to question his opportunity.

The redhead moved into the bathroom and quickly unzipped, unleashing his yellow bounty into the urinal. It took several long moments to evacuate his system, but at last he let it dribble dry and tucked his half hard cock away, turning to return the way he came. Liam was about to leave, but curiosity started to get the best of him. He glanced at the stalls, realizing several legs were sticking down from one and there were knees below the other. It was a glory hole.

Liam considered his options for a long moment before he grinned, realizing he had a chance to make some money on the side if he snapped a few good pictures. The photographer reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim line camera before he moved to the stall door with who had to be the man on the receiving end. He knocked on the stall door and waited hopefully. There was a soft click and the stall door swung open, revealing the man inside.

Jacob looked an absolute mess. His hair had wet and dry cum in it, saliva and cum dribbled from the corners of his lips and his skin was faintly discolored. Even his clothes were a bit torn. The young man had his plump lips wrapped around not one or two but three separate cocks wedged through a hole in the stall. Liam was shocked and disgusted for a moment by the slut's condition, but his disgust faded as he caught sight of Jacob's amazing cock. While the cum soaked slut sucked, one hand moved up his own manhood... a manhood that stood more erect than the obelisks of ancient Egypt.

Liam had never seen a fifteen inch cock before, let alone one as thick as a can of beer or pulsing with so many veins. He also had never seen a ball sack holding balls the size of oranges either. They practically quivered with sperm, ready to unleash thick torrents, but Jacob was focused on sucking off those sharing their bounty through the wall. Liam and Jacob both heard moans as the men he sucked off came, thick jets of sperm spraying into the lab assistant's mouth.

Jacob greedily gulped down the cum, taking in as much as he could, though more ran down his mouth, caking to his chin and dribbling onto his shirt. One by one the men on the other side of the wall pulled out, only to be replaced by more cocks from those that had been waiting in line. Jacob didn't seem to care - cut, uncut, black, white, red. He wanted every cock for himself and he was taking more and more all at once.

Liam couldn't believe his eyes, but then he couldn't believe his fortune. He brought his camera up and started snapping away pictures worthy of the lewdest porno magazines. He got close ups, distance shots, multiple exposures. He kept snapping away, his own cock getting hard from erection rather than having to pee. Liam switched to video mode and managed to capture the long sucking and the cum bath, waiting for the young man to cum, but Jacob never did. He was completely focused on draining the men of all their sperm.

"Wow... This is amazing stuff..." Liam muttered. Jacob's eyes turned to look at Liam with a strange, distant expression. He said nothing with the cocks lodged in his mouth, though his eyes drifted down to Liam's groin. The lab assistant's nostrils flared wider as he inhaled the scent of man before letting out a deep growl. The men on the other side of the wall all gasped in pleasure as the vibration of the growl moved through their shafts, causing them to cum.

Jacob guzzled down three more loads, licking and sucking them for all they were worth before they pulled back, their cocks retracting through the slot. Before more could be inserted, Jacob turned and put a hand on the toilet, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet. He looked at Liam before licking his thick lips, the lips darkening a bit, looking almost as if he had used a faint black lipstick.

"Oh, I see how it is. You ready for the main course big man?" Liam grinned, unzipping his pants. He brought out his cock and brandished it at Jacob, "I can't believe a guy with a cock your size is more interested in sucking other dudes off, but I won't complain." Liam said. Jacob took a step forward, then another. Liam was a little confused that the man said nothing, but soon the photographer had a firm hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it off. Liam moaned, putting his back to the stall door as Jacob leaned down.

A thick purple tongue began sliding up Liam's length, leaving a trail of viscous saliva behind that dripped in stretchy strings to the floor. Jacob ran his lips around Liam's head before he popped the tip in and slathered his tongue against the slit, starting to suck Liam off, taking in more and more of his shaft. Liam moaned deeply, shocked by how strong and good the blow job was. He managed to take a few more pictures of Jacob as he sucked, the pale man's dark lips moving up and down his rod.

Jacob moaned around the cock, his fingers reached out to caress and toy with Liam's balls through his pants. The former lab assistant started to massage and pet the balls, almost as if encouraging them to give up their bounty. Liam kept trying to take photos but soon his arms fell to his sides and the camera clattered to the floor. He'd never had a blow job that good in his life. His fingers moved to tangle in Jacob's cum soaked, greasy hair, holding the man's head to his groin.

Liam panted sharply, feeling his heart racing in excitement, but it was nothing compared to what Jacob was experiencing. Jacob had been reduced to raw experience, knowing nothing but the taste of cum and what it took to get more. As he sucked Liam's cock off, he could feel the other man's cock growing in his mouth. It swelled, it bloated, and it stretched. The flesh extended longer and thickened up, but the flesh itself seemed to be duplicating and expanding.

Jacob's saliva started soaking into Liam's shaft, making the flesh spongier and thicker. As the glue like saliva soaked in, the shaft became almost slimy, glistening with every lick. The head of Liam's shaft grew fatter and his length stretched to eight inches, then ten, then more. Liam moaned in shock, surprised everything could feel so good... but he felt particularly good in his balls as they tingled, swelling slowly.

The sensations soon proved to be too much and Liam tipped his head back. He grunted sharply, his fingers clutching Jacob's head as he came. Thick spurts of white human cream shot into Jacob's mouth where he gulped them down, letting the silky flow slide into his eternally ravenous stomach. Liam rested there for a long moment before he regretfully pulled out of Jacob's mouth. A thick string of tainted saliva connected the two for a long moment.

"You are a god..." Liam murmured. Jacob said nothing, letting out a soft grunt as he turned, moving back to the glory hole to take in several more cocks into his mouth. Liam shook his head, "No, I guess you're not a god, you're just a cum zombie." Liam muttered, looking down at his cock. He had expected to be soft again but his cock was raging hard. Liam thought about the clubbers outside, wondering if any of them wanted a good fucking before he headed out.

The photographer moved out of the bathroom stall with his cock sticking out of his pants, forgetting his camera behind. Several men murmured in surprise as they saw him in the open, but soon enough Liam was grinding up against interested men that caressed and rubbed his body. Liam knew it wasn't long before he had to catch his next flight, but he was going to have some fun first.

****

The Gypsy Gyro restaurant had been open on the edge of the highway for years and years, but it rarely received new customers. Part of the reason had to do with how run down the muddy brown building had gotten over the years, but mostly it was a response to the dozen or so Harley Davidson motorcycles that were parked out of it at all times. The restaurant had been a biker bar since its opening and the clientele had been loyal. For their loyalty, they had been given great freedoms. There wasn't any kind of pleasure seeking under the sun that didn't go on at the Gyro, and it was one reason that James loved coming there.

The biker stepped off his bike, rubbing a fingerless gloved hand over the erection running down his leg. The biker stretched a bit, the eagle on his jacket contouring to his back as he moved into the bar. A few people looked up from behind clouds of smoke as they played cards and ate steak, though a few more glanced at James' erection. Bearded men dressed in leather eyed the young biker like a piece of candy.

"Hey James, looking to play?" a bald headed biker asked, running his fingers around his short clipped goatee beard. James gave a faint, dark-lipped grin before he nodded, moving over to the biker.

"Lance, you dog." One of the other bikers chuckled, seeing James lower to his knees before the biker. The leather pants were caressed before they were all but torn apart, James sticking his face into the groin of the biker before him. He sniffed at the underwear, licked it and then used his teeth to push it back. Lance grunted in shock. He'd always talked big, but he'd never expected to be taken in broad daylight. Still, James gave him no chance. The biker plunged his lips down around the cock and started to suck; bobbing his head up and down, using more suction than the biker had ever felt.

Lance grabbed onto James' head, holding the young man to his cock, arching his back. He could feel his cock go to full erection and then some as he was sucked down. James clawed and tore at the leather pants, prying them apart before he could get to the biker's low hanging hairy balls. James juggled them around in his hand, massaging and squeezing the orbs as he went to town.

James looked a bit worse for wear after his travel. His eyes were looking a bit hollow, his teeth were yellowing and they even seemed more jagged. The teeth grazed the cock as he sucked it down and faint red marks appeared from the tortured flesh. Lance felt a tingling spreading into his body from his cock, his eyes clenching shut in pleasure. His cock started to expand more rapidly, growing an inch, then two, then three into James' eager mouth.

Lance wanted to scream out in pleasure, but thoughts started to flee from his mind. All he knew was that he felt fantastic and nothing could ever feel better than that. He fucked into James' mouth, feeling hot saliva dribbling out around his cock from James' mouth. He fucked the boy's face as hard as he could, his fingers digging into the table before him, barely able to hold on.

James tilted his head and worked on methods to make Lance cum all the sooner, and before too much longer he succeeded. Lance called out, his back arching as he released the potent cum he had been keeping in his balls. James gulped down the cum like it was candy, savoring every drop. Semen was the only thing that made him feel alive, the only drive he pursued. With his load consumed, he pulled off slowly. Lance looked up vaguely, barely able to sit up in the booth. James turned to look at the other bikers in their leather.

"Who is next?" James murmured gruffly, a strange smile on his lips.

[Two Days Later]

While the nation was dotted with thick, complex clusters of population spreading ever outward, there were still vast stretches of road passing through empty fields, deserts, and scrub brush with nothing but truck stops for waypoints. It seemed an unlikely place for someone to be walking alone, but Lucas was used to it. His dirty blond hair had been worked into dreadlocks for years. Stubble hugged his chin and his large army backpack held everything important in his life.

Lucas was a drifter, seeing the country on his own terms. He'd graduated from college an idealist only to find that the world didn't agree with him. Trying to find a job in a broken economy, or worse, finding a job, both seemed like terrible fates... so Lucas had headed out, leaving it all behind him. It wasn't an easy life, but somehow it was easier to make it on nothing than to try and balance everything.

The young man walked along the highway, looking out at the westbound lanes. He'd never seen so many abandoned cars before, nor as many tow trucks. The tow trucks had given up taking them and had started moving them to the side, clearing a path for the traffic to continue through. Lucas wasn't keen on being somewhere with so many angry drivers so he shifted tactics. His hand went up and so did his thumb, brandishing the international symbol for hitchhiking.

Lucas continued walking along as numerous cars passed him, but much to Lucas' surprise, the heavy squeal of air breaks sounded as a large Wal-Mart truck came rumbling past him, pulling awkwardly half off of the road. Lucas grinned a bit. Truckers usually made for good conversations. He jogged up past the eight wheels and the flashing orange lights before he reached up and grabbed the door handle. Like a gymnast, Lucas swung himself up into the cabin of the truck, swinging his backpack around to rest at his feet as he dropped onto the seat.

"Thanks man, I really am grateful." Lucas said, shutting the door before he turned, looking a bit surprised by the trucker. He was younger than most, probably twenty or twenty one. He had a well worn trucker hat over greasy brown hair and a square lantern jaw covered in stubble, but what shocked Lucas the most was the amount of muscle the man had. His pecs were oozing out of the top of his tank top, he had muscled flanks in his arm pits Lucas had never seen; even the trucker's neck had individual muscles.

"No prob." The driver said, moving his hand. The truck doors locked and the truck began moving out onto the road. Lucas was a little unsettled that the trucker said so little, usually they were starving for conversation. Lucas shifted a bit and looked back at the trucker, eyeing his muscles. If anything they seemed bigger than before... though that likely had to do with how small his shirt was. It didn't even drop all the way down to his belly button, and his pants were obscenely tight too. The bulge in his groin looked like he was trying to hide a whole cooked turkey.

"So, where's your next stop?" Lucas asked.

"Big city..." The trucker replied, groaning gently.

"Big city, huh? It's been a while since I've been to one myself." Lucas said, gazing ahead. With his gaze forward, Lucas missed the fact that the trucker's body was continuing to swell and grow. His shoulders widened, his arms bulked out and grew longer and his legs enlarged. A soft tearing sound came as his pants split, fraying around the ankles. Even the trucker's shoes had split out long ago, size sixteen feet pushing on the pedals. The trucker shuddered as his lips darkened, thick saliva leaking down them and across the stubble on his chin before dripping to the groin of his pants.

As the saliva soaked the jeans, they lost integrity. The denim split out and a thick, massive meaty cock slapped his belly. Lucas was still too absorbed in thought to notice, but as the Trucker drove, his cock stretched to fourteen inches, then eighteen, then twenty two. It rose up from his groin like a pillar, the head of the shaft almost purple with blood. The cock wobbled and swayed, but as the trucker's balls swelled to the size of grapefruit and then larger, they gave the rod a good foundation.

Tempted by the bounty before him, the Trucker moaned before wrapping his lips around his own cock, sucking. It wasn't long at all before his cock started oozing thick, yellow precum... and while it was delicious, it didn't seem fresh somehow. The trucker tried to suck himself a few more times before his eyes drifted to the passenger he had picked up. A hand the size of a Frisbee reached over, grabbing at Lucas' groin.

"What the fuck are you do-" Lucas had started to shout as the hand rested on his groin, but when he turned to see the driver transformed, he had been too stunned to speak. The trucker had to be five or six hundred pounds of muscle, built larger than a gorilla and at least seven and a half feet tall. He had grown to such monstrous proportions in moments. The trucker got a grip of Lucas' camouflage pants and pulled, tearing the cloth away. Lucas tried to get the door open but the lock was down. He pulled it up and opened the door, trying to lunge away from the monster.

As Lucas lunged, a hand grabbed his foot. Lucas grabbed onto the seat of the truck for dear life, pulling. The shoe strained and stretched, the laces tight, but eventually it popped free. Lucas went hurtling from the truck, landing roughly on a grassy hillside as the truck went speeding down the highway. He rolled and rolled, being buffeted between rocks and shrubs before the ground evened out. Lucas lost momentum just before he rolled onto cement.

For a few moments the hitchhiker laid on the cement, gazing up at the sky, panting softly. He didn't understand what had happened, what he had experienced. It was too linear to be a drug trip, but no one could just pack on two hundred pounds of muscle in a minute's time. Lucas tried to figure out the remote possibilities, though he grew distracted as he felt something hot and wet splash across his right arm. Lucas grimaced, assuming he was bleeding, but when he lifted his arm he realized it was dripping with thick yellow slime.

As Lucas looked at his right arm, something hot and wet splashed across his stomach. Lucas slowly sat up and looked around, his blood going cold and his muscles tensing. He had rolled down into the parking lot of a biker bar... and the bikers were not themselves either. Eight 'men' stood around Lucas, each stroking off two and a half foot long veined cocks above melon sized balls. They all had beards down to their chests, black lips, and strings of drool leaking from their mouths. Their eyes were glassy and their fingernails were stretched into black points.

Lucas rolled over onto all fours and sprinted forward only to get sprayed down with the cum, coating his back and his dreads. The bikers lumbered to cut off his escape, shooting off more semen like fire hoses. Lucas spun around to try the other direction before he got hit square in the face. The musty, salty goo went up his nose and in his mouth, invading his senses. It was so hot and so slimy and so... so very... good.

The hitchhiker came to a stop as his cock started to harden. He was dazed and stunned for a moment, but as he took a thick swallow of the yellow goop that had filled his mouth, he started to moan. He licked his lips to gather all of the flavor to himself before he looked around at the bikers. They gave vague grins, moving forward. As the bikers jacked themselves off, more and more shots of cum rained down on Lucas. He opened his mouth wide, trying to catch it in his mouth, gulping it down before he finally decided to gather it from the source.

Lucas crawled over to one of the bikers, reaching up to caress the huge shaft before he leaned in, wrapping his lips over the end. The bearded biker grinned and released all his muscles, for the mutation that had wracked their bodies didn't make it easier to cum, it made it hard not to. They constantly produced and constantly sprayed unless they held back. The zombie moaned as he was sucked off and poured without restraint, tainting another soul. His thick brown beard blew in the wind, almost the same shade as the brown eagle on his denim jacket. James had changed quite a bit, but so had his gang... and so was Lucas.

As the tainted viral cum flowed down Lucas' throat, his face started to tingle all over. The stubble on his chin grew out into a yellow tuft of hair, but new stubble crossed the rest of his face as well. The hairs pushed out of his upper lip, working into a thick mustache that came down around the cock in his mouth before the hair spread out across his face. Wiry, rough hairs grew out to form a bushy, thick untamed beard. Lucas kept suckling on the rancid cock as he was tainted, the beard dropping down from his face six inches, then eight. In moments he looked like he belonged with the bikers, at least... on his face.

Lucas shuddered as he felt a hot wetness spreading from his groin. His pants soon grew wet as the last of his human cum leaked out before thickening and yellowing. His erection pushed against the pants, making a tent. Lucas' member grew to eight inches, nine, eleven, fifteen, then twenty. The pants grew tight, then strained, and then the button popped and the fly was forced open. Lucas' cock grew longer and thicker, the veins bulging out... but his balls were growing too, throbbing and swelling.

The other bikers started to unleash their seed over Lucas, showering him in viral cum. It looked like they were welcoming him to the group, but they no longer thought in such complex patterns. To them there was only sexual gratification, and while they didn't know why, it felt enormously wonderful to spray humans and watch them change. Lucas' beard soon caressed his collar bone before he pulled off the cock, letting the cum shower him in the face. He gave a toothy grin before his own pillar of a cock unleashed a torrent of cum, hitting his beard and chest before spraying even harder, fountaining up and raining down over them all. Lucas had never felt so good in his life.

****

Bastion and Cory had been friends since they could remember. There were pictures of them playing with blocks and brio and on bikes with training wheels. They had done everything together, even coming out of the closet. The realization that they had both been gay was liberating to them both, though after graduating high school Bastion was worried that they'd drift apart, not see each other, that he'd lose his best friend... so he was intent to make their last summer together count.

The eighteen year old waited for Cory to enter before he shut his bedroom door behind him and locked it, turning around and brushing his black bangs out of his face. The bedroom was fairly large and on the second story of the house. The lights were off but the late afternoon sun was shining off of the white house next door, giving the room some ambiance. Bastion moved over to the computer and sat down in the chair, his black and purple long sleeve t-shirt so long in the sleeves that his hands barely emerged from them. Cory sunk down into the chair next to him. Bastion groped himself a bit, grinning.

"I've got some good eye candy for our wank fest; I found these videos of these guys with just gigantic cocks..." Bastion said, navigating through his browser bookmarks before he found what he was looking for. The video started to buffer and then played. The camera work was a little clumsy but it showed the midst of an orgy with guys of all sorts of shapes and sizes going at it. It was the sort of thing porn had shown a billion times, but this time the men were all extraordinarily well endowed. Some were a foot long, others even larger.

Bastion unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, withdrawing his cock. He started to stroke it up and down, writhing gently. He and Cory had been jacking off together for a while, but it still filled him with a deep thrill. Bastion gazed at the enormous cocks, imagining riding them or even having one.

"Can you believe how big they are? Do you think it's some kind of special effect?" Bastion asked, turning to look at Cory before his jaw dropped. Cory had undone his pants, but the cock emerging from it was not the six incher Bastion was used to. Somehow, over night, Cory's cock had grown to fourteen inches. Bastion looked at Cory in stunned shock, but Cory could only look at Bastion's rod. Cory moved from his chair, knocking Bastion over, moving to lick at the cock.

"Cory! What are you doing? What's going on?!" Bastion asked, moaning and groaning but trying to keep Cory back. Cory grunted, pushing against Bastion, trying to get to that cock. The more that Bastion fought it, the more aggressive Cory got before he gave up on the cock and moved, biting Bastion's neck. Bastion gasped sharply as the teeth penetrated his flesh. His eyes were wide in shock, his body still.

Cory moved and brought his head down on Bastion's cock, starting to suck and lick it all over. Bastion remained on his back, lifting his hand up slowly to the wound on his neck. It was coated in honey like saliva tinged red but wasn't leaking much. Bastion wanted to be freaked out, to be scared, but soon he moaned. The mouth on his cock felt so good. He moaned again, this time louder as all pain drained away and all he felt was pleasure.

Bastion soon grabbed Cory's head, holding it in place. Every time his best friend sucked or licked, it was as if part of Bastion was being wiped away. His brain stopped debating his future, then the past. Everything faded from his mind until all that was left was the moment. He groaned and moaned, panting, writhing, feeling his cock stretch and engorge in Cory's mouth before he came.

Cory gulped at the untainted sperm, feeling so very fulfilled. He swallowed it down greedily, his hands moving to massage and grope Bastion's balls as they swelled. The two had spent their youth and adolescence together, but now it seemed they wouldn't be separated after all, bound together as cum zombies.

****

There was no longer any doubt, something terrible was going on. The skies had filled with the haze of house fires, cars were abandoned on the streets and the air raid siren had gone off, but there was no explanation, no reason, no warning. The local television channels had gone out and cable was just showing the same old repeats. People had retreated to basements while others tried to flee on the highways, but Lex was living it up. This was true anarchy, something he'd been waiting for.

The punk moved down the street with a grin on his face, his combat boots gripping the cement. He wore a thick black vest with the anarchist "A" on the back. Spiked bracelets ringed his wrists and a large red Mohawk rose up from his otherwise shaved skull. Lex was so excited; he wasn't sure where to start first... He had always wanted to loot, but vandalism was something he was more familiar with. Then Lex realized he could do both.

Lex made his way through the neighborhood, heading toward his old high school. He could pick up some computers and torch the place at the same time. The punk looked around as he heard dogs barking in the distance but soon he turned his attention back to the park. He moved along the path beneath the trees, grinning as he contemplated getting his revenge on the stifling school.

As the punk advanced, he hadn't noticed leaves falling from the trees behind him as he moved. The rustling was lost on him as well, but when he heard a twig snap, he stopped and looked around. The park was deserted; no one around him... but someone was above him. Two hands slowly gripped a branch above Lex's head, then two more. The arms connected to the same torso, the chest lined with a double set of pectorals.

Solid black eyes gazed down at the human below. The four armed zombie licked his lips before his long, curved shaft seemed to lift up on its own. The mushroom shaped head pulsed before a solid, stretchy rope of yellowed cum shot out and hit Lex on the back, splattering across. Lex felt the impact and let out a curse and tried to move, but the rope grew tight and tugged him back. The zombie in the tree used one hand to pull the cum string from his cock and tie it around a limb before the shaft shot out another and another. The ropes hit Lex' shoulder and leg. It was just enough to get him off his feet.

Lex yelped as he was pulled upwards, hanging from the tree. He felt more and more of the strings pelt him before he was pulled all the way up into the tree. The multilimbed zombie rested his cock against Lex's ribs before a thick yellow sheet started to ooze out. The creature crawled around the limb and around Lex, tying him to the tree, covering him in the thick strands.

"Let me go, this... You gotta let me go, please!" Lex begged, writhing and struggling. His arms were pinned to his sides, his legs bound together. The spider like zombie encased him in strings of goo before he leaned down and gnawed at the pants. Soon Lex's underwear was chewed through and his limp cock slipped free. The spider finished covering Lex from neck to toe until only his cock emerged from the cocoon of zombie silk.

Lex squirmed as he felt hands press against his chest and sides before the zombie came face to face. Lex realized the creature had once been an emo boy. His black hair hung down almost all the way over his solid black eyes, he had a number of piercings and his lips were solid black. Lex looked at the emo spider, surprised by the strange beauty he had. The spider zombie gave a strange, half sentient smile before he leaned in to kiss Lex. Lex was surprised but met the kiss, but as the hot, thick saliva poured into his mouth, he felt his body going numb.

"Ven...om..." Lex murmured softly before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out. Even unconscious, his cock started to harden, dangling from the cocoon of spider silk. The emo zombie turned around and crawled down Lex's underside before opening his mouth, hanging it right beneath the shaft. A few moments later Lex's body began to drizzle his human precum, the muscles pumping the white seed out of him. The spider savored the flavor, gulping the seed down with great gusto.

****

The engine of the 71 Chevrolet truck hummed as it rolled down the street, the large tires turning easily. The cabin and the truck bed were loaded down with men from eighteen to thirty eight. They had hats with the confederate flag, flannel shirts and worn blue jeans. They also had a wide variety of weaponry. Every time a zombie got close, their gun would go off and the zombie toppled to the ground. The survivors were armed and ready. Not only that, but they had a plan. They would get to the marina and from there they would head to an isolated island, one without an airport. American Samoa, the Caribbean, it didn't matter. They were going to get the hell off of the mainland.

"Blockage!" The driver called out. The men in the back were used to the call. The truck rolled to a stop and the men in the back jumped out. Half took up points around the truck, standing guard, while the others moved to bash in the windows of the derelict cars, shifting them into neutral if possible before shoving them out of the way. In the case of a small Prius, they managed to hoist the car up off the ground and set it just far enough away for the truck to pass.

As the men moved back toward the truck, a strange musky scent filled the air and a soft, wet film began to land on their skin. The men looked around, and one by one they spotted him. To one of the men it looked like one of their old friends from school, grown up... Shaved head, long brown beard, muscled and tattooed... but to another of the men, the figure was a guy he used to bully, wearing black hipster glasses with bed head hair. Each one of them saw someone different, someone they had secretly been attracted to, someone that drew them in... at least the men outside of the truck.

As the greenish brown film landed on the truck windows, the driver and passenger were wide eyed in horror. The creature they saw was far from ideal. He was tall and skinny and his limbs were too long, but the most horrifying feature of all had to be the nest of cocks extending from his groin, quivering and wriggling. The men that had jumped out of the back were moving toward him, but they weren't raising their guns.

"Shoot him! Shoot him you idiots!" The driver shouted.

"They can't hear you!" the passenger said, reaching for the manual window handle. The driver's eyes went wide.

"No!" he shouted, but it was too late. The glass rumbled down and the mist got into the truck. The men breathed it in and grew disoriented slowly before looking back. The passenger grinned gently to himself.

"They must have got it, that's... Oh my god, it's Jess! Jesse!" the passenger shouted before he jumped out, crossing the lawn. In his eyes he saw his brother back from Afghanistan. The driver grunted, his head pulsating, the pain growing stronger. The hallucinogen seemed to be searching his memory for any male he had ever been remotely attracted to but, finding nothing, a different vision seemed to manifest. As the driver turned to look out at his friends, he saw they were gathering around the legs of... himself. There was another him out there.

"What in the world?" the driver murmured softly. He scooted across the truck bench before he stepped out, moving toward his doppelganger. He crossed the lawn and lowered to his knees just like all the others, lost in a trance he would never escape from. The truck was left on the street to run and run until it ran out of gas, yet one more derelict to clog the roads.

****

The sky had filled with pink and orange as the sun set, but already pillars of man made light were being erected at a recently reactivated military base. Helicopters flew in, humvees drove around and sentry turrets were being put up. In the midst of it all, two doctors in lab coats stepped out of a helicopter as it landed and were escorted across the tarmac and into the main building.

They moved with great haste to the briefing room, pushing through the double doors to find thirty more scientists, liaisons and advisors. The far wall was filled with the projection of the world map with large red splotches. Almost the entire mid-west of America had turned red, and Japan, China, Spain and Mexico were already contaminated as well. The new scientists looked around in shock at everything before the doors behind them opened again and a general entered.

"Alright men, what do we know?" The general asked.

"It is a viral agent, apparently spread by bodily fluids." One scientist said.

"Biological weapon?" The general asked.

"If it is, it was in its early stages. The virus kills women on exposure but they can't be carriers. The men just... become something else." Another scientist said.

"Then if a woman is alive, she isn't infected. We'll start evacuating them to safe zones. As for the men, I need specifics, not antiquated idealism." The general shot back. The scientists scurried around, trying to arrange things before several photos appeared on the wall screen showing a number of the 'zombies'.

"We've found four subtypes, perhaps six in addition to the common mutation." The scientist said, showing a muscled behemoth, "Brutes," he said, changing the photo to a picture of a bearded zombie in the midst of spraying a torrent of seed at the photographer, "Hosers," he said, changing the photo to a blurry picture of a young man in a tree hanging on a web of slimy yellow string, "Spiders... and then there's the siren, but no one can get close enough to get a picture." The scientist explained.

"Disgusting..." The general muttered, "Do they all try to..." he trailed off.

"Yes sir, they all try to... feed on seminal secretions." The scientist said.

"We think it's a nutritional deficiency, something the virus depletes during reproduction." Another said.

"Well... since you've briefed me, I see it only fair to brief you." The general said, taking a breath, "An attempt was made to retake a small town on route sixty six. While these... zombies... are vulnerable to our weapons fire, they are still quite resilient. It seems they lived up to their title of being undead. Arm and leg wounds don't do anything to slow them down." The general said.

"Was the team... lost?" another scientist asked softly. The general shook his head.

"No, locals assisted in the evacuation. Turns out that the civilians have been ready for this day a lot longer than us. They have strategies and tactics that are sound, if a bit crude. I'll be working with these survivor groups, but what I need from you is a cure... or a way to wipe them all out." The general said.

"We don't have a cure yet, but we think we know where this all started." A scientist said. The general turned to face him, an eyebrow going up. The scientist swallowed, "A company called Pharmacorp, they have headquarters in Michigan." The scientist said.

"And they might have research to undo this?" the general questioned. The scientists seemed to nod. The general stood up straighter, "I'll have my men ready to move out." The general said, "Prepare everything you know about Pharmacorp. I want company history, blueprints, everything." The general added before he turned and moved out. The scientists looked at each other before quickly getting to work.

****

The distant sound of screams and rants echoed through the streets, but not from the zombie apocalypse... It was the terrifying and heart breaking sight of military officers pulling women out of the urban center to take them to a safe zone while leaving the men behind. Families were being split up, people were being tear gassed. It was too much for Ryan. He knew he wasn't being evacuated and he didn't want to get caught up in the chaos, so he started walking home again.

The city was strange, there was no denying it. They were one of the lucky neighborhoods that still had power. The street lights were on but the lights in all the homes were off. No one wanted to advertise that they were there. The bricks buildings looked brown in the orange haze of the street lights and they didn't compliment Ryan's chocolate colored skin either.

The man moved, his basketball shorts swishing around his knees, his short sleeve shirt hugging a healthy, muscled body. His almond colored eyes gazed ahead of him as he walked, his head shaved smooth. Ryan felt a bit more relaxed as he got away from the sound of the evacuation and then eventually his home. He moved up the steps and unlocked the apartment door before shutting it behind him, locking it once more. He knew it wouldn't stop a horde but it would slow them down.

Ryan circled the stairs, reaching the third floor. He was about to enter his own apartment when he heard one of the doors creak. He turned around, realizing it was 304. He gave a soft grimace, realizing it was Cooper's place. Of all his neighbors, he got along with Cooper better than most. Ryan turned and moved forward.

"Hey Coop, did your sister get out? They're taking all the women." Ryan said.

"She's gone..." came a soft voice, though the speech was distorted a bit.

"Well, glad she doesn't have to stick around this place, it's... it's..." Ryan trailed off as cooper came into sight. Normally a well tanned jock, Cooper didn't look right at all. His nostrils were more slitted, his skin was yellow and his mouth seemed to be almost foaming. Ryan turned to lunge into his apartment, but Cooper's jaw snapped open and a thick purple tongue shot out several feet, wrapping around Ryan's leg. Ryan grabbed at the door knob but he was yanked back, sliding across the apartment hall. He yelped as Cooper grabbed him and turned him onto his back before tearing at his shorts.

Ryan let out several punches to the zombie, but the fist impacts just didn't seem to do anything. Ryan grunted as his shorts were pulled down, his thick brown uncut cock exposed. Cooper retracted his tongue before it shot out again, the fleshy tube sliding over his friend's cock. Ryan yelped, trying to grab it and pull it off, but to his shock, as Cooper's tongue retracted, it was his body that moved forward.

Cooper's foaming mouth slid over Ryan's shaft, his lips pressing tightly to his neighbor's groin. Ryan let out a yell as he felt the foaming tingling and almost burning on his groin, but the pain slowly died away again. Ryan reached down to try and pry Cooper off, but when his head didn't move, Ryan looked down. To his shock and horror, Cooper's mouth had fused to the flesh on his groin. Their skin had grown together, lodging Cooper around his groin, sealed and complete.

With no fear of being removed from his food source, Cooper's tongue continued massaging Ryan's shaft inside the mouth cocoon. The saliva thickened more and more, but the tongue tube had another trick left to reveal. A smaller inner tendril started snaking across Ryan's shaft before it found the urethra and started to snake its way into his manhood. Ryan clawed at the ground, grunting sharply as he was invaded, feeling it move all the way to his balls.

Ryan tried to move, and to his surprise, Cooper's movements mirrored his own. Ryan tried to climb up and Cooper moved as well before they rose up. Ryan took a step forward, then a step back and Cooper matched every movement. It was the strangest thing Ryan had ever seen in his life, but it kept him from being trapped in the hallway. Ryan had a feeling he was already infected, but the least he could do was get out of the hallway. The black man moved back into his apartment, leading the zombie that had become part of his groin so he could feed him properly.

****

The Pharmacorp headquarters had gone dark in the disaster, at least mostly. Emergency lights ran off of on-site generators, giving a faint glow. It had been silent for days, but the silence was broken as flashlights shone off of the glass dome to the atrium before soldiers landed on the roof. Holes were cut in the glass before the soldiers rappelled down thick black lines to the floor far below. The soldiers looked around as they dropped into the building, shining their rifle lights on the tattered 'Are you PC' flags before they touched down.

Hand signals were exchanged between the soldiers as they fanned out, checking the four hallways for any sign of a threat. To their surprise, every entrance was not only shut tight with the fire doors but also man made barricades. More hand signals were flashed and the soldiers broke into three units, each heading for a different set of stairs. They followed the spiraling stairs down to the next floor, then one further before moving for their objective, but as they tried the doors, they didn't budge.

"Survivors?" A lieutenant asked.

"Hopefully." A colonel replied, turning to the door, "Is anyone alive in there? Are there survivors?" he called out.

"Wh... Who are you?!" came a scared response.

"Joint Taskforce team six, United States Military." The colonel replied.

"Who was the first President?" the survivor shouted.

"General George Washington, sir." The colonel replied. There was silence for a moment before there was a soft groaning on the other side of the door, then a click. The door was eased open and the soldiers looked in, much to their surprise, to see well armed scientists. Some of the weapons seemed to be prototype dart guns while others were more improvised weaponry.

"You'd be surprised at what basic information becomes impossible to access when infected." The scientist said.

"So you know what this is? We've come to get answers, to try and solve this." The colonel said. The scientist nodded.

"We uploaded as much of the information we could onto a solid state drive before the computers went down... and we have some samples." The scientist said.

"Fluid or... living?" the colonel asked. The scientists looked uncertain.

"Both... But we won't bring the lab rats if you think it's a risk. We lost four men trying to contain them." The scientist said.

"Jensen, Lewis, watch them. I'm going to call this in." The colonel said, moving back a few steps to pull out his radio. It was everything they were hoping for, but the risk of infection was high. He had to be sure. The scientists slowly lowered their weapons, watching the soldiers. It was hard to believe everything had unraveled so far, but their best hope of survival had arrived.

"So you egg heads barricaded yourself in here where the virus started?" One of the soldiers asked after a moment. The scientists shrugged.

"We think the first human infected left the building without infecting anyone else... and the rats couldn't open doors or chew through the metal walls. We could isolate the building completely and we had enough air, water and food for over three years. If you had taken another few hours, this floor would have been impenetrable." The scientist replied. The soldier looked around slowly at the hallway, realizing the building was a fortress of sorts.

"Alright. Recovery craft is moving in for the survivors. We'll take you to one of the safe zones. The fluid samples will be taken in a separate craft and the rats will be taken to an off-site location. Grab anything that can help fix this and follow us." The colonel said, turning to move up the stairs. Jensen and Lewis moved to help out, grabbing supplies, though they noticed that not all the scientists were moving for the stairs once the products had been gathered.

"We have to move out." Lewis said, looking at them.

"We've seen the movies and video games... Military bases aren't safe. We're going to take our chances here." One of the scientists said.

"But what if they want to bomb this place to make sure the virus is eradicated?" another scientist asked.

"There's a zombie apocalypse out there... This place is more valuable to figure out what happened and how to fix it. They won't do that." Another shot back.

"We don't have time to argue. If you want to come help save your country and world, come now. If you stay behind, you're on your own." Lewis said. In time most of the scientists started filtering up the steps back toward the ground floor, but a sizeable portion remained behind. Lewis shook his head, disgusted by how cowardly they were being. He turned his back on them and moved up the steps, helping those that were going to work to try and fix the problem.

****

[Four Days Later]

The reactivated military base had undergone a retrofit over the last several days, redubbed the 'Thunder Plains' base after the long rage artillery had been tested. The wheat fields around the base had been burned to give clear line of sight, the scorched earth brittle and brown. Layers and layers of barbed wire fence and cement barricades surrounded the base as towers and sentry turrets covered every inch of the outer perimeter. Even the base itself was patrolled by teams of five so no corner was left unchecked.

Three barracks had been filled with survivors, though they weren't allowed to interact with one another until they were sure no infected had been brought in. The one reassuring factor came in the form of regular food drops from helicopters. National warehouses for international food distribution had been appropriated in the state of emergency with the spoils divided between military safe zones and air drops to urban areas where the infection hadn't yet claimed everyone. Between the food and the defenses, it was the safest any of the survivors could feel.

The scientists from Pharmacorp had teamed up with the CDC and military scientists, working on every option at their disposal. The virus had been cross checked and run against simulations while reports of new mutations came in. General Armstrong still found it odd to be in charge of a base of scientists, but he knew he had the most important job in the world. Their accomplishments would make or break the future of the entire world. That was why when they called him, he didn't waste a moment, pushing into the labs with a fast stride.

"You have something for me?" General Armstrong asked. The scientists looked up from where they were working. The computers running on the generators were processing a complex set of formulas, though the molecular pattern was spinning around as it was cross checked.

"Thank you, General, for coming so quickly." The lead CDC scientist said, "Using PC's records of the virus, we think we've found the cures." They said. The general's eyebrow rose.

"Cures, plural?" he asked.

"Well, yes... While the virus in the common infected is largely unchanged from the original, we've found eight different mutations with the hosers and spiders and what not. Pharmacorp had been working on a reversal drug for the customers who didn't like the effects of their product, and-"

"Product?!" The general asked with a sneer.

"Yes, it appears the virus was an attempt to bottle immortality and... well endowedness." The scientist said. The general grimaced at the folly of society as a whole before he sighed.

"So you worked with the agent?" the general asked. The scientist nodded, getting back on track.

"It took some extra work from us to get it to match the new strains, but the agent neutralizes the samples of the virus completely. We think it will allow the body to restore itself to its proper form as well in the common infected." The scientist said.

"But the mutated zombies will need a different cure?" he asked.

"We aren't as far along on that development at the moment. Right now we are sure we could restore their sentience, but... we wouldn't be able to restore their physical forms." The scientist said. The general considered for a long moment, looking around at the room before he looked back to the scientist.

"I want all your men focused on mass producing the general cure. If we can stem the tide of this, prevent the masses from infecting ever larger groups, we can prevent there from being any more mutants and clean up the ones that are out there." The general said. The scientist looked a bit uncertain before he nodded and moved off. The general looked around at them all, feeling a bit of pride. Even after the world had apparently ended, good old American ingenuity was going to prevail. He turned to head out of the doors to address his superiors about the developments.

[Two Weeks Later]

Laughter. It was the first time that laughter had been heard on base, but the surviving children had started to adapt to their new lives, playing soccer with armed chaperones watching over them. Every so often the air would thunder with the sound of long rage weapons, but then silence and safety would return. A seventeen year old boy looked over at the younger kids with a slight sense of relief. His hair had been dyed electric blue, though the roots were starting to grow out a dark blonde while the tips faded to a dull green.

Like most teenagers, Hawk hadn't felt confident about society before the end had come. He was sick of the politics, the advertising... and now it was all gone. He had taken society for granted and now he realized how much it was his whole world. Hawk had lost his parents, his friends, he'd lost everything a month before he was going to turn eighteen. All he had were the acquaintances he had made on base, from some of the survivors to some of the soldiers. In a way it was a simpler life. Each day he'd help in the base garden and help serve food to everyone to earn his keep, but there was still something missing.

"Hey Hawk." Came a friendly voice from behind. Hawk turned to see a twenty one year old Marine. The marine was rather all American with buzzed brown hair, blue eyes and a fair smile. He was dressed in desert digital camouflage to blend into the wheat fields a bit better if the need arose, though it stood out on base.

"Jackson, what's up?" Hawk asked, refusing to call the marine by his last name. Graves was just too depressing. The marine grinned before pulling out something from behind his back, something that looked an awful lot like a miniature television.

"A present for you, though I guess you should share it if anyone asks." Jackson chuckled. Hawk moved over in confusion, picking up the basketball sized object. While it appeared to be a camping television, it had a neon green hand crank on one side and retractable V shaped metal antennae on the back.

"Is anyone still broadcasting?" Hawk asked, looking at Jackson. The soldier lowered his brows.

"No, I gave you a television that doesn't get anything just to see the look on your face." He said sarcastically, "Just crank it up you dweeb." Jackson chuckled. Hawk pulled out the antennas before he started to move the green crank around and around. The screen fizzled with static a bit before an image started coming in, a helicopter view of a city. Jackson cranked harder and harder, his eyes widening in marvel of the sight, but then the speakers crackled.

"...scene above Detroit is still quite dire, though today we bring word of hope to any survivors able to hear the sound of my voice. Fourteen of the United States safe zones have started production of a cure to end this viral scourge and the information has been relayed to at least fourteen other countries. While details surrounding the dissemination are still classified, it seems that at last there is finally hope on the horizon that this blight will one day be behind us... that our children can step out into the world once more and start rebuilding again, building a better and brighter future... a future free of this epidemic. For survival broadcast, I am Jake Jones." The voice said.

The image returned to footage from the department of transportation, showing the condition of roads around the nation along with a number in the bottom right corner, indicating how safe the roads were estimated to be. After a few more moments the television faded, the power running out from the crank. Hawk looked up at Jackson for a moment before he charged forward, hugging the soldier tightly, burying his face in the man's chest. Jackson patted Hawk's back before holding the teenager to him.

"We're going to get through this, we're going to make it." Jackson said.

"Thank you... for the TV, for hope, for everything." Hawk murmured.

"Consider it an early birthday present." Jackson said. Hawk looked up in surprise.

"Y... You know when my birthday is?" Hawk asked. Jackson nodded.

"They got the database link up this morning, they're compiling a list of the survivors, they want to build a database of blood and tissue types, try and figure out if there's any way to find anyone immune to this, keep it from happening again." Jackson said. Hawk considered for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Give blood or something?" Hawk asked. Jackson chuckled.

"Not yet, it's still in its early stages. For now, maybe just go share the good news about the cure with people, share the hope. We could all use a morale boost." Jackson said. Hawk nodded happily at that before he darted off across the base, moving for where people were filling into the lunch hall. Jackson looked over at the kids playing basketball before he continued along, keeping his eyes on the horizon. He would do whatever it took to protect Thunder Plains from the zombies.