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Feb 2026

By Beefy the Bull

Prelude:

Two months ago the first mainstream news reports of 'RABV-NR-2026' or the 'NR26' Virus started to circulate, some talking heads quickly viewed it as a political tool, saying it was overblown, and was only talked about to "discredit the current administration" and really it was "just a nasty cold". Others were more cautious, and quietly stocked up on supplies. Most didn't believe it, many saying it was probably 'all fake news', 'AI generated slop', or just people making 'click-bait articles about zombies'. Over the next 30 days much changed as confirmed cases of NR26 were popping up around the world. More and more attention was paid and leaders were raising alarms as undeniable videos started to emerge of infected people attacking others in the streets.

As it started to be studied with scientific methods it became clear the virus was an off-shoot of rabies, with N standing for necrosis, due to the rotting or necrotic lesions of the infected, and R for rage, based on the full psychotic-rage that infected people displayed, and 26 for the year it first was detected.

Even then, most didn't think it would spread to here, or affect them, that this was something happening far away in the 'third world'.

But then the first cases in-country started to happen.

Then more and more, with attacks by infected people entering an uncontrolled rage terrifying everyone. Grisly footage of a group of police in riot gear trying and failing to beat and handcuff an infected person made national headlines. A hospital became infected, with raging patients infecting others with their crazy bites and bloody scratches, shear numbers overwhelming hospital security.

Police and swat teams took control the situation, leaked body-cam videos of a swat team 'clearing' a wing of the hospital 'weapons free' was a wake up call for many.

The inept president called it a hoax by the opposition party "to make me look bad", and insisted he wasn't even taking any actions or following any updates about this 'non-issue', but also added it might be a good reason for him to "suspend the upcoming midterm elections..."

The following week was crazy but it seemed the police had gotten control, and set up quarantines in most areas, and curfews just incase. A sense of normal felt just around the corner. The head of the national department of health was on the news every night telling everyone how the quarantines had worked, cases were falling, and there was nothing to worry about! We could forget all about this by tomorrow!

However at the same time, more and more news reports and videos smuggled out of the quarantine zones showed mass graves, extra-judicial and arbitrary killings, and a complete lack of control over the rapidly spreading infection. One memorable video of police in tactical armor, running out of ammo, and running away from their posts in true terror from infected people chasing them.

The administration blocked sharing or spreading that kind of 'dis-information' as unpatriotic and labeled any reporters who referenced it 'domestic terrorists'.

For many it seemed like this was about to become a major court battle about freedom of the press. And wow was it was about to become a major battle alright.

The next morning most awoke to absolute chaos. Overnight the military was deployed to launch air strikes against quarantine zones, and soldiers were garrisoned around cities perimeters to enforce the thousands of new quarantine zones that were set up that morning. The president made a big emergency announcement, and said he had always taken this threat seriously. And thats why he was just now, nearly a month into the crisis labeling NR26 as his top priority! It always was since the first case was reported! Thank you for your attention!

Day zero:

Nicholas the human sat in the break room at the small worn out plastic table and watched the news feed on his phone, a shaky amateur video of fighter jets streaking over head and bombing a major metro. His huge highland bovine co-worker Maxamillion was sitting back on the old couch across the room from him, playing that stupid candy-gem game on his phone. They worked at a small private online reseller, mostly boxing and shipping old stock and cast offs from other suppliers. They weren't doing anything now because orders had been slowing as the economy seemed to grind to a halt with the NR26 pandemic. There was some work to be done, but what was the point? They were both probably going to get furlowed or fired soon anyway.

Nick just about jumped out of his skin when his phone rang in his hand -it was their boss Mr. Herbert!

"Its Mr H!" Nick said and quickly answered the phone. "Yes sir?"

"Nick! You and Max get down to the basement now! I need you to move all the fucking inventory out of the old shelter and make it so we can close the big door again! I'm on my way over now with the wife and a bunch of guns and supplies. And Nick, you take the van and the company credit card, go to the market and buy caned food and water bottles, I don't care about cost, just buy as much stuff as you can fit in the van, stuff that will last a long time and get it back to the shelter! Get to it, now!" He shouted into the phone. Then sounding more distant as he was about to hang up: "-Shit, they bombed this bridge too-" followed by the three tones of the call ending.

Nick looked up at Max, a look of shock as the situation suddenly started to feel very real. "Max, turn that shit off! Did you hear Mr. H?! You get the shelter cleared. I'm taking the van to get supplies."

Max locked his phone and looked up at Nick. "Is he serious? Thats alot of work to move all that old shit."

"Dude, did you not hear Mr H? Or see the news? They started to bomb downtown today!" Nick said frustrated that Max didn't really seem to care.

Max just stood and walked towards the stairs to the basement. "Fine, but buy me a few bags of those chili-honey crisps."

Nick shook his head and jogged to the office and got the keys to the van.

The warehouse was an old two story office building on the edge of town that had been long ago gutted and converted to a warehouse to store the endless racks of boxed junk that Mr. H resold online. There was a third basement level underground that had a large bomb and fallout shelter from back during the first cold war. The huge square steel and concrete blast door was still there, just propped open for years as most of the space down there had been converted for storage. There were stacks of slow selling merchandise in the rooms that were built long ago for rows of bunk beds or storerooms for food and supplies for surviving a nuclear apocalypse.

Max slowly moved a bunch of boxes out of the shelter and crammed them upstairs in the first open space he found on the wear-house floor between the rows of tall shelf racks filled with boxes. To him it was all a bunch of worthless old shit. After he got the most of it he was kinda pissed off, Nick was going out and probably getting fucking lunch and chilling in the van listening to music while Max did all heavy lifting... how fucking convent! Max sat down and took out his phone. He wasn't going to move a muscle until Nick got back to do his fair share. The huge bull held his seemingly tiny phone sideways and started to play his favorite soothing game, his huge thumbs deftly taping the sparkling candies and gems, filling the room with the jingling, swooshing, and other sounds of the game.

When Nick returned he backed the van up to the rollup bay door and started to unload. He had bought cases upon cases of canned food, dry noodles, beans, and water - literally filling the cargo van.

Max was immediately annoyed that Nick wanted him to help unload it. Nick was instantly annoyed as well when he discovered Max had been playing that dumb fucking game again and had hardly anything done.

They unloaded the stuff down into the shelter and stacked it up on the few clear shelves. It was getting late, and Mr H would be there any minute. After a little bickering, they cleared the last of the junk and made sure the big blast door could actually close. Surprisingly once they removed the wooden door stops, it was smooth as butter gliding closed on its hinges like it was weightless. Nick marveled that he could literally push it closed with one finger, even though it easily weighed more then the van.

"Dude! don't leave it closed, Mr H will be pissed when he shows up if its closed." Max said. Nick nodded and reopened the huge door.

When Mr H didn't show up the two figured he must have been delayed, he did say something about a bridge being out. They weren't sure how long it would take for him to arrive so they both played on their phones, Max with his candy game and Nick watching videos and reports about the deepening crisis.

The defense minister was giving a live national address, assuring the nation that: "...we will never use nuclear weapons on our own soil, it is not only completely out of the question, and the idea hasn't even been discussed, it never was, and will not be considered at all! Anyone spreading such false rumors about that is wrong, and is unpatriotic, and a domestic-terrorist! The president suggested to me this morning he might have any such liar shot on sight for treason!"

The news reporters clamored and all talked over themselves until the defense minister pointed to one.

"Minister, the president just twated now on social media that you were fired from your post for being an 'unpatriotic, spineless coward', were you aware of that? And how do you respond to the president?" The reporter asked.

All cameras panned to the former defense minister, one of the presidents favorite cronies- the one who had always defended the president no mater how wrong and indefensible the president's actions were- who was now frozen speechless with mouth agape.

Nick swiped to the next video: the fat old incompetent pig that was unfortunately the president was giving another self-aggrandizing speech. "...and because my IQ is sooo big, -really! They say I'm smarter then all of our generals, or Einstein!- so that means I am the absolute best with strategies you know, so thats why I ordered a large -absolutely massive!- series of small, precise, strategic nuclear strikes on every major city in our country, to help us to better survive the spreading infection, and make recovery faster and easier for us survivors." The fat pig said with zero clue what he was talking about. "Just enough to help give our soldiers on the ground some help. You know, the stock market will be green tomorrow after the strikes, if they are any smart!"

Nick didn't even hear the rest of the pigs stupid words... 'precision strategic nuclear strikes'? Holyshit what!? That made zero sense...

The dementia riddled pig continued rambling to the stunned press: "There has never been such a large nuclear strike before, not even once! I will be the first do do it, to make such a big strike! They said no-one could do it, but I said: oh yah? And they were like: 'no you cant!' But I said, well yes I can, and I will." The pig rambled on, oblivious to reality of what he was talking about.

Nick looked up at Max in horror. "Max, I think we need to close the door."

"What? Mr H is not here yet-" max said absently while playing candy cruncher.

"Max, the president ordered a nuclear strike..."

"But mr H-" max was cut off as both of their phones started shrieking the paging emergency alert tone.

They both looked at their phones, the alert text said:

'Danger: evacuate all urban, suburban, and other population centers in a calm and orderly manner, operation 'cleansing strike' initiated, 1800 hours EST. Tune into emergency frequencies for further updates.'

Max and Nick looked at each other in shock, then both ran for the blast door.

"Whats 1800 EST?" Max asked as they closed the blast door.

"Um, I not sure what the conversion is." Nick said. "I know its in military time, and the Eastern Time Zone."

Max gave nick a deadpan stare as he held up his phone where the AI voice assistant Max had asked now showed it was equivalent to 4pm local time.

"Oh." Nick said.

"Yah, that means we have an hour to get anything from upstairs that we want down here." Max said. "And I've played enough games and seen enough movies to know we have to stay down here for a while after the bombs. We better get anything we want or need now."

Nick swung the door back open and started to think of things they would want or need. Nick was thinking about tools, materials, or things to fix stuff with. The med kit from the break room, the tools from the warehouse, ductape, spare bulbs, cleaning supplies, toilet paper...30 minutes later as nick was bringing his cart of tools and supplies into the bunker, he ran in to Max, who was pushing the couch from the break room, with the TV from the break room, a game station-7, a stack of DVDs and blue-rays, and the coffee pot and a box of stuff from the kitchen, and other random junk stacked on the couch. Nick was annoyed, but also internally acknowledged that those were sort of important too.

"What?" Max said seeing Nicks glare.

"Nothing." Nick said checking the time. "We should close the door."

"One last thing!" Max said running back upstairs.

"Max! Godamn it!" Nick said, they had ten minutes ...supposedly.

Max returned out of breath, holding a cardboard box filled with the contents of the vending machine from the break room.

"Fuck. yah, I guess so." Nick said sighing as he closed the blast door behind them and turned the huge locking levers the pinned it in place.

They both walked deeper in the the shelter, there was a sort of 'radio room' with some desks and chairs, radios, stacks of old binders, and some old school looking metal control panels with dials and small bulbs. There was one small 6" CRT screen and Nick pressed the power button, it flicked to life and showed a black and white view from a CCTV camera just outside the blast door.

"Sweet, we can watch for the boss." Nick said.

"Or zombies." Max snorted.

"I hope not." Nick said feeling uneasy.

"So what about the EMP?" Max asked. "Yah know, when president dumb-dumb nukes us? What then?"

Uh, well I took the car battery from the forklift, and van, and my car. Do we have any flashlights?"

"Yah there was a box full of em down here. Cheap disposable ones, no one will every by that crap." Max said as he stood to go get them.

"We should def get those out..." Nick said. He looked at the time. It was 3:55 pm, Nick felt sick.

He unlocked his phone and opened his regular news feed.

There was a live stream from a news source he trusted. He tapped it, and watched the news team analyzing the possible strike locations, and discussing the real time turmoil of the collapsing regime, and the ticker was trying to give people survival tips for fallout.

Nick felt so distant from his own body in that moment, this couldn't be real.

Max returning with a box full of old flashlights and shining one on him snapped him out of it.

The reporter talking over images of chaos as people tried to flee the cites suddenly cut to a remote field in the north. "Breaking, live with Brett-Barkeer who is outside the Bindiee Airforce base-"

"- w-we- we can hear them, and s-see them rising out of the silos, my god! there are hundreds of them!" The disheveled canine field reporter said as the camera panned over to show a bright flash and a deep roar as a cloud of smoke in the distance billowed, and a missile rose up in to the sky. Then another, and another, and another, there were so many billowing trails of smoke as the huge missiles rose from their silos and headed away to the sky.

"Fuck, that dumb mother fucker finally did it, he fucking killed us all." Max said quietly hunched, watching the phone's screen over Nick's shoulder.

Nick was frozen in disbelief.

The reporter from downtown cut in, split screen as videos of the launches continued on in the background.

"-I'm being told that eye witnesses from several air bases, as well as military personnel have confirmed that- That there is a massive strategic nuclear strike ordered on every major city in our country. The first impact is expected in less then... five minutes. I..." the announcer paused gather himself he seamed choked up for a moment. "...On behalf of our profession, and...and all the dedicated news staff that stayed behind to keep you informed, I thank you all for letting us serve you. It was our honor."

A terrified staffer ran over with a sheet of paper handing it to the reporter.

The reporter read it with a shakey hand and in a shaky voice: "-Update- Flashes and... mushroom clouds... are being reported but unverified around... lets see, Los-Santos, Torpland, Del-ilaphia, Sobton, and New-Amsterdam. " He read, all color draining from his face.

Tens of millions had just been killed in the first impacts, and it was about to get worse.

"I... um." He seemed lost for a moment, staring blankly down at the desk. before looking up into the camera and taking a deep breath.

"Regardless of your faith, I ask all of you who wish to, or need to, please join me in prayer." He said as nobly as he could, tears in his eyes.

holding his hands open facing up, and looking to the heavens he started:

"Merciful god, we seek your-" the screen flashed white, froze on the white screen, and started a spinning wheel that said 'buffering' before it finally dropped to a black screen with 'something went wrong' error message popped up, suggesting they should try refreshing the app.

Nick and Max could see both of their faces in the black screen.

"Holy fuck." Max said slowly.

Nick was speechless.

The power suddenly when out. They both turned on a flash light.

"Shit, is that the EMP?" Max said in a quiet whisper.

"Probably." Nick also whispered. "Or the power-plant is gone."

"We need power." Max said quietly.

"We should see if the old generator works." Nick whispered.

"Ok, but why are we whispering?" Max asked

"I don't know! I was because you were." Nick said a bit louder, but still whispering.

"I'm sure you were the one who started the whispering." Max said.

Nick sighed.

Day one:

Heading over to the old generator room, and unlatching the thick steel door, the smaller room had two old diesel generators sitting in the inky darkness, pierced only by the crappy disposable flashlight's pathetic and weak beam. Nick was competent with tools and had done some automotive repair, but wasn't feeling confident now. They both looked around and spotted a control panel on the side of the generator. There were different controls but some of the wording was worn off with time and a bit of corrosion.

"I'm not sure how to start it, most of the words are missing." Nick said looking at the panel. There was a spring loaded turn nob with '____' '_un' 'off'

"We should look at the other generator, it might be more legible." Max said, surprising Nick, he wasn't sure Max knew such a big word- and it was a good idea!

They both walked to the same panel on the other generator and it said: 'star_', 'run', and '_ff'.

"Does it matter which one we start first?" Nick asked.

"Probably not, they probably both go to the switch panel." Max said confidently.

Nick reached up and turned the switch to the start position, but nothing happened.

"Batteries dead no doubt." Max suggested.

"Good thing I brought the car batteries." Nick felt a bit vindicated.

"Then go get one." Max said as he continued to look around the generator room.

Nick headed back to the spot he left the different car batteries, he grabbed the one he took from the van, because he knew it was good. When he lugged the battery back to the generator room Max had the generator's side cover open, and the old dead battery out already. Max took the battery from Nick and put it in place, attaching the terminals.

Nick looked surprised that Max knew what he was doing.

"I fixed motors and power equipment in high school." Max said as he tightened the battery terminals. "Fingers crossed." He said as he turned the engine control to start.

A loud struggling electro-mechanical chugging sound came from the generator as it tried to turn over through a few rotations before max stopped.

"God knows when it was last serviced." Max stopped cranking and started to check the generator again. "I might have to bleed the fuel system, and maybe bypass the old filter." Max said looking closely to the fuel lines.

Max tinkered with the generator for a while, and hand oiled the long sitting valves, and other then trips to the main room to scrounge for oil or look for tools, they worked on the generator in the eerie dark and quiet of the bunker.

"Ok, hope this works because I'm out of ideas." Max said as he reached for the knob, and turned it to 'start'...

It turned chugged and spun with a loud clattering.

Max gave the starter and battery a break for a minute, then tried again.

Then it chugged and turned - but punctuated with a single cough of combustion.

Max released the start knob and let the engine rest a minute with a big smile on his face, this might actually work!

He cranked it again and with a few more sputters, then the generator started to fire and cycle on its own, slowly, roughly, and noisily at first.

"Fuck yah!" The bull said slapping Nick on the back almost knocking him over.

After a minute the clattering reduced some as the oil flowed and the long idle diesel worked itself up to temperature.

"Ok, but how do we switch to generator power?" Nick asked.

"Fuck if I know." Max replied. Still just happy with getting the generator to run. "I'm going to check the air inlet and make sure its not burning through the air in the bunker."

Nick nodded, and decided to figure out the power situation. He looked at the cables going from the generator to a steel conduit that went through the wall. Following it, he walked around to the next room and large old gray electrical panels filled the room.

One had a diagram, and though he couldn't understand most of it, there was one that had a knob for 'city power' and 'Generator'. Nick flipped it to 'generator' and there was suddenly an electrical humming sound in the room and a small light next to the word generator was green, and a red one next to 'city power'. He looked around more but wasn't sure until he found a breaker panel. The breakers were almost all tripped, so he flipped one labeled 'lights 1-d' on. Old bulbs in the hallways all flicked on.

"Yes!" It felt like such a big win to get lights on. He was about to flick on more breakers, but he realized that might overwhelm the single generator... "Max! whats the generators output? How many watts? Or kilowatts?" He shouted heading back to the bull in the generator room.

"Shit, I don't know. But I think its drawing air from outside and exhausting it outside. So we won't suffocate in here." Max said as they both went over to the generator, there was a metal rating plaque on side of the cover.

It listed '10Kwh'

"So what does that really mean even?" Max asked.

"Um, not sure yet, we just have to be carful to not overload the generator." Nick said. "There are power draws listed in the electrical room, so maybe we can figure out the math."

"You can figure that out, I want to see if we can get a cell signal or radio or something." Max said looking pensively back to the command room.

"Ok, just let me figure out what breaker powers that." Nick said as they walked back next door to the electrical room and searched the breaker panel. They were not all helpfully labeled, but once Nick spotted the binder with the electrical schematics, he was able to figure it out. He flipped a few breakers and turned on all the overhead lights for the shelter and a few labeled as equipment and radio for the 'radio room'. Thank fully the shelter was in good over all shape, it was mostly maintained as a store room, just not as a shelter. So lights, electrical, hvac, plumbing, and such all were in mostly in good order. Only the off-grid survival stuff was neglected.

Max and Nick headed back to the radio room, and it seemed normal now with the lights back on. Even the small cctv screen showed the outside of the blast door. It looked normal in the basement on the other side, just a bit dark. they weren't sure what to think of that.

It didn't take long to get an old TV on, but there was just static. Nick wasn't sure if that was because there were no signals or that the antenna on top of the building was gone. The radio was more lively, there was still a FM transmission, it was not the clearest, and it was a useless looped recording of the current administration's highly unqualified campaign donor who had been appointed to the head of the 'Administration and Management of Emergencys of the Federal-government' or 'AMEF', giving a shaky announcement of "critically important information for all survivors. I present to you the great president of our nation!"

The presidential anthem played, then the imbecile president's last deluded and rambling speech announcing the great successes of the nuclear strike played, and then ended with the national anthem. Then a click, a beep, two tones, and it started all over again. They quickly turned that unless garbage off.

There was however a broadcast recording on an AM channel, reportedly a former 'AMEF' employee from the prior administration, who actually knew what to do (so he had been sacked by the current administration immediately). Thankfully, the former federal worker was dedicate to his people and his country, so he was still focused on his former job and knew the current government was incapable of handling a baked potato, much less an emergency, so he had quickly set up his own emergency broadcast recording to actually help people. "- so stay out of the downwind areas, and clean any dust or ash off you immediately. Any survivors can tune into the CB Radio bands for updates on fallout every day at 8am Central, and noon central, and 9pm central. God bless you, and God Damn that fat fucking pig to hell! This recording will repeat."

That was a ways off, so they waited.

They spent the early hours of the morning looking around the bunker. Nick found there were old spiral binders and manuals from the shelters days as a civil defense shelter, thankfully all were pushed off to one corner in an old box. All were vintage from the first cold war, with things like operations for the bunkers systems and equipment, booklets on decontamination, fallout patterns, and such. Nick half-heartedly read some of them trying to keep himself occupied. Max was playing that fucking candy game again... it was getting on his nerves, but he stuffed it down.

At 2am they were both emotional and physically exhausted and went to sleep. The bull had moved the couch to the radio room, and was content to lay back on that. Nick investigated one of the old living quarters. As larger open rooms they had once held racks of bunk beds, but those had been pushed off to the side and used to store bulky items. He got one cleared and found a stack of old military surplus looking mattresses on a bed in the back corner. The cleanest of those he made up to sleep on. Now if he just had a blanket... Nick headed back to the radio room to see what if there was something suitable in one of the boxes there, and when he walked in, Max had his pants and boxers around his knees and was jerking off to a video on his phone. Max didn't seem to notice Nick, so Nick just backed out and left, he could look in a different room for now.

Day two:

Nick woke up from his uneasy sleep, his dreams were forgotten other then vague recollections of cold, fear, and darkness. But as he remembered where he was he realized his dreams were accurate, it was kinda cold down here, and it was dark with the lights off. And yep, he was still afraid.

Nick went over to the radio room and found Max apparently just now awake too, as he groggily cracked a energy drink can and took a sip.

"Morning." Nick mumbled.

"Hmm. Mornin." Max replied in a slow and grumpy way.

"What time is it? Whens the next broadcast?" Nick asked, wondering where the coffee machine had been put.

"We missed the first one, it was at 8am, its almost ten now." Max rumbled and took another sip.

"So noon is next." Nick said with a yawn.

"Yah." Came a grumbling response.

The shelter didn't hive any sense of time or day/night cycle, and it was kinda messing with their sleep cycles already.

When noon hit they listened to the radio frequency proscribed in the broadcast. It was a repeater link of a broadcasts from several university fallout shelters, a few remaining government facilities and random reports from different survivors.

"-areas listed below are at moderate risk based on meteorologic data and known detonations: Grandford county, the north half of Tipton county, and the southern half of Trabold county. Moving west, we have reports that four airbursts hit the metro area of Granville, population 3 million. Estimates are that the fallout from that strike is mostly hading north east across northern breton county. Areas of moderate risk are of fallout would be all of Breton county, the southeast of Vicker county, and central Dyer county. Moving north: mushroom clouds were reported near downtown Middleton, with..."

the broadcast continued...on and on, with every major city and metro area was gone. Radioactive fallout was spreading across most of the country. No region was spared the invisible poison. Hundreds of millions of people were dead from the strike, all at our own hand.

After a while Max just turned it off, he seemed agitated and Nick just let him be.

They did hear that they were close to an area with heavy fallout, but the areas listed were rather broad and not very specific. Unfortunately for them, the government agency that handled radiation tracking and similar emergencies such as this had been gutted on the first day of the current pig's administration. The 1.3 million dollar annual budget was deemed 'excessive' and the department was too 'woke'. The department head was deemed a 'DEI' hire, and he and almost everyone that worked for the department was fired and replaced with the president's nephew, (a 30 year old man-child and trust-fund kid who's qualifications were keg stands and crypto scams), and he hired a bunch of his clinger-on college drinking buddies. The budget was increased to only 2 million dollars a year, and was used to buy expensive shrimp dinners and fund a massive and illegal crypto pump and dump scheme with taxpayer money. If it weren't for the nuclear strike it might not really matter, but...well... here we are.

Nick was finally realizing the boss wasn't coming. He was probably vaporized in a nuclear blast. And likely so was Nicks family... and Maxes, and...well everyone they knew. The literal apocalypse had come to pass.

Everyone he knew was dead.

The mood was dour. Max was just playing video games on the console, and ignoring it all. Nick cried and raged in his 'room' for a while. After a bit he wandered around the bunker listless, knowing there was much to do, but he had no drive to do it.

Day three:

Waking up the next day somewhat refreshed, Nick started the hard work. Probably mostly as a distraction from reality and to stay busy, lest his quiet time allow him the time to really think about the disaster the had unfolded.

He started an inventory of supplies, and tried to estimate what they might use in a day. Some things were easy, fuel burn, water use, and such. Others were more subjective like food or supply use. There was what they wanted to eat, and what they should. Well, what they did eat and what they should eat. Already Nick was stressing the food stores. Would they last?

Max was lost deep in his dumb video games, or rewatching old downloaded memes and and shows on blue-rays. It was annoying Nick at how unserious Max was taking this all! Max was equally annoyed at how high strung Nick was being, acting like a bitch about every watt, every calorie, and every hour. Max snorted and tried to ignore the very bitchy demeanor Nick had. They best enjoy the luxuries while they had them.

Nick was worried that supplies would run out, and pointed out every wasteful act. It came to a head later that afternoon.

"Can you take it easy on the lotion? Were almost out." Nick chided Max, subtly accusing him of using too much (for his jerk-off sessions).

"Ok, really? Fuck. FUCK!" Max slammed his hands on the table. "What the FUCK does it matter?!" Max stood up and shouted back, his deep voice echoing the bunker as he finally snapped.

"We're ...a-almost out, we need to... make it last." Nick said shakily trying to stay calm. Max had always been so mellow, so relaxed and easy going. This was not that Max.

"Make it last!? Why!?" Max stood looming over Nick "-There will NEVER be more! There is no FUCKING lotion factory anymore! They won't fucking restock the shelf! its -all- fucking gone!" Max shouted angrily. Trying to calm himself at the end of his outburst.

"Dude, just calm down, you-" Nick was cut off.

"Calm down? The Fuck-head president nuked us! How the fuck am I supposed to be calm?!" Max shouted...when a huge bovine shouts, it gets your full attention.

"Bro, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" Nick tried to back-peddle.

"No, you did, you fucking -love- to blame everyone else like some sort of bitch!" Max raged.

"Hey, I'm sorry, its just stress-" Nick started.

"Stress?! Fucking stress?! My fucking rut blockers ran out three days ago, so don't fucking tell me about stress!" The bovine pointed at Nick's face.

Nicks eyes went wide.

Maxe's rut blocking meds ran out three days ago?! Shit, he might loose his grip? Only god knows what exactly happens... usually the court cases for situations like that are redacted or sealed records. Nick got quiet.

"Yah, I bet you shut your fucking hole." Max shouted angrily, then took a few deep breaths and calmed down some. "So don't give me any shit about using too much f'n lotion." The bull said, and then returned to his candy-jem game, trying to sooth himself.

Nick realized there was another much bigger problem brewing other then just a shortage of supplies now.

Day four:

Nick was a lot gentler around Max, knowing he was a walking hormonal bomb, ready to explode. Most bovines and other rutting race's males would take hormone blockers or hormone reducers, trying to ease the hyper aggressive rut hormones. Nick had always known Max as calm, chill and non-aggressive. He was like, a super chill bro, not a angry jock. But that had been Max on rut blockers, curbing his aggression and hormones so he could 'function' in a 'polite society'. Now as they faded from his system the hormones and aggression of an adolescent bull were starting to manifest rather suddenly. Nick was afraid of setting Max off, the idea of fighting with Max was, well... very unappealing.

In calmer moments Max and Nick agreed that They should both work out with the gym equipment that was still in the shelter, and Max should make sure to jerk-off at least two or three times a day. Anything to help the hormonal young bull from getting too aggressive.

It was noticeable that Max was no longer his normal mellow self, but way more tense and aggressive. Sexual remarks and jokes flowed. Now Max and Nick always had dirty humor before, but this was different. Now it was aggressive, targeting someone, and more often- Nick.

Before Max might have occasionally joked about a character in an anime looking like 'a bitch' or 'being sexy'. Now he joked crudely about characters 'needing to be fucked' or 'begging to get raped'. It was a different level of aggression and sexuality that made Nick uneasy. Nick told himself he wasn't looking, but it was hard to not notice Max had a boner about 50% of the time. The casual gym shorts he always wore didn't hide it very well.

Breaking the tensions some, the radio broadcasts they listened to were maximally depressing. Reports of vaporized cities, or army units that had been successfully holding back swarms of infected, but had then been destroyed in the nuclear strikes from their own government. Many surviving soldiers reported that in the days before the strikes they had successfully made containment on several major cities, and only needed real leadership and ammo, before without warning president-dumbass dropped the bombs on their own forces instead. That they had been devastated by the warningless nuclear strikes, and so were then overrun (by now irradiated) infected that seriously outnumbered the surviving, disorganized, and scattered defenders by a massive margins.

More interestingly, Several reports popped up that the president was dead. The overweight 80-something year old smothered in his sleep with a 'me-pillow' by one of his jealous and drug-addled cronies, causing a sort of mini 'succession civil-war' inside the opulent presidential bunker, as every deluded clinger-on declared their own 'presidency' and then fought to the death over it. Apparently an infection broke out inside, ironically the minister of health was the one who carried the infection in, as he insisted on using the bizarre chemicals from a household floor cleaner that he promoted as 'the cure' in the days before the world fell apart. Hilariously, even though a vaccine was created that could prevent the infection, he didn't believe in vaccines, so they were ignored anspd banned, and instead he actually died from mainlining a mix of pine-scented floor cleaner and a med used for treating horse STDs. Almost all in the presidential bunker were shortly there after turned to infected in a well deserved irony. Apparently now the presidents bloated and overweight corpse was wandering the darkened tunnels as a lifeless and still soulless zombie.

And there was much rejoicing.

But that good news was only a distraction from the plethora of problems they faced right now. The lack of food, fuel, and the building hormone levels made the otherwise quiet bunker feel oppressive.

Day five:

Nick was starting to be able to smell Max. Not to say they were unclean, the bunker had its own deep well, and long hot showers were had by both regularly. Anything to ease tensions and stress. Max was showering often, soaking in hot water, and as Nick accidentally discovered on one occasion, stroking off furiously. After that Nick mostly tried to stay clear from Max when he randomly went into the showers by himself. Thankfully there were two bathrooms, it was quickly figured out one was supposed to be the men's and one the womans bathroom.

The smell Nick was catching was that of a young bull in rut. Balls. Sweat. Musk. Max smelled like a virile young bull in peak hormonal rut.

Nick could smell max as he approached, not in an unclean way, just in a sexual musk way. He kept that to himself though, he wasn't about to criticize max.

Every now and then things felt normal. Max shared some stupid meme video compilation that they could both quote from memory.

But every now and then, there might be a edge to it...a sexual edge that made Nick nervous.

They had always joked about the weight or sluty-ness of each others mothers as long as they knew each other. That was normal.

What wasn't was the always crude and sexual jokes started turning towards Nick. Instead of mocking Nick for acting like his mother by bending over, Max mocked Nick having reached down to pick something up "flagging his ass like a bitch in heat."

Nick felt uneasy, normally it was good natured back-and-forth ribbing, now it was way more sexual, more targeted. Nick didn't want to upset the already agitated and hormonal bull with his clever and cutting comebacks... so he stayed quiet.

Day six:

Max and Nick had settled in to a sort of routine. Get up, shower off, Nick would leave, Max would jerk off in the shower, and then both would have breakfast and listen to the morning radio update. Then they would hit their morning workout on the machines, killing time before showering, then havering lunch and catching the midday radio update at 12:00.

The corner of the bunker with some second hand exercise equipment was the 'gym' that consisted of a older cycle machine, a weight bench, and a 'boo-flex-5000' machine. They would stretch, then take turns spotting each other on weights, and just generally get some exercise. It really helped, as the small space of the shelter meant you couldn't walk around very far, and sitting around with nothing but nerves and energy wasn't great.

So after the morning work out they hit the showers, both were soaking in sweat from the extensive exercise. Max stank like extra strength musk after working out. Thankfully the soap they had was strong 'fresh' scented body wash, and it seemed to wash off the musk for a few hours.

They both hit the showers and Nick was thankful the showers were divided into three separate stalls. It was private in that sense, but they could still talk to each other over the wall.

"Hey, uh... Nick." Max said.

"What?" Nick replied, waiting for a dumb joke.

"So, uh, well... no homo but... would you suck me off?" Max asked nervously.

Nicks blood ran cold. The fuck? Max had just asked him to suck him off?

"Dude?!" Nick said suddenly. "I'm not gay!"

"I know, I know, I just...had to ask... look I know you jerked it with Brad that one time."

"Dude! that was like high-school, we were like...experimenting and shit!" Nick said, red from embarrassment, and wondering how the bull knew? "-Who told you that?" Nick said mad but mostly embarrassed.

"Yah, I know. no homo, but me too. So like... well one time brad played truth or dare with me, Mike, and Dan." Max confessed.

Fuck. Did Mike and Dan both also know that Brad and Nick had jerked off together while watching porn that one time? Were Mike and Dan still alive? Fuck...that hit hard.

"Look.. forget about it. But if you ever want to... shit never-mind." Max said uncomfortably. But then in a tacked-on sort of manner added: "I'm not in to guys - Unlike you - jerking off with Brad." Max used his trash-talking humor to try and defuse the situation.

Nick just stayed quiet.

Max turned off the water and left.

The rest of the day was awkward. They mostly ignored each-other, and all interactions were generally hollow, usually leading with obvious and factual statements.

That afternoon Nick was in the shower before bed. Max always (the last few days anyway) waited for Nick to leave the shower in the afternoon before entering.

This afternoon he entered and took the shower stall right next to Nick.

"Hey, so... Look I want to apologize." Max said quietly.

Nick stayed quiet. He was about to say something like 'forget about it' but the bull continued first.

"So, the other day, while you were sleeping I cruised your phone for porn."

"What? The fuck!" Nick shouted outraged.

"I found your folder." The bull said quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Nick bluffed as he blushed. There was no way, his phone was password protected.

"I saw the kinky shit in there."

"Your full of it." Nick replied shakily.

"I know." The words hit heavy.

"I have a password, dude." Nick said quietly trying to refute.

"I know, I watched you type it in." The bull said calmly.

"The hell!" Nick tensed up angrily.

"Thats what I said when I opened that folder." It was delivered quietly with a big smile.

Nick was quiet. The folder he was talking about was porn from the deepest darkest kink he had ever some how gotten into. It was ...of guys crossdressing and letting guys to have anal sex with them.

Nicks mind turned slowly, and his heart was beating fast, what should he say, what should he do?

"And I know you like brunets with b cups cause everything in your main porn folder is that, and its like a gig in size. But your secret folder of guys taking in the ass from bigger muscular guys is like 5 gigs."

Nick was feeling like he might be having a heart attack or something. He felt like his body was made from jello and melting in to the floor. If it was't he wished it would.

"So knowing that you jerk it to getting in the ass from well endowed guys made me think you might be ok with it." the bull said sounding casual, but actually fishing for a response. For anything that might indicate a willingness or weakness.

"No, thats. No." It was a whisper from Nick. He didn't have a coherent response. The bull saw his most private, secret kink. Fuck.

"You know, you could help me out, and like... you can just pretend i'm one of those guys." Max was trying every angle.

Nick was horrified, and grabbing his towel he fled to his bed rack in humiliation.

Day seven:

Nick and Max didn't talk much the next day. Nick was sulking, and Max was annoyed and mainly very horny. An issue with the generator made them both forget the sore-point and work together for a bit, but once the urgency of that situation was over, the resumed avoiding each other as much as you can in such an enclosed space.

Max was in full rut, making him agitated, aggressive, and horny. While working out nude and solo, Max built himself up in to a hormonal rage. He needed a hole to breed. So far his attempts at making miffies were lack luster. What he really wanted, no, -what he really deserved!- was a bitch to breed. Unfortunately the only other person down here was Nick. Now, Nick...Nick was acting like a bitch...wait, maybe... his horny gears were turning as he angrily lifted weights.

After a work out, Max was going to shower, but he stoped, and instead headed over to Nick's room.

Nick wasn't there, but as he left he saw Nick head into the ladies bathroom. Well damn if that wasn't a sign!

Listening from the open archway, he heard the sound of Nick starting a shower. Excited and rock hard he walked into the ladies locker room/ bathroom, right over to the small shower stalls, and pulled the plastic curtain aside.

Nick had decided to shower off, but concerned about crossing paths with Max, he instead used the 'ladies' bathroom. It was exactly the same, and next to the mens, just with a different sign next to the door. Nick was just lathering up when suddenly the curtain was pulled back, and Max stood there naked, with a wild look an a huge boner.

"Max! what-" Nick stated.

"Hey girl!" Max replied as he stepped in the tiny shower stall, tugging the curtain shut and eyeing Nick.

"Dude, get out!" Nick said stepping back, trying to avoid the jutting bull rod.

"Shush, turn around babe." Max said in a sultry tone as he pushed Nick's shoulder, spinning him to face the white tile wall.

"Max!" Nick choked

Max was quiet, Pumping the soap dispenser once then lathering Nick's ass as his other hand pressed Nick to the wall. "Shh babe, I'm gonna take care of you." He said following some corny porno lines he had running in his mental fantasy.

Nick was afraid, and resisted, shouting, but he was a twig compared to the bull.

Nicks shouts and resistance were suddenly crushed and replaced with a sharp cry and his body arching as the tapered bovine tip caught his ring and forced in.

The next minute and a half was very different for each person.

Max was thrusting, eyes closed, living in a hormonal rut fantasy of a hot chick he used to fap to in school.

Nick was in pain and fear, trying to survive the assault, his ass forced open for a huge cock. His only saving grace was that he did on occasion watch kinky gay porn and use a dildo on his ass while he jerked off. While he was a virgin, he had used toys. But that was nothing compared to the powerfuck he was getting from a young rutting bull.

When the stud lost his load in Nicks ass, Nick was already shooting his against the tile wall. Both collapsed against the wall, and Max slid out of Nick slowly. Still pressed together though, they caught their breaths.

"So, um, sorry." Max said with alot of embarrassed post-nut clarity as he stepped back from Nick.

Nick had the same clarity, but he was quiet with shame and humiliation, still pressed against the wall, unwilling to move for fear of his chubbed cock or the cum shot on the wall being exposed.

"You...fucking...asshole." Nick panted weakly, his voice strained.

"Nick, I...I'm sorry!" Max said stepping away as he realized what he had done. He had... raped Nick.

Max ran out of the locker room in a panic, naked and wet. He regrouped at the couch he called a bed, dried off with a towel laying on the couch and dressed quickly. Even Max could smell his musk now, the towel and his clothes stank of horny bull. He started to calm down and think more rationally. He had been in a full hormonal rut, and he fucked Nick in the ass. Nick was probably angry and scared, but Nick could have an injury from having his ass used so roughly. Max knew bovines needed to be careful and go slow with human bodies when putting big things in small places.

Max returned to the girls locker room and knocked as he entered. Nick was still in the shower, and the water was still running.

"Um, hey, Nick, I wanted to make sure you were ok." Max said embarrassed by what he had done.

There was only a sniffle from the shower, and splashing of Nick washing.

"Nick, I uh, we should check your ass, and make sure your not injured." Max said as seriously as he could. Even he couldn't believe he was being so mature.

"Go away!" Nick said, clearly crying.

"Look, I'm sorry, But you need to tell me if theres any blood." Max said annoyed some.

"No."

"No, as in 'no theres no' blood?' Or no as in 'your not telling me?'" Max asked.

"Leave me alone." Nick said in a pathetic sounding angry pout.

Max sighed, now he was the one who had to be the adult.

"I'm coming in to check on you." Max stated as he entered the shower stall, pulling back the curtain.

Nick tried to punch him, still naked, wet, and crying.

"Nick stop." Max said calmly.

Nick didn't, Nick screamed at him and tried to kick and hit him.

Max got annoyed, his hormone levels were still way elevated, and he lost his cool. "Stop being a bitch!" Max slapped Nick across the face, and Nick fell back to the ground in tears, clutching his red cheek.

"Look, just turn around and let me check for tears." Max held out his hand.

Nick with a quivering lip took his hand, and was helped to his feet. Max pointed to the wall, the same shower wall where 15 minutes ago Max had raped him.

"Max..." Nick started to plead.

"No, turn around." Max said pointing to the wall.

Nick did, and with his body shaking he leaned forward and placed his hands against the wall.

Max crouched down, and spread Nick's cheeks, and looked at the red puffy anal ring. With a sigh, he used his thumbs to pull the star open some, tugging at the ring to see inside for blood or tears.

Surprisingly he saw none, and released Nick's ass, and stood.

"Do you...well... use dildos?" Max asked embarrassed. "Like big ones?"

After a moment of breathing the whispered reply was really quiet. "Yes."

"Hmm, well that may have saved you from serious injury." Max said "Sorry dude." Then he turned around and left.

Max though about it a lot that night.

Nick had been using big dildos on his own ass, therefore he liked anal, therefore Max didn't hurt him -other then Nicks pride. Also Nick was literally fine after a full rut in the ass... therefore Nick had been holding out on him all this time.

Max even masturbated to the thoughts about how Nick could help him moving forward.