TG Pandemic: Apocalypse [First draft work in progress]#2

Chicago

Year: 2025

Everything lay in ruins. Derelict skyscrapers and buildings stared at a car driving through a maze of dusty vehicles with punctured wheels. Echoes of moans reveling in ecstasy traveled through the walls of those buildings. Pat Burk hummed his favorite song while he wrenched the steering wheel.

Pat Burk was a man in his late 20s, with fair skin, auburn hair with blonde streaks in the ends, and green eyes. He was not the athletic type. But he had lost a few pounds of fats, replaced by muscles in the last sixty days.

The car moved in zig-zags through the graveyard of its dead comrades with sudden twists and turns. The wind brought a waft of bodily fluids into the car, making him gag in disgust. “Ugh.” He raised the window and sprayed his deodorant all around.

Pat was busy with the bottle when his eyes darted at the store door to the right open with a ding. “Oh shit!” Three naked women rushed out and threw themselves at the approaching car. Pat steered left and dodged two of them. The third pounced from the front. Her gigantic curves dented the hood and cracked the windshield. Pat’s whole body jerked forward from the powerful impact. His hands on the wheel barely saved him from having a concussion. The car rattled, and after a few hundred meters of wobbling around, the tires stopped rolling.

“Fuck!” Five more smashed out of the first floor of a building on the other side of the street, landing with their bare feet and knees. Pat looked at them with his mouth agape as he noticed the scratch on their knees vanish in a few seconds. “Oh my, What do we have in here?” the tallest of them said. Their lithe curves jiggled with each step as they got closer to the car.

Pat turned the keys. The engine rumbled and roared. He slammed his legs onto the accelerator, and the wheels began to roll once again. The women screamed in unison. “Catch him!” the tall one in the front declared. Their feet pounded against the ground as they ran at lightning speed, jumping off from poles and balconies, drawn to their escaping prey. Pat glanced at the rear-view mirror, and his eyes widened, looking at them getting closer.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks as he pressed down on the fifth gear. With his eyes glued to the road ahead, Pat made his way out of the maze of crashed vehicles and fled the terrifying territory. The army of seductive beasts stopped their manhunt and returned as they saw their prey leave the city.

Out of the concrete jungle, Pat took a sigh of relief. “That was close.” The sun was below the horizon, yet there were remnants of diffused light illuminating the sky. Pat turned on the headlights as he crossed the outskirts and took a turn at the dirt road ahead.

Soon, darkness loomed everywhere, except for the projected light in front of the car. The woods buzzed with the chirping of the insects. The car glided through with the humming whispers of the engine and the crumbling twigs beneath its wheels. Pat’s squinted eyes watched out for the nightly creatures with a hand on the butt of his rifle. His grip tightened every time he heard a low growl echoing in the forest.

Pat’s vision jumped left and right from time to time until he reached a wooden cabin. The shabby old-looking shelter looked the least welcoming, but it was the only safe place as far as he knew.

He picked up the two bags of ration he had collected from the abandoned supermarkets with one hand and the gun in the other as he walked out of his car. The moment he stepped on the wooden porch, loud creaks tore through the buzzing silence in his ears.

Pat put the bags down and worked on the chain fastened to the door handle. It clinked as he unfolded it and dropped it onto the wooden floor. He pulled himself in with the goods. “Huh.” He let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the mattress lying on the floor. The world revolved around his eyes while he noticed the stabbing pain on the side of his stomach. Everything went out of focus, followed by a dark film engulfing his vision.

“Pat!” a girl screamed, with her hands trying to reach for him. “Violet! NO!” A horde of gasping brainless bimbos dragged her into the chaos on the streets.

“Wha-!” Pat jerked out of his slumber with bleared eyes. Rays of sunlight glared at his face. “Agh!” he winced from the pain in his side. He craned his head and saw the small piece of metal shrapnel sticking out of his abdomen. Flashes of the maniacal leer through the cracked windshield shot in front of his eyes. Pat climbed onto his feet and staggered up to his medical kit.

She talked. Never seen an infected talk before. They were monstrous in size! How?! Can’t stay alone forever. I’ll go crazy! Couldn’t save Violet. Not reliable. No, I need to. I need to move.

Pat pulled the knot of the stitch tight and put on a white shirt that wasn’t stained with blood. He freshened up and packed all his stuff, ready to travel. His face lit with hope crumpled when the battered automobile managed to cough up a few rattles before resting in peace. Black smoke escaped from the rim of the bonnet. “Ah, shit,” he whispered. Pat shook his head in frustration. After standing alone with his thoughts for a while, he picked up a bag and the rifle. His leather boots crunched the leaves on the ground as they walked away, never to return.

Pat spent the next three hours trotting west through the woods in the opposite direction of the city. His water bottle was empty in the holder on the side of the bag. The sun blazed over him now, but the tall pine and oak trees gave him some relief. “Oh! Roads!” Pat celebrated the short victory he had.

He walked in the same direction as before for a few more miles until he came across a gas station. There was a small store with the lights flickering inside. A Toyota stood by the gas pump with open doors. “This is my only chance,” he murmured. He looked around, approaching the store. He wiped off the glass window and peeked in.

Not even a soul. Racks of food and bottled water sat there, collecting dust. Pat walked inside. His feet trampled the newspapers spread all over the floor. His eyes fell upon the cum stains on the walls and the desk. The putrid scent of bodily fluids made him choke in his own breath. Pat rushed at the shelves and scrambled in as much water and food as possible at the far end of the store.

As he turned around to leave, he saw a busty woman with limbs as thin as a rake standing at the entrance. Her dozy sunken eyes stared into his soul while drools dripped onto her drooping breasts. Pat grabbed the barrel of his rifle and pulled it out of his bag, aiming it at her. His heart pumped in his chest while his hands trembled. Her throat gurgled as she lunged towards him.

Pat clasped his bag sitting on the floor and ran to the other side of the racks. The nasty naked woman followed his scent while he galloped for the door that was wide open, free from obstacles. His heart skipped a beat when he felt something pulling him back. He looked back and saw the zip of his bag undone and a cock-hungry corpse staggering towards him.

“Oh, C’mon!” He squinched his face looking at the trail of food packets and diet coke cans that he had gathered. He dashed towards the Toyota, but a few yards away, a hummer stood with a man out on the sunroof with a fixed gaze at him. He wore a black leather outfit with gloves and sunglasses. He had a sniper aimed towards Pat.

“I’m not infected!” he screamed. Two more nude women popped out of the woods nearby, chasing the scream. A bullet blasted out and whizzed past Pat, bursting through the skull of the woman behind him. “Get in!” the man on the hummer commanded. He descended back into the driver’s seat and opened the back door. Pat jumped into the vehicle and shut the door behind him. The hummer rode away, leaving behind a trail of dust and smoke for the moaning couple darting towards it.

(More story to be added soon)