Pursuing a Blueberry rough draft

Pursuing a Blueberry.

              “You know what you have to do right Jen?”

              “Retrieve the blueberry we found and Mandy.”  Jen shook her head.  “It’s a shame Mandy subcomed to the virus but at least she will now be used to help us find a cure.  I knew we shouldn’t have sent her in there without a hasmat suit.”

              Vector put the suit helmet onto her head.  “Well we didn’t have enough suits to go around.  Now get out there and get those blueberries back before they find their way into the quarintee zone where we wont’ be able to get them.  Or worse they go into a populated area and spread the blueberry virus even futher.”  He shook his head.  “Every second counts Jen so get your ass in gear.”

              She looked at her outfit. “Are you sure this suit will protect me?”

              “We have updated the protection that the suits will provide seince the last incident.  Nothing and I mean nothing will touch you.  Find them and roll them back here.  Understand?”

              She rolled her eyes.  “Yes sir.”  “I still wish someone else was picked for this bullshit and had to put their hide on the line.  If I turn blue I am coming back here and turning this entire place into a juicy mess for trying to sacrifice me like you did to Mandy.”

              Vector pushed her towards the door.  “Stop lalygaging and get going already!”

              “Fuck!”  She gulped as she was forced towards the door.  “You really can’t wait to—” The door slammed behind her, locking in place.  “Of course.”  She put her hands behind her back and stared at the massive buildings ahead of her.  “Well I guess I don’t have any time to waste do I?  I better get going after this rouge blueberry and the traitor. . . I mean the infeicted collouge.”  Jen snorted.  Part of her knew that calling Mandy a traitor wasn’t the right thing but it was odd how quickly Mandy had turned on the rest of them.  Was there a part of the virus that effected the brain?  Made the blueberry ladies more of a hive mind or supeptabile to such crazy actions?  Jen knew that one day she would find out, if she could do it saftly.

              This mystery did perplex her to no end but it also scared her.  How could such a strange virus spread but seemingly not effect men.  As much as her male colouges were terrified of this virus they didn’t have much to fear from the data.  The only blueberries they had encountered so far were female.  Hell one of the first drones they send in came across a house that belonged to a man that didn’t even know what was going on until one of the crazy blue women showed up on his doorstep to. . . juice him dry.

              It seemed that the role that he shared was more for the pleasure of the blueberry ladies and he was lucky to run out of there before he had to juice them.  What that mean Jen wasn’t sure but after this nonsense was over she was going to find out!

              Jen turned a corner and spied what looked like a blue thin lady standing at the end of the street.  Jen flattend herself against the side of the building, trying not to be seen.  “That is strange.  From the reports the berry women are supposed to be big and round.  Why is she so thin?”  Jen rubbed where her chin would be on the helmet and looked at the ground.  “This doesn’t make sense.  I wish I had something to record this.  Ughh why do I have to be on a supid fetching mission?”

              She looked up and noticed the berry woman was gone.  “Huh?  Where did she go?”

              “Where indeed.”  Jen gasped as she was suddenly spun around by blue hands.  “Hello dear.  I don’t get to see people like you often.”

              “How. . . how did you. . .”

              “Oh you were just looking down at the ground so I thought I would come and say hello.”  The blue woman put her hands right against the helm of Jen’s hasmat helmet.  “But I do have to say.  It isn’t nice of you to hide in that thing.  How can I give you a proper hello?  A proper hug?”  She licked her lips.  “You know you should really take that helmet off and give me the hello I deserve.”

              “No way.”  Jen smiled.  “But if you want I can take you to a place where you can give all the hellos you want.  Not just to me but to many, many people.  And none of them are blueberries.”

              The blue lady crossed her arms.  “I don’t know.  I would go but you haven’t given me any reason to trust you.”  She turned around.  “I mean it could be some kind of icky trick.  Maybe you should do something for me first.”

              Jen rolled her eyes.  “Like what.”

              The blueberry lady suddenly pounced.  “Like giving me a big kiss.”  The force caused the seal on Jen’s helmet to come loose, slowly inching off her head.  “Just one little kiss?”

              “No!  Now get off me!”  Jen gulped as her helmt slid off.  “Hey!”  Blue lips connected with her own.  “What are you. . .”  She moaned, feeling a warmth unlike anything she had felt before.

              “Ahhh.  I always love feeling someone who hasn’t any juice in them.”

              Jen forced the woman away and grabbed her helmet, quickly securing it.  “Get away from me before I get your fucking virus.”  She took a deep breath.  “I have work to do and you are the wrong fucking blueberry.”

              “Aww that is a mean thing to say.  Maybe you should apologize to me.”  She giggled.  “Start by juicing me!”