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    Mech Arena: Horizon Clash

    Agreed, I vote Vanguard.
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    Journey to Arnwick

    Happy Halloween, everyone! I figured what better way to celebrate the spookiest holiday, as well as the anniversary of this story, than with a big, juicy chapter? Hope you guys all enjoy! Eliza watched as the demon man plummeted from the air, thanks to her timely shot from Alma’s crossbow. Tabitha and Matthew were released from the unholy chains binding them, and Tabitha seized the opportunity to thrust her sword into the fallen cultist, finally finishing him off. As he writhed and breathed his last, the flames of Tabitha’s sword engulfed him, turning his body into a veritable bonfire. Matthew was out cold, and Tabitha had fallen to her knees, then onto her stomach. Slowly, her eyes began to close, and a large bulge began to form in the seat of her pants. Eliza’s eyes widened, and she wondered if she had been too slow. Despite their unfriendliness towards each other, she didn’t want the witch hunter to die. Hazel moved passed her, and began to investigate their unconscious comrades. “They’re alive!” She said, causing Eliza to exhale in relief. Hazel rolled Tabitha over, so she was lying on her back, the large mess in her trousers audibly squishing. Both Hazel and Eliza cringed a little. They did so again when they rolled Matthew over with similar results. Before long, Hazel’s relief had returned to worry as they did not awaken, “Can you wake them up? Don’t you have a potion or something that can help them?” “I can make one...” She was lying. She already had an elixir that could wake up the both of them. Honestly, they didn’t even need it; they would be fine. But she needed to speak with Hazel, in private. “Hazy, could you… come with me? I need to gather the herbs.” “But what about them? Will they be okay in here?” “We’ve killed everything here, and the curse on this place is broken. They’ll be fine.” “All right, then.” The two of them walked back through the long cave, stepping over the remnants of the ghouls that had barred their way inside. Eliza was silent the entire walk, and she clutched her staff tightly. Hazel, despite the piss soaking her pants and shit filling her panties, managed to keep pace with her, even if she was walking slightly bowlegged. Evidently, she noticed Eliza being lost in thought, asking, “Is something wrong?” Eliza was quiet for a minute more, trying to think of how to begin, “H-Hazy… ” Her voice quivered, and she suppressed a slight sob, “T-those people we just fought… They… ” Eliza struggled hard to force the words out, but her body wasn’t listening. Tears began to fill her eyes, and, unbidden, stream down her cheeks. She covered her face with one hand, turning away from Hazel, wishing she wasn’t so damn weak. Hazel moved around, and placed her hands on Eliza’s shoulders, Eliza responded by clutching onto her friend tightly, not quite a hug, but just as meaningful. “Those… ” Eliza finally began to compose herself, and found her voice again, “Those were my parents… ” “What?!” Hazel looked down at her in alarm, “Why didn’t you tell us?! We- We could’ve-” “No. It had to end like that… ” As much as it hurt her, it was true. She took a step back, and wiped her eyes, “They… They’ve been gone for a long time.” Hazel just looked at her, confused, but sympathetic. “I needed to talk to you. Just you,” She didn’t trust anyone else. “Those two… A long time ago, they… did some terrible things. To me, to others, and to themselves.” “Is that why you lived alone?” Hazel inquired, trying to start fitting the pieces together. “Yes… ” Her voice weak, and her heart heavy as she remembered such a dark time, Eliza continued, “When I found out what they were doing, I just… ran… ” Her composure kept crumbling, and her voice grew shaky, “If I hadn’t been such a coward then… ” “Eliza, you can’t blame yourself for things like that,” Hazel snapped back, sympathetic but firm. “But I-” She cut herself off, and closed her mouth abruptly. Tabitha was exiting the cave with Matthew in tow. They each had an arm looped around the other, and were still unstable and close to collapsing. Not wishing to continue this conversation in front of the witch hunter, Eliza simply remarked, “Let’s just help them back to town. We’ll talk more later.” She grabbed a hold of Matthew while Hazel assisted Tabitha. She’d managed to ignore it when she was talking to just Hazel, but now that she was in such close proximity to all three of them, the odor of urine-soaked and shit-filled pants was nearly unbearable. Tabitha barely seemed to notice or care what she’s done in her clothes, and walked with a surprising dignity and professionalism. Matthew was still wounded from the fight, and was walking awkwardly, clearly trying not to further agitate the severe mess he’d made of his trousers. Hazel had this way about her, in that she seemed to just completely forget about the state of herself while she was helping Tabitha along. Despite the wet streaks down her legs and the conspicuous bulge in the seat of her pants, she pushed herself to walk normally. Eliza admired that about her. Personally, she was mostly just happy and impressed with herself for not doing the same things in her own panties. While she observed her companions, She felt a dagger of fear shoot through her body as she noticed Tabitha glaring menacingly at her. Eliza looked away, and down towards the ground. She had a feeling the trip back to town would be a quiet one. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alma raised a fork with a bite of cooked meat skewered on it to her lips. She chewed and swallowed, but the action barely constituted “eating”. There was no taste, and she was barely even aware of what she was doing. She was much too distracted thinking of Hazel and Eliza, wondering if they were okay. What was I thinking, letting them go alone? Her troubled thoughts had been filling her with worry and guilt for some time, now. Her fork scraped against her plate, and it took her a good few seconds to register that there was no food left. This helped bring her back to the current moment, as she fully remembered where she was and what she was doing. She was in a small, downtrodden inn. Only a few people were inside, most of them drinking. Lowering her fork, she stood and prepared to pay, only to recall that any money she and Hazel had was lost when their carriage was overturned. “Ah, shit,” she mumbled as she patted down her pockets, searching for any kind of currency. “No need, miss,” came the sullen innkeeper’s voice, “Way things are, none of us have much coin to throw around, nor much use for it.” “Thank you, good sir,” She replied, truly grateful. Actual meals had been difficult to come by in recent days. Exiting the inn, her ears were immediately assaulted with the voice of a nearly hysteric woman, “Emily!” she called out, desperately, into the woods. When no reply came, she turned around, but her eyes lit up with hope when she spotted Alma. She nearly sprinted towards her. Once she was closer, Alma were able to take in her appearance. She was a woman, maybe into her mid-thirties, with long auburn hair. She had smooth, fair facial features, but her face was twisted in sadness and worry. She wore a brown and white shirt, and a long blue skirt that reached down to her ankles. Alma’s eyes settled on a large stain on the front of the skirt. It was dried, but the discolored outline of a wetting was very apparent. Must’ve pissed on herself during the attack. “You! You’re one of those monster hunters from out of town, right?!” The woman stammered out very rapidly. “I am the monster hunter from out of town, yes.” “Please, you have to help me!” Her face was more desperate than any Alma had ever seen, “My name is Marie. My daughter, Emily, she’s been missing for nearly two days, now.” Emily? Alma’s face hardened as she recalled the girl who approached them in their camp; the one who led them here. Had she never made it back? “With everything going on, I just know she must be lost somewhere, probably scared to death, and no one will help me find her!” “I’m not exactly in any condition for hunting down a lost child in a monster-infested forest,” Alma motioned to her broken arm, still stuck in a sling. “I… I know, but please, I can come with you, or- or-” “So we can both die?” “Please!” She shouted, her voice cracking as tears began to streak down her cheeks, “I know it’s dangerous, but if you don’t help me, then my little Emily could… ” She trailed off, the words getting stuck in her throat. Alma was sure she must’ve sounded heartless to the poor woman. It wasn’t that she was afraid or disinterested, it was just a simple matter of her being injured and Marie likely being no good in a pinch. Hazel wouldn’t have hesitated, her mind taunted her, Hazel would probably already be halfway through the forest. … Dammit. She knew Hazel looked up to her, but she never truly realized just how much she respected the merchant right back. She sighed deeply, “It will be extraordinarily dangerous. I’m wounded, and I won’t be much good in a fight. Are you willing to risk your own life for Emily?” “Absolutely!” Marie answered without the slightest hesitation, catching Alma off guard. “If I’ve got a choice between my life or hers, I’m choosing Emily!” “... So be it. I’ll grab some supplies. Find yourself anything you think might be useful. Bring a bag of salt. Meet back here in fifteen minutes,” With that, Alma turned and strode away to gear up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short while later, and Alma and Marie had ventured out into the wilderness, towards Emily’s last known location. Even with a shattered arm, Alma still looked the part of a deadly monster hunter. Her hat sat atop her head, she wore black trousers and a red shirt, with her beloved jacket dangling from her shoulders, since she couldn’t put it over her damaged arm. Since Hazel was currently using her crossbow, Alma carried only her silver dagger. Her good arm was broken, but she was still skilled at wielding the weapon in her left hand. Marie wore the same clothes she had in town, and carried, as her weapon, a scythe. A farmer’s scythe. If things get dangerous, she isn’t going to last a second, she mused. Marie had at least followed her instructions and brought some salt with her. Before very long, they came upon the site of their old camp. Emily may have been stealthy enough for them to not notice her directly, but she wasn’t good enough not to leave tracks. Broken twigs, disturbed foliage, and footprints all gave away the young girl’s path. They walked along Emily’s path. Marie evidently couldn’t see a single thing that Alma could, and stuck very close beside her. It was good that the girl had made herself so easy to track; Alma could feel a growing need to relieve her bowels, and she didn’t want to be out for much longer. A pained groan a short distance away stopped both of them in their tracks. “Emily?” Marie whispered, before Alma raised her hand, signalling for silence. The two of them crept forward slowly, taking cover behind a tree. Peering around it, they saw a pale, emaciated man with scars covering his body. Marie covered her mouth, and recoiled backwards. “Ghoul,” Alma said simply. Drawing her dagger, she bashed the handle against the tree, making a loud noise. A surprised grunt came from the direction of the ghoul. “What are you doing?” Marie asked frantically. She was shaking. Rapid, dragging footsteps drew closer and closer as the ghoul approached. With a snarl, it rounded the tree, and centered its vision on Marie. The poor woman was shaking so badly that she dropped her scythe, and brought her quivering hands up over her mouth. Her knees knocked into one another, and her bladder evidently released itself as Alma observed the spot where her skirt had already been urinated in grew wet with piss once more. A large stain grew, and little trails raced down the blue skirt, leaving darkened streaks behind them before reaching the hem and dripping onto the ground. Some urine wound down her legs, flowing over her shoes, and much of it simply fell between her shaking legs, splashing and puddling onto the ground. Marie could only whimper as the ghoul approached her, but Alma was prepared. It passed by without noticing the hunter, and once she had the opportunity, she took it. Wielding the silver blade in her left hand, she sliced several times across the ghouls’ back, eliciting pained moaning and sizzling flesh. It fell to its knees, whereupon Alma jammed the blade into the side of the thing’s head, ending its moaning. “Are you okay?” She asked Marie. Her senses seemed to gradually return to her as she realized it was over, and that she was safe. Her eyes slowly panned downwards, centering on the giant stain on her skirt and the puddle below her. Her cheeks flared red, and she lowered her hands over her groin, trying to shield the evidence from view, “I’m fine,” she answered after a delay. She picked up her scythe, and the two continued onward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Near to two hours later, and they were still searching. Emily’s trail made inexplicable twists and turns, practically running in circles at certain points. Alma’s thoughts over the past hour or so had only been a stream of curses and swears as her need to empty her bowels grew from a pressing matter to an urgent one. “Emily!” Alma called out, hoping they had gotten close enough for the child to hear them. Marie joined her in calling for the girl. After minutes of shouting, the two were losing energy, and Alma didn’t want to attract any more monsters. That is, until they heard a young girl cry “Help!” in the distance. Hearing this, their walk became a run, and they continued to call out as they ran in the direction of the voice. At last, they came upon the source, and Alma could hear Marie begin to cry tears of joy when they spotted Emily. She was sitting upon a large, flat rock. The rock itself was positioned in front of a small cave mouth, and on the shore of narrow river that flowed into the cave. “Emily, sweetie! Come here!” Marie exclaimed as she approached her daughter. Emily’s face was pale, and she looked afraid. This wasn’t normal. Something was wrong. All too late, Alma spotted the reflection of the light in the eyes watching them from inside the cave. “Marie, get back, now!!” She commanded, but the ecstatic woman was no longer listening to her, she only cared that her child had been located. Located and used as bait! Alma realized. She ran forward, quickly catching up to Marie, and grabbed her by the arm. Not caring to be gentle, she pulled her back, and hard. Marie fell onto the ground, and Alma yanked her up and tossed her backwards as the beast finally emerged from its den. She should’ve guessed; the strange, erratic trail Emily left- she was running from something. The trail was pristine and clear, because the beast wanted it to be. Even before the monster was fully visible, Alma knew exactly what it was: a huntsman. A massive, man-sized spider creature. Like a disgusting centaur, a sickly humanoid body rose from the creature’s front. Atop its bulbous head were no fewer than twenty black eyes, and two sets of fanged mandibles, one pointing up, the other down, creating an X-shaped mouth. Two clawed arms protruded from the upper body. These creatures were widely feared- and rightly so. They stalk prey for hours, before pursuing them, then using them as bait to lure in more prey. This thing must’ve been following them since before they set up camp, then captured Emily once she left on her own. And now, it had successfully baited the two of them- a cripple and a frightened mother- directly to its lair. This was bad. Evidently, the gravity of the situation was not lost on Marie, as Alma heard a faint squelching coming from the woman on the ground, followed by a somewhat watery sound. The smell of waste promptly confirmed that Marie had, indeed, just shit herself. It’s like Hazy is still here, Alma thought as she yanked Marie to her feet. A brown smear had formed on her backside, indicating that a good deal of the mess in her panties was not very solid. Drawing her dagger, Alma started to draft some kind of plan for how to fight a huntsman alone, when she noticed that Marie was still clutching her scythe. Looking at the woman beside her, Alma was surprised to see that Marie, despite just having crapped herself, did not look afraid or faint, but rather, determined, and even angry. Then she noticed that the woman wasn’t glaring at the monster, but at her daughter. Marie’s resolve to protect Emily was nothing short of astounding to Alma. “Marie,” She uttered, as the huntsman began to approach them, “Are you ready to save your daughter?” “Absolutely,” “Then listen close: Get that thing’s attention. Swing that scythe around, try to hit it. I’ll come around behind it and jump on its back. From there, I can stab it to death.” “Understood,” She replied, then charged forward, scythe held high. The huntsman skittered forward, its own scythe-like claws ready to strike. Marie swung her weapon as hard as she can, and the monster quickly backstepped to dodge the blow. She kept up the pressure, swinging over and over again, forcing the beast back again and again. Alma used this bought time well, and maneuvered around the side of the large creature. She did her best to ignore how close she was to losing control of her own bowels. Marie’s frantic swings were stopped as the huntsman parried one of her strikes, then moved in for the kill with its other hand. She was good as dead. Emily screamed in terror as she watched. Gritting her teeth at the ruin of their plan, Alma slashed at the beast’s leg, the silver biting into its unholy flesh. The strike that would have slain Marie was stopped abruptly as the huntsman recoiled in pain, then spun about to face Alma. Lacking any long range melee weapon, she knew that she stood no chance facing it directly. She began backtracking as fast as she could, nimbly dodging the stabs and slashes from the thing’s long claws. One thrust of its weaponized arm came close enough to her face that it sliced some of her hair. Alma launched herself backwards, narrowly dodging another slice that would have removed her head. She stumbled and fell backwards, her broken arm screaming in agony. The huntsman closed the distance immediately, and would be upon her before she could stand- were it not for Marie. The woman ran forward, and swung the scythe downward, burying it deeply into the creature’s thorax. It screeched in pain. Alma used this distraction to return to her feet, and once again circle around the huntsman. Attempting to dislodge the scythe, Marie tugged and pulled, and managed to cut it deeper and deeper, but not pull it out. This aggravated it enough that it forgot about Alma, and turned to face Marie. She had failed to dislodge the scythe, and it was pulled from her hands as the beast turned about, leaving her defenseless. By now, however, Alma had climbed atop the thing’s back, and made for its upper body. There, she proceeded to drive her silver dagger again and again through its many eyes, into its brain. It screeched and squealed, it flailed and shook, but slowly, all of that ceased, as the huntsman succumbed to Alma’s attacks. They both were drenched in sweat by the time it finally died. Alma slid off its back, and collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily. A moment later, she rose to see Emily walking towards the two. “M-mom?” She said, in disbelief. Without a word, Marie sprung from the ground and embraced her daughter. Now that she was so close to them, Alma noticed with some sympathy that Emily’s skirt was also wet in the front and browned in the back. Like mother like daughter, She joked to herself, Must’ve had the girl placed as bait for so long she couldn’t hold it any more. Just thinking of “holding it” reminded her of her own issues in that regard. She didn’t know at what point during the fight it had happened, but she could feel her mess had already begun to emerge, and was touching her panties. She took one step, wondering if she could make it to a bush or something for some privacy, but felt her butt part and more mess flow into her panties as she did so. She sighed, and resigned herself to her fate. With a slight push, her mess slid out of her, and deposited into her panties with a quiet crackle. The soft mass collected in the back of her underwear, flattening and spreading out slightly, but mostly just creating a ball. She could feel quite a bit more still inside herself, and it joined the rest of the mass, further flattening and condensing it. By the time she had finished emptying her bowels into her pants, her trousers had an absolutely monstrous bulge on their rear. It had been a long time since she’d loaded her panties this badly. A few moments later, everyone had caught their breath, and was ready to move on. Neither of them made a comment about the veritable mountain of mess Alma had left in her pants, but neither of them were in any position to judge. They made their way back to town, Marie and Emily not moving more than an inch away from each other the whole walk.
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    The Contagion

    Sorry for the delay, but I am back! This chapter is more exposition-heavy than previous ones, and there's only some omo content, but trust me when I say that it's building up to the good stuff. Hope you all enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few years back, when it became apparent that the outbreaks weren’t going away, most major cities began to outfit their military and police stations with disaster shelters. In high-end, wealthy cities, these shelters were kept extremely well-stocked, and were spacious enough to contain hundreds, sometimes even thousands of people. You are not in any such city, and this shelter is small, cramped, and critically understocked. But even so, both you and Leo are practically bouncing in excitement to get inside. After today, some safe, secure walls around you and a decent, if small, meal sound like Heaven. An almost worry-free smile adorns Leo’s face. He’d been so worried about Grace, and now he’s moments from reuniting with her. The sheer relief of that must be enough to make him momentarily forget about all the hardships the two of you just went through. Despite how happy you are about surviving, about making it to the shelter in one piece, you can’t get the things you saw out of your head so easily. You suppose one doesn’t often forget terror so severe it forces them to crap their pants. Thinking about your lapse in continence still upsets you. You’d always had a rebellious bladder that would pour urine into your clothes whenever it felt like it, but your bowels had never been that way. “Not shitting yourself frequently” is a pretty low bar, but it was definitely one you never had trouble with. You really hope that this isn’t going to become a common occurrence; You don’t have enough clothes. You look down at the clothes you’re currently wearing. Your pink sweater had been cleaned up, but your other garments would take a bit more doing to be wearable again. The inside of your long skirt had been stained with your pee and a little bit with your mess. Whether it was out of kindness, or just because they’d rather you not run around streaking through the shelter, one of the female officers donated some spare clothes to you, so now a shorter, dark blue pleated skirt covered your lower body. You’d even managed to snag some spare panties. Ding! “Wha- I-” You stutter in disbelief, as the both of you begin to search your persons for any money. The officer behind the table holds up his hand to stop you, “Relax,” his emotionless voice continued, “I’m fucking with you.” There was absolutely no mirth or joy whatsoever in the man’s voice or face, but, given how tired he looked, you imagine it’s been a long day. “Just sign this, and then don’t be an asshole to the other people in the shelter,” he pushes a sign-in sheet towards you. It’s mostly blank. There really aren’t many people here. You sign your names, and he pulls the paper back, briefly inspects your names, then lazily waves his arm towards the interior of the shelter, “Enjoy your stay. Dorms on the left, bathrooms are in each of the dorms,”. The two of you move past him. You see only a small handful of people outside the dormitories. Maybe six people, and you count no fewer than six police officers keeping watch throughout the large room. The people who are outside are fairly quiet, and the silence gives the shelter an ominous air. Seems nobody’s really in the mood for talking. If the other officers were right, then Grace should be in here somewhere. You can’t help but notice that two of the doors leading to peoples’ rooms have a guard stationed outside them. Either important people, or belligerent people, you suppose. You maneuver around some crates, and find yourself looking at a few long rows of shelves, each stacked with various boxes and supplies. You can make out the figure of a person on the other side of the shelf. Leo steps forward first, and he gasps slightly before exclaiming “Grace!” and running around the shelf. You come around just in time to see Grace’s eyes widen in surprise. She carelessly drops a clipboard and pen she’d been holding, and wraps her arms around Leo as he does the same to her. “Leo, thank God!” Grace says as she holds onto him tightly. “I was so close to just leaving this place to come find you,” The two of them lean into one another, looking like they’re unwilling to ever part again. It really does warm your heart, just how much these two genuinely care about one another. Grace’s eyes open as if something suddenly sprung into her mind. She pulls back, and begins inspecting Leo, “Are you all right? Are you hurt at all?” “No, no, I’m fine. We’re not hurt,” “Good, good, uh,” Grace was breathing heavily, almost as if she’d been holding her breath, “Thank God that you made it here, Li’l Cat.” She smiles at him for a short while, then turns to you, “Angela, thank you,” now it’s your turn for a hug, as she pulls you in, “Thank you so much for keeping him safe,”. “Pssh, he kept me safe,” you scoff. She steps back, and continues to breathe weirdly. It’s at this point you notice the bags under her bloodshot eyes. Poor thing must’ve been worried sick. “I have no idea how you two made it here. If things are really as bad as I’ve been hearing, it must have been horrible.” “It uh… wasn’t easy,” you say, wondering where your Understatement of the Fucking Year award is, “We had to leave my car behind, and make half the trip on foot.” “Let’s just say that this isn’t the same pair of pants I was wearing at the start of the trip,” Leo chuckles shyly. You elect to refrain from mentioning what you’d done in your own clothes. Grace puts a hand on you and Leo’s shoulders, “Well, you’re safe in here. You might not have much of an appetite, all things considered, but try and eat something, then get some rest.” “What about you?” You ask. “Got more work to do before things are settled around here,” she bends over and picks up the clipboard she’d discarded earlier. Looks like she’s only halfway through an inventory list. She sighs as she looks at the long list, and you can’t help but feel sorry for her as you look at her tired eyes. She catches your stare, and says, “Don’t worry about me. This is the easy shit. You should’ve seen what I was dealing with earlier,” her expression turns sour. “We heard something about you breaking up a fight?” Leo asks. “A fight? Try four,” The annoyance in her voice was almost palpable, “Dumbasses wouldn’t stop shouting about how the other guy was totally infected, how there wasn’t enough food and we were gonna starve. No end to it,” She pats the tazer on her belt, “They kept getting violent with each other, and I’d had enough, so I just zapped the both of ‘em and tossed ‘em into different rooms.” “Guess that’s why those rooms were being watched,” Leo muses. A worrying thought crosses your mind, “There uh, is enough food, though, right?” Grace looks at you with her mouth slightly open, silent for a brief second, before saying, “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, there’s plenty,” she gestures to a number of items on the clipboard for emphasis. Oh Grace, you think, You are such a bad liar. You could read it in her face, her tone, there’s a reason people were fighting over food. You fail to keep a skeptical look off your face while you listen to her assurances, so she provides some more, “Look, worst case scenario, we’re stuck in here for two, maybe 3 weeks while ODA sorts things out up there. How much food do you think so few people can eat in three weeks? We’ve got more than enough. More likely, though, we’ll only be down here for a couple of days before the section of city above us is cleaned up, and the Public Health Commission rescues us,” She puts her hands on her hips, standing confidently, “They trained us for months about how to handle an outbreak, so I know how this’ll go.” You’re still doubtful, but Leo looks like a weight’s been taken off his shoulders. Just knowing the hands you’ve been dealt today, you can practically feel more bad news coming. For the time being, though, you accept Grace’s words. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s been a short few hours, now. You and Leo got some food, but honestly, you only ate because you knew you were supposed to. After the events of today, neither of you were particularly invested in the taste. It was late, now, and the two of you had chosen a small dormitory to call your own. The room was decently furnished, with a couple desks, some chairs, and a small bedside table next to each of the four bunkbeds. Had the shelter received more refugees, all the beds likely would’ve been taken; but you, Leo, and basically every other group present managed to get your own rooms. From the bunk above you, you can hear Leo tapping away on a handheld gaming console. Evidently, he had the foresight to expect boredom, and packed himself some entertainment. You don’t know if that was genius or idiotic, considering that space could’ve been used for other essentials. I guess it’s worked out for him… you mentally concede. As for you, it turns out the shelter has a small library with a decent supply of books aimed at having options for all age groups. You eventually settled a short novel about not giving up on your dreams, or some other trite. You find yourself having to re-read lines, and even entire paragraphs; a problem you almost never have. Your mind just keeps drifting back to, well, it’s difficult to pin down a single thing. The many times the infected were so close to mauling you that you got doused in their blood when they finally died are featured players in your thoughts, though. I bet Mr. Follow-Your-Dreams didn’t count on the zombie apocalypse being an obstacle, you think as you close the book. A deep sigh escapes your lips, and this seems to catch Leo’s attention, since you hear the sounds from his game stop. A second later, his head appears over the side of the top bunk, looking down at you. “Something wrong?” He asks. “No, just...” You hold up the novel, “Dumb book,” you toss it onto the little table by your bed. “Well, just let me know if you want a turn,” he offers, holding out his console, “Great for taking your mind off of things.” “Thanks, Leo, but I’m just gonna try and sleep, now,” You’re exhausted for sure, but you meant it when you said you’d “try” and get some sleep. “Okay, then,” He looks a little worried for you, “G’night, Angie.” “Goodnight, Leo. Don’t stay up much later with that thing,” you turn onto your side, close your eyes, and await the respite of sleep. And wait. And wait. Aaaaaaand wait. Aaaaaany minute now… It feels like hours have passed, and you still can’t sleep. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it is currently 12:31. At some point, Leo turned his game off and drifted off to sleep. Not a restful one, if all of his tossing and turning is any indication. You know he was just as scared as you were- Hell, he wet his pants, too- and you’re sure that having to shoot so many infected people probably wasn’t sitting well with him. Poor guy’s probably having a nightmare. You consider getting up to check on him, but you’re so tired; your body barely responds to you. Your eyes slowly shut, and sleep, at long last, comes to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You inhale very sharply as your eyes shoot open. You look around you, taking in the dark room, remembering where you are. It would’ve been foolish to expect your slumber not to be rife with nightmares after everything you’ve gone through. You sit up, and cover your face with your hands for a second, reminding yourself that it wasn’t real. Looking at the clock, it is now 3:24. You got a whopping three hours of sleep. Your tired eyes widen a bit as you notice the chilling wetness gathered around your butt and thighs. You hope it’s sweat, but you don’t expect it to be. Sliding a hand under the covers and to your privates, you promptly discern that you most definitely wet your bed. You push the blanket off of yourself, and see a large wet stain covering the sheets below you. Lacking any proper sleepwear, you just wore a tee-shirt and your underwear, which may have just saved you some laundry. You climb out of bed, the sharp smell of urine and slick feeling of pee on your thighs almost taunting you. You walk to the bathroom, your sodden panties clinging to your butt. The movement provokes some of the soaked-in moisture, and causes a couple drops of cold pee to slowly wind down your legs. Your face burns hot with shame. A short while later, you’ve cleaned yourself up, and gotten changed into some clean underwear. The shelter has something of a laundromat, with some spare clothes for any residents in need. You feel like you might not be getting much more sleep, so you go ahead and throw on your skirt, sweater and your glasses. Maybe a little walk, or a different book can help you clear your head. You quickly look back at Leo before you exit the dorm, checking if he’s okay. He’s turned over again, and does so another time while you’re looking at him. If he’s having nightmares, too, you’re surprised he hasn’t peed the bed, as well. You hope he doesn’t; he’s had enough embarrassment. Outside the dorms, it is very quiet. A couple officers are still milling about; keeping watch or finishing some task, but they are very out of it. You stroll over to the few shelves and tables that constitute a library, and start perusing the books. As you’re running your fingers across a number of titles, the sight of a cop moving quickly through the shelter catches your attention. It’s Grace. She’s carrying a stack of papers into what looks like some special, official room. Was she really still awake? She’s going to kill herself at this rate. You make your way towards her, hoping to catch her before she enters the room. She doesn’t notice your approach, and slips inside just before you can reach her. You turn around, supposing that you’ll just find something to do until she comes back out, but a voice from inside catches your attention: “Look at these numbers, look at these reports, Commander!” it was Grace’s voice, “We don’t have the supplies we need to stay here.” “We do if we ration them,” The deep, slow voice of a man answered her. “We’ve already burned through a considerable amount of our stores. People are already noticing and fighting over it!” Grace sounded frustrated and exhausted. You step a bit closer to the door to listen. “And I understand you put a swift end to these fights?” “Yes, sir, but I-” “Then continue to do so,” There is a short moment of silence before he spoke again, “Officer Taylor, it is our job and responsibility to see to the safety of these people; no matter how hard they try and fight us over it.” “There’s only so much that we can do, sir.” Her voice sounded almost… desperate. “You’ve seen the armory, you know that we’re low on ammo. When that runs out, we’ll have to abandon the station and evacuate everyone down here- that will triple the number of people stuck down here.” “Grace, listen-” “Everyone is already scared and on edge, prepared to attack each other over anything they can think of! Without a surplus of supplies to keep everyone here happy, I can’t shake the feeling that things are going to get very violent.” “Grace!” The Commander cut in when she was finished, “We are police, and this is a prison. If things get violent, we are perfectly trained and capable of restraining them.” “But-” “Furthermore!” He interrupted her, his agitation clear in his voice, “There’s nothing we can do about it! We can’t go out and scavenge anything.” “I know it’s dangerous, sir, but it is possible. My little brother and my librarian friend fought their way here; If they can, then we can. Besides, this is just the early stages of the outbreak, we should bolster our position here before the city is overrun with infected.” You hear a deep sigh from the Commander, “Yes. I know. We can’t, because it is illegal, Grace. It is looting. It is preying on people who cannot protect their belongings. We arrest people who do that, Grace. Our entire department could face complete and total-” “Actually,” A new voice interrupted. It’s a refined, almost whispy voice that you recognize; that of Dr. Church. She continues, “I finished my survey of the horde that followed Officer Taylor’s brother. There was, indeed, a carrier. Worryingly, there were also signs of advancement to the carrier stage of infection present on a number of the infected.” “Your point, Dr. Church?” The Commander asked, clearly being fed up with the discussion. “My point is that the speed at which the infection is spreading and advancing is completely unprecedented, and is very bad news. Accordingly, I am officially elevating the threat level to a Crown-Class Emergency,” She waits for a second, seemingly allowing the words to sink in, “Under this classification,” Sounds like they didn’t get it any more than you did, “military and law enforcement personnel have full authority to seize any item whatsoever that they deem necessary to prevent further catastrophe. So, Mr. Thomas, you do, in fact, have free reign to do as you please until the Public Health Commission arrives.” He sighs once again, “Free reign, huh… Guess now I don’t have any excuse not to… ” “So you’ll do it? You’ll deploy scavengers?” Grace sounds hopeful. “Taylor, evidently this outbreak is still a force to be reckoned with. We can’t just start sending our officers to their deaths, out there.” “But we’ll starve, otherwise.” “Yes, I suppose that we will… All right… All right, fine. We’ll do it.” You can hear Grace’s sigh of relief, “But!” The Commander interrupts her relief, “I’m not gonna force any of my people to go out there. You get volunteers, and volunteers only, understood?” “Of course, sir. Thank you.” Their conversation came to an end. Grace is making her way towards the door to leave- the door you’re currently leaning against. You scramble away, and try to look innocent as you pick a spot to stand in. The door opens slowly, and an incredibly tired and stressed Grace walks outside. She looks up at you in surprise, her eyes widening as much as her fatigue will let them. Her expression swiftly shifts to one of exasperation, “Angela, what are you doing still up?” “Couldn’t sleep,” You shrug, “I um, overheard some of… what you guys were discussing… ” Grace closes her eyes in frustration, “Well, do me a favor and forget you heard it.” “Grace, are… are you going to go out scavenging?” “Of course I am; the team needs a leader.” “Then… Then I volunteer,” You place your hand on your chest for emphasis, “I’ll go with you.” “Angela,” Grace replies, in a matter-of-fact tone, “You are a librarian.” “I know but-” “There is no way in Hell that I’m letting you come with me, out there.” “But we already fought through so many of them! If it’s to help you, Grace, then we’ll-” “No, Angela. No you won’t,” She’s talking to you like a mother to a petulant child. “What would Leo think if he knew you were going out without us?” You take on a sterner tone. “Leo will think that I got moved back to the wall; because neither you or me are going to tell him about this,” Grace sounds almost… menacing. She leans forwards as she speaks, invading your personal space. You instinctively recline backwards. “G-Grace… ” You stammer, a small note of fear in your voice, “You’re worrying us, and we just want to help you.” Her face softens a bit, and she takes a step back, “I’m sorry, Angie. But I spent the whole day wondering if I was ever gonna see my best friend and the only family member I have left ever again. I’m damn sure not about to take you two out on what could well be a fucking suicide mission. I know that you’re just trying to help- and I’m touched, really- but I can’t let you go, and I’m begging you not to tell Leo. The last thing that I want is for Li’l Cat to be as scared for me as I was for you two.” “Grace… ” You begin… A). “Don’t you trust us?” Maybe you can reason with her, and convince her to let you two come along. You’ve already proven yourselves, and she’ll need some help. B). End the conversation, but go to tell Leo. She’s not budging even a little, but maybe together you could talk some sense into her. Grace almost always caves to whatever Leo asks her for. C). Screw that. You’re coming whether she likes it or not. Given how overworked and exhausted everyone is, it really wouldn’t be that hard to sneak out. Once she departs, you and Leo could find your way out and join her.
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    The great GIF thread

    Freezing and TerraFormars.
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    Wet in the Wastelands: Redux

    1, D It begins.
  6. That was actually really good! I'd love to see more.
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    The great GIF thread

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    The Contagion

    Sorry to say the next update's gonna get delayed a bit. I'm in Florida, and my house is about to get slapped with the business end of a big hurricane. Might be a good few days before I'll be able to get it posted, depending on how well my internet connection holds up.
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    The Contagion

    And here it is. This ends the prologue, and now the choices will start having much more influence over how the story goes. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you guys enjoy! PAK!! An infected woman falls to the ground, as Leo shoots her square in the back of the head. The two of you stand outside the apartments, now, ready to run for the station. There are a few more infected here than you previously saw. Scattered around, down the street there are maybe six infected people. Hearing Leo’s gunshot, the three closest turn, see you, and break into a sprint towards you. It’s a pretty good thing you’d already peed. You imagine Leo is thinking the same. You aren’t any good with guns, but you decide to give Leo some help. Aiming your revolver at the second-closest infected, you fire… and miss. You have no idea where the bullet even went, but it most certainly didn’t hit the infected. You pull back the hammer, aim and fire again. This time, a spray of blood spews from their leg, and they collapse onto the ground, struggling to stand back up. A moment later, and the infected’s head jerks back suddenly, then falls to the ground as Leo finishes the job with another headshot. Wow, he’s uh… actually really good with that thing. Another infected has almost closed the gap, and you turn to shoot. Seeing them getting closer and closer is making you panic, and your finger, slick with sweat, slides off the hammer a few times before you’re able to pull it back and make the shot, nailing him in the chest. The infected stumbles, then tumbles straight down, making gurgling noises. The sound of Leo’s gun firing accompanies the falling of two more infected, leaving only one. You expect Leo to make short work of it, but as he points the gun and pulls the trigger, only a faint click can be heard. He’s out of ammo. You prepare to fire on the infected, but she’s very close now, and moving erratically. Leo turns around, looking for something on the ground. You can hear the sounds of glass shards breaking behind you, and a second later, a car’s rear-view mirror, plucked from the wreck behind you, whizzes through the air and smashes into the woman’s forehead. She stops in her tracks, stumbling around in a daze. Leo shouts, “Shoot it now, Angie!” And you do. With a bang, you plant a bullet in her head, and she falls down for good. Things start to go quiet, and the dust is settling, Leo says, “We… we actually just did that! I can’t believe we actually managed to do it!” he begins chuckling and putting his hand over his chest as the adrenaline fades. “Aw yeah,” is all you can think to say, as you hold up your hand for a high-five, which Leo eagerly gives you. The two of you begin walking, stepping over the mess in front of you. “Leo,” you say, “It is seriously impressive how skilled you are with that thing. Are you sure Grace is the cop, and not you?” “I still almost crapped my pants when I ran outta bullets. Thanks for the save.” “The ‘save’ that you gave me the opening for,” Why did he have to mention crapping one’s pants? You were out in the open, now, and the last thing you needed was to be reminded of your growing need to relieve yourself. The sky begins to tinge pink and orange as sunset looms. Looking around, you can still see lots of smoke, with orange glows beneath them. Gunfire, loud, automatic gunfire can be heard from multiple directions across the city. The occasional helicopter passes by. The military must be intervening, now. If that’s the case, then the outbreak really is no joke. The two of you come to a small crossroads. Leo knows the way to the station better than you do, so you follow his lead. You hear a sound, like shouting, coming from one of the other roads you passed. You and Leo both turn, frightened. You weren’t prepared for what you saw. Maybe twenty, thirty infected, all clustered around one specific individual: a carrier. A man, lumbering and slow, with vines and strangely pretty violet flowers bursting through his flesh. You’d heard about carriers before, but never seen one. They’re slower, but they spread the infection, like a cloud around them. Maybe that’s why the horde is surrounding it. But now they see you. Now they want you. The infected at the front of the group start running, the others following suit a few seconds later. You’re frozen in terror at the sight. Just looking at the carrier makes you think you might throw up. You can hear a light crackle, and then feel something hot on your backside. You’re messing yourself. You can feel your underwear sag and slide down slightly as your release fills your white briefs. Correction: your release is actually filling Leo’s white briefs. Your mess is soft, and it contours around your rear, cupping your buttocks in sticky warmth. While you’re busy shitting yourself, Leo tugs on your arm, desperately trying to get you to move. He grabs you by the shoulders, and you look down into his pleading eyes, and hear him shouting, “Angela, please, move!!” You snap out of it, and give him a quick nod. He grabs your hand, and takes off running, pulling you along. The desire to run bowlegged and awkwardly is very strong, as you feel your mess pressing up against your rear, but you resist it. Surviving is much more important than minimizing the accident. No matter how much it disgusts you to feel it squishing around in your clothes. The footsteps and the growling are getting so close, now. They’re gaining on you, and they’ll grab you before long. Leo is so much faster than you are, and you’re only slowing him down. You don’t want to die, but you would if it meant Leo could survive. You can feel a hand swing by the back of your head, barely missing your hair. You prepare to let go of Leo’s hand and let him escape when a loud gunshot, and a spray of blood from behind you bring you to your senses. The police station! You made it! Already, you can see officers, SWAT, and military taking aim at the approaching horde. Using cars and barricades, they appear to have constructed a large fortified wall around the station. You pick up the pace, running as hard and fast as your scrawny legs will carry you. Your legs and lungs burn more than you’ve ever felt in your life. You and Leo both duck a little as you run, and cover your heads with your free arms, as a hail of gunfire sails around you and begins ripping the horde to shreds. As you reach the wall, two officers grab both of you, and help you the rest of the way inside. You appreciate it, as you don’t think you could’ve even stood up. Your breathing is in short, ragged pants, and sweat is pouring down your face. Someone to your right shouts, “Bring them to Church! And tell her we’ve got carriers!” Anything he might’ve said is drowned out by the roar of gunfire. The guard carrying you, a woman maybe a few years older than you, says, “Think we can toss one in the shower first? Eeugh, I think she shit herself.” “Sorry...” You manage to choke out. “Can’t blame her, I think I did, too,” the woman helping Leo says, “Did you see how many of them there were?” They lead towards some room buried in the middle of the large station. Your escort props you up against a wall while she steps forward and bangs on the door, “Hey Doc, let us in! Got some new arrivals and some bad news!” A second passes, and you hear some movement on the other side of the door. It swings open, revealing a crimson-haired woman in a white lab coat and gray pants. She has fair skin, and, despite clearly being a mature adult, almost no signs of aging. Her dark, cherry-colored hair hung just past her ears, and looked as though it hadn’t seen a brush in ages. “Come in, come in.” She holds open the door, and the officers help you and Leo into the room. It’s very well lit, smells strange, and it looks like a group of scientists have been living in this room for years. Books, diagrams, charts, and graphs cover tables and walls, many overlapping and covering each other up. Lab equipment is strewn haphazardly around the room, and privacy curtains have been placed, obscuring the rest of the room. You and Leo stand in a corner, awkwardly, waiting for them to do… whatever it is they plan on doing to you. The guards seem to be briefing the doctor lady on what happened, all three of them have grim expressions on their faces. You finally have your breath back, and you use it to say, “I’m uh… sorry about your underwear,” You reach behind you, and feel the large bulge through your skirt, “You might not want them back, now...” Now that the shock of everything has passed, and you’re just standing here, having almost died horribly, and with underpants full of shit and everyone knows it, you can feel tears welling in your eyes. You try to hold it back, but you fail as you choke out a few sobs, and tears begin to fall down your cheeks. “Angie...” Leo begins, in an exhausted, raspy voice. He starts to lean towards you, then almost falls into you as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you as tight as he possibly can. He’s almost burying his face into you. Just the effort of raising your arms to hug him back stings, but you do so. Finally, he looks up at you, and speaks, “Who cares about that? We actually made it! We’re safe, now.” You hold each other for a long while, neither of you having enough sense left to tell how much time has passed. Someone clears their throat next to you, making you and Leo jump. You separate, and see that the officers are now standing guard at the door, while the doctor is approaching you. “My name,” She begins, “is Doctor Victoria Church. I’m with the Office of Disease Analysis. I need to perform a few quick tests to make sure you’re not infected and, if you are, to treat you.” Worries begin to form inside you; you were awfully close to a carrier, and all you have to do is breath near one to get infected. What are they going to do us if we’re infected? The guards appear to have confiscated your gun when they brought you in, so you don’t have any weapon if you wind up needing one. “Test me first,” you volunteer. I’m not gonna let them hurt you, Leo. “Sure thing,” Church, a little shorter than you, reaches up and turn your head to face her. She pulls out a little flashlight and shines it in your eye, almost blinding you. “Normal,” she mumbles, then produces a small, rectangular contraption with a little nub on the top. “Breath into this, please,” you take the object from her and put the little nub in your mouth before exhaling. The device makes a series a whirring and buzzing sounds before displaying a message on a small screen, which Church reads. “She’s clean,” Church says, then wrinkles her nose as she smells you, “metaphorically speaking,” you blush. “Okay, come here little one,” she says as she walks through the same steps with Leo. You swallow hard as he breathes into the device, hoping and praying it says he’s fine. Once it finishes analyzing his breath, she pulls the device up in front of her eyes, “Yup, he’s good, too.” You breath a heavy sigh of relief. “All right then,” One of the guards at the door says, “let’s get you to a shower, then to the shelter.” “Actually, uh,” Leo interrupts, “My sister works here. She’s probably busy right now, but uh, do you know where Grace Taylor is?” “Officer Taylor? I think she’s on guard duty down in the shelter right now.” “Yeah,” The other guard pipes up, “some idiots got into a fight down there, so they had to pull some people from the wall to go watch them.” “So she’s okay?” Leo sounds very relieved. “Don’t worry, man, your sister’s fine.” You pat his shoulder and say, “Told you so.” Honestly, after today, that shower sounds absolutely lovely. You kinda doubt you’ll really be sleeping very soundly, even with how exhausted you are. You decide to just go with what Leo said: “Who cares about that? We actually made it! We’re safe, now.” This wasn’t the end of this thing, not by a long shot, but you had to take what victories you could find. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hot water splashes onto you, coursing down your body, taking all the filth you’d managed to collect, or even… produce, with it. The underwear you borrowed from Leo proved to be unsalvageable, so you just tossed them. He’d honestly forgotten you even had them, so he didn’t care. Some of the other women at the station had some spare clothes, and offered them to you, so you actually wound up with a fairly diverse selection. Of course, clothes and cleanliness were minor things. Currently, your thoughts are occupied by what you, Leo, and Grace should do next. Grace is probably pretty rooted in, here, and won’t want to go anywhere, but if things are really as grim as they seem, then this shelter might not last. Or rather, if it is going to last, it needs to be defended as much as possible. You’d overheard that, so far, only thirteen other people had made it here, some of them children. Not exactly a fighting force. You’ll need guns, ammunition, food, water, electricity, and skilled people to survive for any length of time before ODA shows up. From what you’ve seen and heard, this place is short on all accounts. The way you see it, you have three choices once you reunite with Grace: A). Discuss with Grace the possibility of evacuating the shelter with the police and military acting as an escort. Dangerous, but you’re honestly skeptical of how long the shelter can hold out. B). Discuss with Grace the possibility of departing on supply runs to ensure you’re prepared for the harsh times ahead. C). Find a way to help. Doctor Church seemed pretty busy, and could probably use some assistance. Perhaps she could teach you something useful. As a side note, you now have some more options for what to wear. Would you like: 1). Your light pink sweater, now cleaned up, along with a dark blue pleated skirt. 2). An orange tee-shirt, along with light blue jeans. 3). Something else. You can describe an outfit, and it will be considered.
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    The Contagion

    Because I won't be able to post the full, completed chapter until later tonight, I thought I'd go ahead and post the first section to give you guys something to chew on. The door to the women’s room creaks as you open it slowly. No one inside, just empty stalls.. You breath out a sigh of relief. You look over at Leo, as he’s opening the door to the men’s room. He still has one hand covering his privates. You feel sorry for him; when you wet yourself, it just soaked your panties and legs, but your skirt was unharmed. Leo now has a large wet patch adorning the front of his pants, for all to see. As he carefully pulls the door open, he suddenly jumps backwards, away from the door. You can see the wet spot on his front grow slightly. “What is it?” You ask, hand already darting to your revolver. “J-just a… b-body… ” He steadies his breathing. Just to ensure you’re not in any danger, you peer into the men’s room. As he said, there’s a body lying face down on the floor, unmoving. Looks like some poor guy got attacked in one of the stalls. “Well, we can just take turns in the ladies’ room,” You suggest, causing to look at you like you had just said something insane. He nods after a second, “Guess it’s okay, under the circumstances.” Similar to your situation earlier, in the car, Leo is now unashamedly holding himself, to prevent further wetting. You’re about to offer to let him go first when he says “Y-you just have to clean up, right? You can go first.” “You sure? You can-” “No, it’s fine, I’ll be fine.” “Okay, but… ” There’s no way around it, so you just ask him as directly and bluntly as possible, “I need to borrow some of your underwear. Mine are wet, and I don’t have anything to change into.” You speak quickly, and avoid eye contact. Leo takes a second to process your request, then answers, “Oh, uh… yeah, sure… ” In a weird way, it’s almost comforting to know that he is exactly as uncomfortable about it as you are. He fishes around in his backpack, and produces a pair of white briefs. They look like they’ll fit you well enough. It will at least be better than going commando, the thought of which makes you cringe. “Uh, thanks,” You awkwardly pluck the undergarments from his hand, and open the door to the bathroom, “I’ll be quick, I promise.” The bathroom is actually in pretty good shape, all things considered. Looks like no was rushing to relieve themselves before trying to evacuate. If what happened to you and Leo is any indication, that was a pretty big mistake on their part. Ensuring the door behind you has closed all the way, you remove your long skirt, revealing your heavily saturated pink panties underneath. There is a slight shimmer along your thighs, where there is still some wetness. You slide your panties off, and begin using the facilities present to clean yourself off. When it’s done, you pick up and put on the underwear Leo gave you. It feels so strange to be wearing a boy’s briefs. At the very least, they actually do fit decently well. As you’re just finishing getting your skirt back in order, you note the heavy weight in your abdomen. You suppose you’ve been ignoring it for the last several hours, but you’re actually starting to feel the need to empty your bowels. If you only had more time, and if only Leo wasn’t waiting his turn, about to pee his pants, you could go ahead and use the bathroom here. Since you don’t want to make Leo wait, you decide to wait, and hold it. It’s not nearly bad enough to seriously inconvenience you. You just hope you’ll be able to get to another bathroom before you use Leo’s underwear as one. Exiting the bathroom, you see Leo waiting by the door, keeping an eye on the windows and exits. He’s still holding himself, and bouncing up and down a little bit, almost performing a full-fledged bathroom dance. “All yours,” you say, holding the door open for him. He bolts inside, his prior hesitations about using the women’s room totally forgotten. You busy yourself by poking around the lobby. You can faintly see some of the infected meandering about, outside, but they’re not getting close enough to the building to warrant any concern for the moment. After a short few minutes, Leo emerges, wearing a fresh pair of jeans. The two of you find an unoccupied section of the pack that you stuff your pee-soaked clothes into. Once that’s done, Leo asks, “So, do you think we should risk the street?” “Huh?” “There were only a couple infected people on the street. If we can just… deal with them, it’s a straight shot to the police station.” You consider it. The only real alternative would be trying to go around and sneak in, and you’ve encountered no small amount of obstacles, already. Time is running out, and it’s really a luxury you don’t have right now. You don’t ever want to put yourself or your friends in the way of harm, but it’s far more dangerous to go too slowly, at this point. “If we do,” You begin, “Are you sure you can kill them?” He takes a breath before answering, “Yeah.” “Then let’s… Let’s do it.”
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    The Contagion

    Forgive me. It's gonna be a bit longer. It's a long chapter to make up for it, though.
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    The Contagion

    A it is. I've been a little busy lately, so this chapter is gonna be a bit late. Hopefully I'll have it up tonight, but if not, then tomorrow. To give a little teaser, I'll say that next chapter will feature this story's first messing.
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    The Contagion

    All right, and here's part 2/3 of the prologue. Sorry if the choices thus far are a little bland, they'll get more interesting once we're out of the intro. Anyways, hope you all enjoy! "It is important to remember that the Contagion does not spread via scratches and bites as it does in popular media," The lecturing voice emanates from the radio of your car, “but rather through fumes and spores emitted by growths that form after prolonged infection. If you or someone you know has been attacked by the infected, it is entirely possible that you or they are at no risk of infection. Please submit yourself to the nearest Public Health Commission checkpoint for analysis to determin-” You click the radio off. You’d hoped that some music might calm the two of you down, but it looks like ODA has already hijacked every major station in order to broadcast instructions and information. Traffic is exactly as bad as you were worried it would be. In about thirty minutes, you’ve hardly moved at all. Unless the evacuation speeds up quite a bit, you and Leo could be here for hours. Speaking of Leo, you notice that he’s been suspiciously quiet for a while, now. You look over at him, since driving isn’t taking much of your attention at the moment, and ask him, “Are you okay?”. He is pulled out of his thoughts for a moment, and offers a confused “Huh?” before registering what you asked, and replying, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” To illustrate, he pats himself down, showing that he has no injuries. He turns away just stares out the window. That’s not what you were asking about and he knows that. You reach out and put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re worried about Grace, aren’t you?”. He is quiet for a short few seconds, before turning and looking at you with a very worried expression, “During each of these outbreaks, so many people, especially police, die before ODA shows up.” Ah. You need to shut down that train of thought before it goes much further. “I just can’t stop thinking, what if Grace-” “Leo, your sister is one of the finest officers, and, honestly, one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” You’re speaking with a tone that is both stern and reassuring, “Trust me when I say that the outbreak had no idea who it was dealing with when it hit this city.” He seems to relax, if only a little, “I know… I know she can do it, but I’m just… I’m worried, is all.” “And that’s why she tells everyone that she has the best little brother in the world.” He smiles and blushes slightly. You shift slightly in your seat as you make yourself more comfortable for the long wait you’re in for. Your wet panties rub up against you as you do, reminding you of your prior lapse in control. Worse yet, reminding you that you actually still have to go. You really did not think that deciding not to use the bathroom or grab spare clothes would come back to bite you so quickly and harshly. An ambulance speeds past you, heading back into the city, sirens blaring. It does nothing to put either of you at ease. You decide to try and do away with the somber mood, at least a little bit, and ask Leo some basic questions about how his classes have been going, what he’s been up to lately, anything that makes the two of you think about stuff other than devastation behind you. He seems to brighten up a little after each question, and truthfully, you do, too. Another twenty-five minutes has passed. The row of cars has moved up much farther and faster than it had been going, but you’re still nowhere near the exit. Your bladder is begging for release, and you can tell it won’t be long before you could start to leak. After conversation dried up, Leo simply placed his phone between the two of you, and played some music through it. You look over at him once again to see how he’s holding up. Interestingly, you notice that, despite that fact that he supposedly wet his underwear, he’s actually pressing his legs together and bouncing one of them up and down. It looks like he could use a bathroom, too. It feels like hours and days are passing instead of minutes as your need rises and rises. You take a quick glance at Leo to make sure he’s still looking out of his window, and not at you, before lowering your left hand to your groin to hold yourself. You press your hand tightly against your privates, trying to prevent any leaks. You’ve gotten lucky so far, as your pee only wet your panties and legs, and hasn’t shown up on your long skirt, yet. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” The question startles you, and it takes you a second to formulate an answer as you stutter out, “Wha- oh! Y-yes. I could stand a visit to a toilet,” you don’t like discussing these kinds of “needs” with other people, particularly with men, but at least you can count of Leo to be understanding about it. Besides, he’s in no position to judge, he’s in exactly the same boat you are. “Me, too,” He looks to the interminably long line of cars ahead of you, and says, “Hey, if we don’t make it to one, I doubt we’ll be the only ones. Honestly, when the alarms started, and the infected guy came to my door, I thought I was just gonna pee my pants then and there, so I’m actually doing pretty well, right now.” The row of cars begins to move at an almost steady rate, and you turn your attention to keeping up with it. The distraction helps you for a moment, but then… Pss… Your eyes widen as you feel a spurt escape and dampen your panties. Psss… Another, longer spurt slips out, and you can feel the hot urine begin to travel downwards, reaching your butt. Much more and you’ll actually be wetting your skirt, for everyone to see. No longer caring about your friend seeing, you jam your hand back into your crotch to hold yourself, and push your thighs together as tightly as you can. Leo takes notice, and asks, “Angela, are you all right?” “I… really need the restroom...” Is all you need to say. He gives you a sympathetic nod. The music from Leo’s phone is interrupted suddenly by his ringtone, making both of you jump. He picks it up, and excitedly exclaims “It’s Grace!” as he puts it to his ear. You can’t hear what Grace may be saying, but you do hear Leo: “Grace, oh thank God you’re… Uh, we’re on the evac road. Why? … What?! … Okay, where? … Okay. I’ll see you soon.” “That didn’t sound like good news.” “We have to get off this route, now.” “Why, what’s wrong?” You fail to keep the concern out of your voice. “I don’t know, but Grace said that the outbreak is worse than they thought. They won’t be able to protect this route for much longer.” You can feel worry manifesting as nausea inside you. Leo continues, “They’re gonna start telling people to head to shelters throughout the city and wait for rescue, but if we start heading there now, we’ll be one of the first people to reach one.” As much as you absolutely hate the thought of heading back towards the outbreak, you know that Grace wouldn’t tell you to do anything unless she knew it was the right thing to do, “Where is it?” “She’s at the police station, it’s where they’re setting one up.” “Got it,” under normal circumstances, you’d never do anything reckless while driving, but these are not normal circumstances. You veer to the left, pulling out of your lane and swerving into another. The confused drivers behind you aren’t complaining as they get to move up a spot. Now in the virtually empty lane heading back into town, you floor it. Psss… You can feel more piss leaking out into your underwear as you speed down the road. You do your best to ignore the warm wetness congregating between your thighs. The deeper you go back into town, the more apparent it is that things have gotten bad. Already, you can see broken doors and windows, signs of conflict, and the sounds have not gotten any better. Still screaming and shouting. Still gunfire. There’s hardly anyone walking around outside, now, and it is not hard to understand why. The only people you see are carrying packs of supplies, and hurrying towards the evacuation route. You press on, navigating the familiar streets towards Grace’s station. As you make a turn, you slam on the brakes as your car nearly plows into the wreckage of two cars that appear to have smashed into one another. They effectively block the whole road. “Oh, deary me...” you say, dejectedly. This is the only road to the station that won’t take a long while to reach, or that the police haven’t already barricaded. Of course it would be blocked. On either side of the wreck are two apartment complexes. Looking at them, you unbuckle yourself and open your door, saying “Well, come on.” “You’re not seriously just thinking of walking the rest of the way, are you?” Leo asks incredulously. “I’d rather not if we can help it. I’m hoping that maybe someone inside one of these apartments can help us out, maybe give us a ride to the shelter. If not, we can take one of the long ways there.” You start walking towards the complex, revolver in one hand, keys in the other as you turn around and tap a button to lock your car. Like Leo, you feel weird holding the gun, like it doesn’t belong. Leo takes a moment collecting his pack while you reach the door. You slowly and gingerly push it open, peering inside. A woman just on the other side snaps to look at you, and immediately growls. You raise your arms to defend yourself, but she is on you almost immediately, grabbing and grappling with you. She is pushing you back, and has an iron grip on both of your arms. As she slings your arm around, your grip on your keys loosens, and they fly out of your hand. Your grip on your bladder loosens, as well. All the desperation that had been plaguing you strikes at once, and your body offers no resistance as golden urine sprays out of you and into your panties. With a powerful hiss, you can feel several rivulets winding down your legs, and a solid stream falls between them, splashing loudly and puddling on the ground. Tears well in your eyes, from a mixture of relief, shame, and fear. “Leo!! Help me!!” You scream, urgently. You can hear him as he runs towards you. You can see him pick up a brick off the ground, and he raises it into the air as he runs towards you. Once he reaches you, he brings it down as hard as he can on the infected woman’s head, creating a disgusting sound you hope you’ll be able to repress. She falls to the ground, twitching, but otherwise unmoving. Leo drops the brick and grabs your arms, looking for any injuries, “Are you hurt?” he asks breathlessly. You’re panting hard, and sweat has drenched your forehead. Your arms sting from being grappled so ferociously, but otherwise you’re unharmed. You tell Leo as much. You can see him look down at the puddle you’ve created, and you can feel yourself go red in the face. He doesn’t make a single comment about it, but you’re both very aware of what happened: you just completely pissed on yourself. “Let’s just keep driving,” he suggests. He puts one arm around you to steady you as you walk, since you’re still reeling and still shaking from the encounter. You reach the car and try the handle, only to have your blood run cold as you remember that the infected woman made you throw the keys somewhere. “No no no no no... ” You mutter to yourself as you turn around and begin frantically searching the ground for your keys. You hope to see anything, just the glinting of light off of them, but there’s nothing. Now you can feel tears of frustration welling in your eyes. There’s a loud sound close by, the sound of rending metal and shattering glass. Another wreck. You can hear shouting, and some gunfire. They’re getting close, now. Very close. There’s no time to search for the keys, you’ve got to move, now. You and Leo decide to try the apartments on the other side, hoping it will be a little calmer. You open the door, quickly jumping back this time, just in case, but are relieved to see that it’s empty inside. The two of you walk inside. Things are a mess; papers and office supplies are strewn everywhere, garbage bins are tipped over, and chairs and tables are overturned. Both you and Leo keep your guns ready as you step quickly through the place. Your shoes give off a faint, wet squelch with every step, keeping your shame alive. “Man, just look at this place...” Leo muses as he picks up a discarded and broken phone. “They left in a hurry, all right.” You can hear a sound anywhere else in the building, so you can’t help but suspect you might be the only ones here, “I don’t think there’s anybody here who can help us. Let’s just try and find an exit that puts on the other side of the wreck.” You do find another door, but this one appears to have been pretty seriously barricaded. It would take you and Leo some time to dismantle it, and it honestly would just be faster to climb through a window. You walk along the wall until you find a decent sized window that you could climb through. You find the lock on it, and once you have it unlocked, turn around to get Leo’s attention, “Hey! Over here, we can get through!” You can see that Leo was busy noticing the door to the lobby’s bathroom, but he turns and smiles at the news, “Oh, good.” He walks towards you, away from the bathroom. Leo would be too selfless to ask you to wait for him. “We can take a second to use the restroom, you know. I’ve um, gotta clean up, anyway,” You shudder slightly, feeling the now itchy wetness stinging your thighs. “You sure?” “Yes, I’m sur-” Midway through the sentence, Leo goes wide-eyed and ducks, pulling you down with him. You both kneel with your knees on the ground, making sure to keep low enough that no part of you is above the windowsill. It doesn’t take long for the source of Leo’s panic to become apparent, as a slow moving silhouette passes by, casting a shadow across the floor around you. A sharp smell stings your nostrils, like ammonia. You figure it must just be the urine still clinging to you and your clothes, but as you look at Leo, you see the real source. He has his right hand over his mouth, and his left hand buried in his crotch. A large, wet stain is forming around his hand. Very faintly, you can hear the hiss of his wetting. The stain stops spreading once it gets about halfway down his thighs, and he’s able to regain control. Your heart aches for him as you see tears forming in his eyes. You reach over and pull him close to you. After a long moment, the shadow finally wanders off. You wait a little longer just to be safe, and then the two of you make your way to the bathrooms as quickly as you can. As much as you hate to waste time doing it, the two of you need to clean up. Besides, you need a minute to collect yourselves, and decide on what to do. The area outside the complex clearly is unsafe, but you only saw one infected. With Leo’s marksmanship, one or two infected should be pretty easy pickings. Of course, you could find another exit, and try to sneak around any of the infected. It will take longer, but it will be much easier on your supplies and health. Either way, the police station is not far, and you’ll be able to reach it soon. So, what do you choose? A). Fight your way there. There likely aren’t that many infected, and any supplies you lose along can be reimbursed at the station. Time is of the essence, after all. B). Sneak around. Finding paths and waiting for opportunities takes a lot of time, but is much less dangerous.
  14. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    The vote's actually tied at 4v4 right now, so I'm gonna wait about 30 minutes to an hour, and if it still is, I'll just flip a coin or something.
  15. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    I'm a few hours later than I thought I'd be, but here's the first chapter of the Contagion! It's a little different from what I normally write, and there's not much focus on omo yet (there is still an accident in this chapter), but this is just to establish everything and get the ball rolling. Wettings and messings of all kinds will become a big focus as soon as possible. For now, go ahead and vote, and I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I apologize for any grammar mistakes or nonsense sentences. I managed to get myself really sick, and I'm writing this whilst a little loopy. You speed down the road, completely ignoring lights and speed limits. The other side of the road is completely packed with cars. An unmoving line of cars, all desperately trying to evacuate the city. You suppose you should thank God for small miracles; nobody in their right mind is trying to drive deeper into town except for you, but you’ve got an important job to do. You can still vividly recall the chill that raced through your body when the alarms sounded. All the emergency alerts broadcasting over every television, radio, and phone. The sudden panic and fear. The sounds of chaos outside as the outbreak unfolded. You barely had time to grab any of your things and get to your car before Grace texted you a single sentence: “FIND LEO. LEAVE THE CITY.” You knew that she’d have her hands full. Every last police officer, doctor, and nurse in the city would be doing everything they could to fight the outbreak. The procedure for these things had become relatively simple: government officials hold the line, aid in evacuations, and wait for ODA. ODA then neutralizes the infection. Easy. You just have to get Leo and then get out of the city, to the shelter they’ll be establishing on the outskirts of town. Poor Leo, you think to yourself, He’s probably scared to death. Of course, you were also scared to death. Thinking about it makes you notice just how rapidly you’d been tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. Bouncing your leg as fast as you could. Your heart thump-thump-thumping in your ears, blocking out the horrible sounds outside. You inhale sharply. Steeling yourself. Your friend needs your help, and he needs it now. You make a few quick turns, and find yourself on their street. A car, packed full of supplies, speeds by you as fast as it will go. For a brief moment, you can see the terrified faces of the family inside. But, they wouldn’t be leaving that fast unless… You can’t fully bring yourself to consider it. You slam on the brakes hard as you spot someone at the door to Grace and Leo’s house. He’s banging on it. Slamming into it. He fiddles with the knob, but the door doesn’t budge. You can hear him, he’s shouting, in a slurring, panting voice, “Grace! Leo! I need help!! I nee-” His pounding and shouting stop momentarily as he catches his breath, then resumes, immediately calling for help. You’ve seen him before, this is the Taylor’s neighbor. And you’re pretty sure he’s infected. You reach a trembling hand over to your glove compartment, and pop it open. Inside, you see a small revolver, and a couple little boxes of bullets. You have never been so happy that Grace convinced you to buy this. Picking it up, you prepare to leave the vehicle, but find that you can’t bring yourself to open the door. Your body feels numb, and you think you might vomit, pass out, wet yourself, or any combination of the three. You clutch the firearm tightly, and throw the door open, forcing yourself to step out of your car. The man is continuing to beat on the door, calling for Grace and Leo; he doesn’t seem to have noticed your presence. Your heart is beating faster and louder than before, like it could pop at any moment. With a gun, maybe you could deal with an infected person, but… Well, you’re absolutely terrified right now. Besides, you know about a certain structural weakness in the Taylor’s house. One of the windows around the back never locks properly, and can be opened pretty easily from the outside. You just have to sneak around to the back without the man noticing you. Easy. You move up to some garbage cans, and crouch behind them. You’re breathing heavily already. I can’t… I can’t do this… Every part of your brain is screaming to run back to the car and drive away, but you can’t just leave Leo. He’s probably alone, just waiting for either you or Grace to come back for him. The thought kills your heart, and fills you with the determination you need. You run, as quickly and quietly as you can, from the garbage cans to the side of the house. You whip around, gun ready, expecting for the man to notice you and run at you any second now. But… he doesn’t. You might actually be able to do this. Walking backwards in case he tries to come around while you’re not looking, you make your way to the back of the house. The first window on your right- that’s the loose one. Despite being broken, no one would be able to tell just by looking. Even knowing it’s broken, it still takes some doing to actually open it from the outside. You set to work, and as you do, sudden sounds of clamor and chaos erupt only a few blocks down. You can hear sirens, and shouting. Lots of shouting. Sweat forms on your brow, This outbreak… It’s a bad one. A few pillars of smoke begin to billow upwards, towards the sky. You’re breathing so fast, almost hyperventilating, when the window finally opens. You gasp, then sigh in relief as your way into the house is secured. You climb in, and in a hushed voice say “Leo! Leo! It’s me, it’s Angie! Where are you?” Their house looks to be in good condition; nothing is damaged or misplaced. Being optimistic, that means that no one else has entered their house, and that Leo hasn’t tried to pack up and leave, yet. The man pounds on the door again, and hard. Looking to the door, you see a couple chairs are propped up against it, acting as an impromptu barricade. Even so, the sound almost makes your heart stop. You cover your mouth to keep from making a sound, and you clench your legs as a quick jet of urine stains your panties. The leak was very minor and very brief, but you can still feel it spreading around your groin. You can change later, but for now, you have a job to do. You walk towards the bedrooms. The doors to both the guest room and Grace’s room are open, but Leo’s is closed. You head towards it, and lightly rap your knuckles against it. After no one answers, you try to turn the doorknob, but are not surprised to find it locked. “Leo?!” There is no reply. Of course, why would there be!, you realize, Someone’s been calling his name for the last half hour, now I’m just doing that from inside his house. This is probably only putting him more on edge. You don’t know much about the Contagion, but apparently it induces some sort of dementia before turning its victims completely feral. The man outside is likely suffering from the dementia phase of the infection, and Leo has no way of knowing that she isn’t, too. “Leo, please, if you’re in there, open the door. Your sister sent me to get you and get out of here. I think the man outside is infected, we have to hurry!” There’s a short but arduous silence, when a voice comes from behind the door, “Y-you’re fine, right Angie?” You know what he is asking about. “I’m not infected, Leo, now come on.” The door finally opens, and Leo’s diminutive frame is visible. He looks extremely nervous and anxious. He simply regards you for a moment, then lunges forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. You happily hug him back. As you expected, he’d been very scared. “Thank God you’re here! I didn’t wanna be alone!” After he breaks off the embrace, he speaks, “I started to pack up some supplies, but when things got bad, I had to hole up in here,” he steps back into his room in picks up a backpack, about two-thirds filled with food,m medicine, and survival supplies. You smile at him, because these will be very useful. He throws the backpack around his shoulder, and slides his arms through the straps. The pounding at the door resumes, very loudly. The cries for help have devolved into simple grunting and groaning as the man continues to slam everything he has into the door. “Do you have a weapon?” You ask urgently. Leo responds by reaching into his hoodie’s large pocket and sliding out a small handgun. “I grabbed it from the safe in Grace’s room,” The image strikes you as funny, as he’s much too innocent to be holding a gun. Even he seems to think so, as he has an almost guilty expression on his face as he holds it. “Good,” You answer, “You might need it.” You start walking back into the living room, where you entered. Leo follows closely behind you. Everything is quiet. You walk past several of their belongings, and you wonder if Leo must be restraining himself from trying to bring everything with him. Something unnerves you as walk through the room, though. Like something’s missing. Leo gasps quietly, and looks towards the door, very quietly whispering, “Angie, he’s gone.” “Oh, dear,” You feel like an idiot for not realizing it immediately, but the man at the door seems to have left. Unlike before, he isn’t just catching his breath, he’s gone. You look back to the window you entered through, and can see him just entering the backyard. He spots the window, and meanders towards it. “Leo, open the door, fast!” you say, trying to camouflage your panic. Leo begins to dismantle the barricade he’d built, while you aim your revolver at the window. The man steps inside through the open window. He stumbles slightly, but regains his footing, and looks up at the two of you. Your suspicions about him being infected appear to be correct, as his skin has become very pale, and little trails of blood run from his eyes, nose, and mouth. You point the gun towards him, your arms shaking so badly you fear you might drop the gun. That numbness returns to your body, and you can feel your grip on your bladder loosening. As he steps towards you, the wet spot around your privates is warmed up once again by more piss. A short series of spurts is released, none any longer than about a second. Several droplets wind their way down your thighs. You start to take a few steps back. The infected man makes a low, guttural growl as he continues to advance. The light trickling of pee down your legs continues. You’re shaking too much to even aim the revolver properly. The creak of a door opening catches your attention, and Leo shouts “It’s open, come on!”. You needed no other motivation to turn and run. The two of you sprint for your car, running harder than you ever have in your life. You hear the infected man behind you, running, catching up to you. He grabs the back of your sweater, and pulls you backwards, towards him. You can’t help it as a scream escapes your throat. Leo turns around, shouting, “Oh shit!” as he fumbles with the gun in his pocket, trying to pull it out. Once he yanks it out, he runs over, takes aim, and shoots. You do your best to ignore the warm spray of viscera that makes its way onto you, and focus on the positives, such as how the man has let go of you. Leo offers you his hand, and helps you to your feet. “Angie, are you ok?!” he begins inspecting you all over, searching for damage. You’re a little wobbly, but he helps to steady you. You tell him you’re fine, and hurry into the driver’s seat of the car. He jumps into the passenger seat. You wish that you could just sit there for a moment and rest, but you have to get moving. You start the car, and head towards the evacuation route. After a short moment of both of you just appreciating the quiet, you hand Leo your phone, “Text your sister for me, let her know that I’ve got you and that we’re both all right.” He picks up your phone and begins typing. You find yourself struggling not to turn and watch the events around you. Police cars, ambulances, firetrucks, even SWAT vehicles are racing through the streets, rushing to contain the outbreak. You focus on the road in front of you, blocking out everything that isn’t immediately relevant. Slowly but surely, the cool wetness on your thighs and groin worms its way into your mind. It isn’t the first time you’ve pissed yourself out of fear, but that doesn’t make it any more pleasant. At least you were able to keep it from being a full-blown accident. However, thinking of your wetting makes you realize something distressing, “Oh, man...” you say in an agitated voice. “What? What is it?” Leo responds, sitting up quickly, ready to spring to action. “Nothing, just...” You try to think of a way to phrase it to him, “I had to hurry, so I wasn’t able to pack anything. I don’t have any spare clothes.” “Oh. Is that a big problem? They might not fit great, but you can just borrow some of mine,” Leo holds up his backpack to show her the clothes inside. “Thank you, Leo, but I don’t think you have the specific article that I need.” Leo might not be the most masculine person ever, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t wear panties. He looks at you quizzically, so you cave in and explain it to him, “I may have… lost control of my bladder… a bit.” “You peed yourself?” Leo’s bluntness makes you blush as you glance away from him. “I don’t blame you one bit, I peed a little, too,” you glance over, and notice he is sitting in a strange way, as if he’s trying to keep his underwear and his jeans apart. “If it helps, I can’t tell that you did at all.” “Thank you, I guess. I can’t tell you wet yourself, either.” The two of you give an awkward, embarrassed chuckle. “I won’t tell Grace if you won’t.” He says, with a half-serious, half-joking expression. “Deal.” Not far up ahead, you see the slow-moving traffic out of the city, through the evacuation route. Looking out your window, you can see more pillars of smoke, and you can hear the sounds of screaming and distant gunfire. Things are going south real fast, and you don’t want to be stuck in traffic if the chaos catches up to you. On the other hand, you have no idea if any other way out of the city is at all available or safe. Now is the point where I’ll begin rolling to see how well things go. With that in mind, let’s get our first narrative choice up. What will you do? A). Let’s look for a faster, less crowded exit. (More dangerous and unpredictable, greater chance at fear accidents.) B). Let’s take the evacuation route. (Slow but sure. Greatly increased chance for desperation accidents. However, if a low roll causes the infected to reach the route, it will get very dangerous.)