When I joined the force I didnt think I would ever have to draw my weapon. I lived in a small town, isolated from the city. Nothing ever happened here. Or so I thought. Overnight it took the form of a disease that infected the livestock. The rumor about Vaughn turned out to be true after all. He was the first human to be infected. Then others in town fell victim to it. On the other side of town, I saw it reached them as well. Knowing my sworn oath was to protect and serve, I thought to myself, "the hell with that," and fled as the world fell into chaos. I was too scared to face those things. Seeing them for myself, I knew I stood no chance. My job use to be patrolling the streets and answering distress calls. I wasnt about to die for my country, "fuck that." I hid until things died down. Atleast the sounds of war from a distance. I found and joined a group of survivors, seeking shelter, the same as I was. Scavenging resources and supplies were better with more hands. Seeing I was a cop and I had a firearm with a decent supply of ammunition. They tasked me as their second in command. I followed them to their camp they crafted from an abandoned restaurant. With the exception of two other cops like myself, none of them had any combat experience. I kept it to myself that, I didnt either.
I ran with them for a few weeks until they found themselves in a sticky situation. One of their scouts picked up a massive horde of those things approaching during the night. They all got ready to defend themselves, while I used the opportunity and commotion to gather enough supplies I could carry and leave them to die. I wasnt that desperate to live. I pushed Gabrielle out of my way with no feelings of guilt or remorse. She was a good lay during my time here, but seeing as things changed. I didnt have any real intentions of being with her. I made it as far as the next town, before I found a plaza in the middle of nowhere. There I saw a diner that looked vacant, attached to a motel where I could rest.
It smelt horrible. I saw limbs of what I assumed was the desk clerk. I didnt risk running out of gas on the side of the road, so I took a room key and braced myself for whatever. It wasnt as rundown as I anticipated. The room was actually decent, compared to the appearance of the motel outside. I tossed my bag alongside the bed and threw myself onto the mattress. I had a strange odor to it, but it was tolerable. I gazed upon the clock on the nightstand, seeing what time it was. I had a couple hours before midnight. Those things tend to be more docile during the night. During the day is when they are most active. I slowly started to feel myself getting comfortable and drifting into a quick slumber.
I woke up minutes after ten. I overheard something. Sounded like someone was in the room next door. I peeked outside seeing no other cars but the one I arrived in. I armed myself and cautiously proceeded to the room next to mine. I tried to look inside, but the windows were boarded up with what looked like newspapers. I was expecting some old veteran to answer the door or some hermit conspiracy theorist. If it was a thief, seeing the cop uniform would usually scare them off. It made them think twice about robbing me. The door was locked. I gave it a slight kick and barged in, armed and loaded. What I saw was no bandit. The noise that woke me up was one of those things.
From the looks of it, the creature was previously chained to the bed. Observing its condition, it hasnt been deceased for long. Parts of its flesh were still fresh. I quickly clenched my gun in its direction, aiming for its head. I was stopped by the man underneath it. While it ate him, he begged me not to kill his daughter. She was all he had left. It was hard to focus with him being devoured as he was pleading his case. I thought it was an easy kill. But I couldnt force my hand to pull the trigger. Observing the creature further, I realized it was naked. I noticed between its legs there were traces of a white substance. It became obvious to me what this man been doing. The room was filled with the smell of death. The bed was drenched in dried stains of blood and whatever else. For God knows how long, this guy been feeding this thing. Not to mention the incest relationship they mustve had. I realized too late that he was long gone and it was crawling towards me. I kicked it hard in its face, aiming my gun in its path. I hesitated again. As it recovered, it shrieked and launched itself at me. I left, pressing against the door holding it shut with the creature on the other side. Those things are usually strong enough to barge through, but this one was different. I barely felt the door move as it ran into the door to get past it. For some reason I recall a conversation I had months ago. Vaughn was telling me about his time in the war. I will never forget his confession, infiltrating the estate of a terrorist, and forcing him to watch his wife get molested. Vaughn described his daughter being short despite her adult age. He said they kept her prisoner for days as they took turns filling her to the brim. Vaughn elaborated he let off the biggest load in his life, because she was so tight. Since that day, I guess he has been experimenting to feel that same sensation again. My cock was throbbing as I remembered that. It wasnt the best time to pop a boner, but considering the circumstances I thought of an idea to relief myself. It was pretty stupid, but I was curious.
