Angela's Apocalypse

Welcome to part 3 of Angela's Apocalypse. This story has bisexual people enjoying bisexual group sex. If that doesn't do it for you this might be a skip. This story also features aspects of loneliness and grief. Everyone involved in sexual encounters are 18+ and all characters are mine. Hope you enjoy!

Angela's Apocalypse: The Wrench in the Works

October 2043

Angela, Rivers, and Rhodes arrived a little ahead of the advertised meeting time on the flyer for The Safety. They stood in a large playing field. Dilapidated goal posts stood rusted and strung with rotted netting that flapped in the breeze. The fall sun shone brightly giving a false sense of heat. The shade of the trees reminded the small group that it was, in fact, quite chilly out despite the patches of sweat that gathered under their heavy clothes as they walked in the sunshine.

"Where are they?" Angela asked quietly looking around.

"I don't know," Rhodes grumbled. He brushed his hand down her arm. "I'm sure they'll be here soon."

"Something feels weird about this," Rivers said.

There was a rustle of leaves and Angela turned toward it quickly.

"The wind," Rhodes said. "It's breezy."

"Not just then," Angela pointed out.

The air around them was too still as if it was also waiting. Suddenly, out of nowhere a huge hairy man came rushing out of the bushes and scooped Rhodes up around his waist running off down the fields with him.

Angela had no time to react before a skinny girl had grabbed her and flung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and raced off after the man who carried Rhodes.

"Fuck!" Rivers shouted and grimaced at the same time.

A moaning reply of the undead greeted his ears and one came shambling out of a copse of trees nearby, followed by two others.

"Shit," he grumbled and ran after the skinny girl.

The undead were persistent and ruthless but they had to keep track of you to catch you. In general, they were slow, stiff with death, so running away was usually more effective than putting them down. Unless you got caught in a mob or worse, a horde.

Rivers almost lost the girl, and he cursed his surprise induced hesitation. He gritted his teeth and picked up the pace, closing the distance between him and the girl quickly. She was probably slowed down due to Angela's struggles.

He grinned as he ran after them, noting Angela pulling at the girl's hair, punching her back and kicking her legs madly. The girl suddenly darted to the left and Rivers followed quickly only to run face first straight into a muscular arm knocking him onto his back. He clutched his face as blood burst into his mouth.

"Fuck," he bubbled.

He looked up and saw the huge hairy man holding Rhodes tightly, arm across his neck, a hand pressed over his mouth firmly. Rhodes clawed at the arm, leaving crimson trails in the wake of his fingernails, but the man barely seemed to notice. The girl held Angela in a similar way, hand over her mouth, both her wrists clutched in one hand.

"What -- " Rivers began and started to sit up.

"Shut up," the man whispered, spraying him with spittle. "Stay down."

"Gross dad," the girl whispered.

"I said shut up," the man hissed.

"Stop spitting everywhere," the girl hissed back.

The man scowled at her but wiped his hand over his mouth.

"Sheesh," he muttered annoyed.

"What --" Rivers tried again in a whisper.

"I said shut up," the man said. He turned to Rhodes. "If I let you go, will you keep quiet and stay down?"

Rhodes glanced at Rivers, then over to the girl now crouched to the ground, forcing Angela to her knees, hands and mouth still bound in the girl's tight grip. He nodded slowly. The man slowly removed his hand. Rhodes sucked in a breath quietly and rotated his sore shoulder a little after the man pulled his arm away.

Rhodes fell to his knees and crawled to Rivers. He inspected his husband's bloody mouth, swiping the blood away carefully, noting cuts from where his teeth had sliced his lips. He pressed a kiss to Rivers' forehead and whispered to him.

"Just some split lips, you're OK," he said.

Rivers nodded gravely. Rhodes stood and rounded on the man. The man grabbed his arm and pulled him down again roughly.

"What the fuck do you not understand about shut up and stay down?" the man hissed.

Rhodes wrenched his arm from the man's grasp and glanced behind him. The girl still held Angela tight, but the hand over her mouth had been moved to hold her hair.

"You can let us all go, we were --" Rhodes whispered.

"Oh my god, shut up," the girl hissed from behind him. "We'll explain in a minute I swear, but right now, shut. The fuck. Up."

Rivers bared his bloody teeth which should have been intimidating, but the girl just rolled her eyes and jerked her head towards where the hairy man crouched staring out through a small gap in the thick brush.

Five people in full tactical gear and bright red armbands emblazoned with an S surrounded by a diamond shape came trudging into the clearing. The three undead were shuffling around aimlessly. Having lost their targets, they quickly got distracted.

"More undead, no one is ever here," one man said, pulling off his helmet.

"Dammit, keep your helmet on. Are you fucking stoned?" another person reprimanded.

The first man rolled his eyes.

"It's only three," he held up his gun and shot all three quickly.

The girl behind Angela grimaced and her hold on Angela loosened a little as she looked around her for more undead.

"Oh my god, you fucking idiot," a third person said. "No one is here, let's just go before he draws a fucking horde."

"We have to wait ten minutes like always," a fourth person reported glancing down at their wrist.

"No one has come in months! We can just snatch 'em anyway," the man with no helmet said.

"Garcia, I swear to Christ, put your fucking helmet on," the first person said dangerously.

"Fuck you Margaret," Garcia replied. "If you insist on making us wait..."

Garcia pulled a pack of cigarettes from one of his many pockets and extracted one from the pack along with a fold of a paper matches. He used one to light his cigarette.

"You're such an idiot."

"You already said that Grant," Garcia snapped.

He pulled a face as he sucked on the cigarette.

"Fuck, I miss fresh cigarettes," he said.

"You could quit," Margaret suggested.

"You could suck my dick," Garcia retorted.

"Can't, forgot my tweezers," she spat.

Garcia's face reddened but he just turned from the group and huffed out a smoky 'Whatever' and walked a little way off. He stared directly at the patch of bushes the group was hiding in.

Rhodes almost called out to them, but when he glanced at the man who had scooped him up, he turned his eyes to him. There was a deep pleading in his face, begging him to stay quiet. He slowly brought his hands up, pressed together, his mouth formed the word 'please' and he pressed a finger to his lips.

Rhodes sighed silently and nodded. He looked over at Angela then at Rivers crouched next to him and pressed a finger to his lips. Rivers crossed his arms over his chest but didn't make a sound. Angela nodded and at her nod the girl lowered her arms releasing her wrists from her weirdly iron grip.

Angela glanced at the girl and gave a small smile as she rubbed her shoulders and wrists.

"Mags maybe we should go," Grant said going to her side.

Margaret glanced around then down to her wrist.

"Yeah, maybe," she said.

"Oh! When Grant suggests it, it's fine!" Garcia shouted, turning from the bushes and walking back towards the group.

"God, why did I join this branch?" the fourth person grumbled.

"Fuck! You! Joanie!" Garcia shouted.

"Garcia, stop shouting." Margaret's head fell forward like she wanted to rub a hand over her head. "Let's just fucking go, no one is showing."

"Finally," Garcia grumbled.

"You're such a dick," Joanie grumbled.

"Eat glass, Joanie," Garcia spat and pulled on his helmet.

The other three shook their heads as they trudged off the playfields towards some unknown location.

Rhodes sighed out a breath as they left. When they were out of view, he turned his gaze to the man who had snatched him from the meeting spot.

"We were trying to go with them," Rhodes said quietly.

"I know," the man said. He rubbed a hand over his face. "They would have killed you."

Rhodes shook his head with a scoff.

"Why would they do that? Cannibals?" Rivers asked.

"No, they're not that depraved," the girl said. "They only take kids."

Angela flinched and her face hardened.

"No, that can't be right. They didn't take Caleb, he was just a kid," she said her eyes pricking as they filled with tears.

Rhodes stood cautiously watching the big man and the skinny girl as he approached Angela. Once by her side he crouched down and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. The girl regarded them for a moment, glancing at Rivers who stayed seated on the ground.

"Uhm, who is Caleb?" she asked.

Rhodes pulled his lips back over his teeth as if he was about to say something snide, but Angela spoke before he could.

"My son. They took my daughter, but they shot my son, so your kids only theory is debunked," Angela said, swiping a thumb roughly under one eye.

"How old were they?" the girl asked gently.

"Caleb was 17, Heidi 13, she should be 14 now," Angela said.

The girl sighed and nodded slowly.

"He was too old. Sounds like your girl just barely qualified, does she look younger than she is?" the girl pressed.

"Well...yes, she was 13 when she was abducted but could probably pass for 11 maybe 10 if you didn't look too hard," Angela admitted.

The girl nodded again.

"Yeah, 17 is too old. I bet he looked his age huh?" the girl asked.

"He looked older, got that from his..." Angela's voice hitched, and Rhodes pulled her closer to him.

"What the fuck is this?" Rhodes asked.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to...to dredge up traumas," the man grumbled. He turned his gaze to the seething but still seated Rivers. "But she's telling the truth. They only take kids, they're easier to brainwash, less resistant."

"Resistant to what?" Rivers growled.

"To the way they function in their community. It's...terrible," the man said.

"OK, well what about our boy?" Rivers spat. "He was 15, snatched a few weeks ago, by those same people. Didn't appear young, he was tall, gangly, clearly a teenager. Why take him?"

The girl and the man exchanged a look and their faces fell.

"Experiments probably," the girl said.

"What...what kind of experiments? With the undead?" Rivers choked out.

The girl shook her head.

"No, something worse probably, something...well..." She swiped her fingers under her eyes. "We should find a more secure place to talk, trade information."

The large hairy man stood and held out a hand to Rivers. He scowled at it for a minute then accepted the man's help.

"I agree sweet girl. I apologize for the ambush, there just wasn't time to explain before they arrived. I'm Aric, that's my daughter Callie," the man said.

Angela's face paled as she looked between the two people. Aric's face was covered with a huge bushy beard and Callie was so tall, her face had lost the softness it used to have, and she was devastatingly beautiful. Of course it was her, she could see it now.

"Oh my god," Angela breathed out. "You're Aric and Callie."

"Yeah, he just said," Callie replied.

"Where's Darin?" Angela asked.

Noise seemed to erupt all at once, Rhodes and Rivers asking how she knew them, Aric and Callie asking what she knew about Darin. It startled her and she jumped, shuffling away from everyone quickly. A lull in the outburst rang with silence and Rhodes stared at her, his face near devastation.

"Angie, have you played us?" Rhodes asked.

"What? No! It's the picture!" Angela said desperately.

"What picture?" Rivers demanded.

"What do you know about Darin?" Aric grabbed her arm and shook hard.

"Ow! Let go, that hurts," Angela sputtered.

Rhodes roughly pushed Aric off Angela. Aric shoved him back. Rivers shouldered in front of Rhodes putting himself between the two men. Callie's eyes had gone yellow and feral, and she growled menacingly.

"Stop! I don't know anything about Darin! I've been living in your house for more than a year. I saw the picture on the fridge from your trip to France. That picture Rivers!" Angela said quickly, trying to defuse things.

"I didn't see the picture, Angie. You never said anything," Rivers said still staring daggers at Aric whose gaze had turned soft and unfocused.

"I didn't...I guess..." Angela sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before continuing. "The people in the picture where...well kind of like my imaginary friends. But when you and Rhodes showed up...I guess I didn't need imaginary friends anymore," Angela said.

"I think I remember seeing a picture on the fridge," Rhodes admitted.

"You were ten," Aric said looking at Callie. "God, Darin got so sick halfway through the flight. Do you remember?"

"How could I forget? I had to prep my sick bag for him. He was so disappointed that he forgot to take another pill."

Callie let out a sound that was between a sob and a laugh.

"Where is he?" Angela asked, dreading the answer.

"He's...he's trapped. With The Safety," Aric said. "We've been trying to get him out for weeks."

"Months, dad. We've been trying to rescue daddy for months. We're so close," Callie said.

Aric buried his face in his hands. Callie went to her dad and wrapped her arms around his shoulders shushing and soothing him.

"Why is he trapped? He's not a kid," Angela said bluntly.

"That's a long story," Callie said. "We should get somewhere safe."

"Let's head to your house. It's not far about twenty-five minutes by way of the greenbelt," Angela said.

Rhodes huffed out an annoyed grunt. Angela looked between him and Rivers, who was glaring at her.

"Please guys, it's not like they don't know where it is. It was their home to begin with," she said.

"Why haven't you tried to come back?" Rivers asked as they began to make their way through the greenbelt, avoiding the main roads lest The Safety be lurking around.

"It's too painful," Aric said quietly. "There's too much of Darin there."

~~

Their story was almost unbelievable. Aric, Darin and Callie had escaped their suburban home just as the virus appeared in Seattle. They lived in the rural mountains with Aric's mother during the worst of the outbreak. They had a hand crank radio that they listened to every day, picking up mostly military chatter and emergency broadcasts.

After a year of living in the mountains, Aric's mother passed seemingly of natural causes. Her health just started to decline steadily after Seattle fell. None of them were doctors or anything near it so they couldn't figure out what was wrong. She just began to slip away and one day she was gone.

Darin had been the one to put her down. He had found her already reanimated and did what had to be done. But he hadn't been the same after that. Aric tried to bring back the man he was, but he was fundamentally changed.

The three decided to leave the mountains. Life was getting harder, supplies were very low and though they could find most of what they needed in the forest, they hadn't heard any updates on the radio for a long time. They came down the mountain and started connecting with different groups.

In a way they were some of the founders of The Safety. It had started nobly enough, a community, with walls around it, built and maintained by those that lived inside. They would accept nearly anyone who needed help and that had been their downfall.

Monica had arrived with her group, a large one, somehow, she'd managed to keep ten people alive and thriving. They traveled in RVs, and when they reached The Safety, they were barely running, cobbled together, running on gasoline fumes. One was even towing another whose engine had completely petered out.

Letting Monica and her group in had poisoned the community. It was gradual, so gradual that the leadership didn't see it as the poison infiltrated their ranks. Darin had suspected he was always so suspicious of new people it was almost hard to believe him. But because of his suspicion the family had stashed go bags at a rendezvous point in the surrounding area, hidden well.

Eventually, there was a riot and Monica's loyal following slaughtered all of the leadership, taking control of The Safety. Aric and Callie had managed to escape, but Darin had been on security detail. He never made it to their meeting spot. For a long while they weren't sure if he was dead or alive. But about a month later, Callie went back to their old community and saw him still doing his security runs.

"So...he betrayed you?" Rhodes asked carefully. "He was part of the coup to overthrow the leadership?"

"No, I'm one hundred percent sure he's trapped and they're using him," Callie said.

"How can you be so sure of that?" Rivers asked.

Callie and Aric held each other's gaze for a long while, then she turned back to them.

"It's...kind of hard to believe. So, I'm going to need you to sort of...be open minded right now," Callie said.

Rivers, Rhodes, and Angela all exchanged a look. Aric sighed looking down at the picture cradled in his hands. He missed Darin so completely it was nearly consuming him.

"So...the undead, zombies are a thing, right? Like a real thing that we all thought was impossible, just the stuff of stories and comics" Callie said. The trio nodded. "Well, my daddy...Darin and I...we're werewolves."

Angela blinked and stared at Callie. Rhodes scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Rivers ran a hand over his chin. Angela was the only one who seemed like she might believe her and Callie leaned forward.

"Angela, how could I carry you and run so fast? You were struggling, you were pulling my hair. How could I keep such a tight grip on you? Where does all my strength come from?" Callie asked with a pleading voice.

Rhodes began to scoff again, and Angela put up a hand.

"No, I think..." Angela said. "I think I believe her. She makes a good point that zombies are fucking real, why are werewolves suddenly so off base? And when everyone was yelling at me, I saw her face transform somehow..."

Callie blushed deeply and sat back in her seat. She still didn't have super great control over her emotions when it was close to the full moon. Aric put a hand over his daughters and squeezed. Being away from her during her transformations was the worst time for him.

"Transform how?" Rivers asked.

"Her eyes went yellow, and her face just looked...I dunno feral. I swear her teeth were pointed," Angela said.

Callie blushed again.

"Can you please stop talking about her like she's not right here? If you have questions about it, you can ask her," Aric said gruffly.

Angela turned her gaze back to Callie and noted the redness of her face.

"I'm sorry," Angela said quietly. "That was insensitive."

Callie shrugged quickly. The group sat in silence for a second sipping water from bottles and staring at the dining table.

"So that's how I know for sure he's not betrayed us," Callie said. "He 'does security runs' during the full moon phase. As a werewolf we can't be infected with the virus, so it's easy for us to get close and you know...dispose of the undead. But last time I saw him, he was wearing this vicious looking collar. He was also a lot thinner than he usually is in his wolf form, I don't know if they're...letting him recover or feed properly."

Callie fell silent again as a few tears leaked down her cheeks. Angela reached her hand across the table covering one of Callie's.

"I don't know about Rhodes and Rivers, but I believe you. I'll help you rescue Darin," she promised.