Formless Apocalypse

I stepped into the chamber, finding the plain black bag leaned up against the glass wall. I picked it up, looking around and trying to find how the woman had entered the chamber. While the water never struck my still damp form, the door on the other end still took its time in opening up. Which gave me the opportunity to look inside the bag and see what I now had.

Not a lot was the short answer. Two bottles of water, that gray bag thing Taussig had shown me, a small box of medical supplies, and a large block item I assumed was the tablet. It was a hard thing, heavy too, encased in some kind of armor from what I could tell. There was also a piece of yellowed paper which seemed to be a map of the level I was on, at least I assumed so since there wasn't much on it besides numbered rooms. As the door opened to let me out, I pulled the tablet from my bag to inspect.

Probably a good idea, but I had no idea how to use the fucking thing. I spent a few seconds trying to figure it out before giving up and putting it back in the bag, tossing the wet bag of cough drops in with it before grabbing the map and sealing the whole thing up. I looked at it again, flipping it over, but no new info revealed itself to me. The floor was a mess of rooms with no real pattern being followed. I spotted the massive test chamber that the last two floors also had and I took a moment to spot room 52 near the bottom left.

I could search the nearest corridors for whatever I was supposed to find. Then move around toward the elevator which was effectively on the exact opposite corner of the floor. Which wasn't exactly convenient, but maybe Taussig was hiding here for a reason. That or she was forced to hide there? No real way of telling without asking, but I had other things to do first.

I set out and started checking doors. To my surprise, I was actually able to get them open by pushing on them. They seemed to have some kind of hinge on the inside, maybe in the event of fires or man-eating monsters. Not all of them opened, some were sealed and I had no real way of telling which was which until I pushed on them. There was a strange variety to the rooms, I found a lot of offices, most of them had been tossed aside while the people fled I assumed. It was in one of these I managed to get a pen to take notes on my new map.

The offices were largely unhelpful in any other respect. They had some nice chairs though, which is where I sat down to take a break and find out what lunch I had been packed by the Doctor. It was some kind of military ration, which I gathered from everything I pulled out of the bag being labeled 'Issued by US Military'. It was called 'Cheese Raviolis' and had instructions on how to cook it in the provided items, and I set it to cook while I rested. Which my body sorely needed. I was tired and felt like I was more exhausted than I should have been.

My body ached, as I noted the climbing weariness that had begun to grow some time ago. Whatever had kept me going this long was petering. The doctor said the informis inside of me would heal me, but that seemed to have a cost that I was being asked to pay now. I needed a nap, but food before that. So I spent the next 30 minutes putting the ration together and eating it. I was able to time myself thanks to a clock on the wall. Seems that was another of the bits of information I had. I really needed to ask her about that when I saw her next.

I ate the food, which was various bags of different foods for soldiers in underground monster mazes, I guess. None of it was particularly foul, but seeing as I only had the stale taste of cough drops to compare it to maybe I wasn't the best person for food critique. I chased my meal with a strawberry milkshake that was included in the ration, which did not include milk, but was a lot of shaking. The food sat heavy in my stomach and with a yawn, I faded into sleep.

I came to awareness roughly six hours later, if the clock wasn't broken. Feeling a lot better, I got prepared to leave. I started tossing everything into trash, when one of the bags knocked some papers onto the floor. I paused to look at them, not even sure why I was bothering to clean up this place. As I stared, something stuck out to me and I knelt to pick it up. It was a handwritten note, and I knelt to read it properly.

Hal, security came through again today. I think things are getting more out of hand than they're willing to tell us. Leave it to those suits to leave us out of the loop when we're the ones who need to know about it the most. They took Abby away yesterday, and judging by the way they've been watching me I think I'm next. I've decided to move the prototype to the lockbox in room 14. If I vanish, I need you to get it and finish the project. I'm trusting you, Brian.

I had seen a few things like this while walking about, the remnants of the people who were here. A half eaten pair of lunches over a desk gone moldy, photos of people and animals in the world outside, one desk even had stuffed animals around it. The mention of the prototype was interesting though. This prototype the writer was mentioning might end up being something which could be useful, and I decided to see if I could find it since it wasn't out of the way.

I spent a few more moments looking around but didn't find anything else before deciding to head out. I managed to confirm that this was Brian's office from his name plate, so Hal, never for the note, which hopefully meant whatever the item was locked up never got recovered. It didn't take long before I made it to the other side of the floor near where I first came to the floor. I still wasn't willing to try my luck on the level below, even with the Doctor's assurances.

Finding room 14 was simple enough, the issue came when I entered the room. Thankfully it wasn't locked, and my fear that it was actually room 14 on another floor seemed to be mostly annulled, as the room was full of lockers on top of lockers lining every wall. With no way of telling which one 'Hal' was supposed to open. A number of them were already opened and I poked around to see if I could find something, most of it seemed to be trash. Nothing really seemed to be of any import. I assumed the good stuff was in the locked ones, which I had no way of opening.

With that complete waste of my time out of the way, I swept through the remaining rooms. Which turned out to be an easier task than I anticipated as the doors seemed to be locked more frequently the closer I got to the elevator. As I finished my sweep, a sigh escaped my lips and I turned back to the door I was avoiding the most. The door to the maintenance tunnel.

Sooner than I was expecting, I stood before the ladder leading up to the dimly lit corridor I would have to climb through, and it took more willpower than I was willing to admit to open the hatch, but I pressed on and reentered the maintenance tunnel. I paused to look up to where the floor where freedom would be, and sure enough, the ladder reached up into a sheer concrete floor above me. Were they trying to make it so the informis couldn't get out that way? Seemed to be a bigger problem than solution, but I was biased.

Slowly I climbed down the ladder to the level below, which was a lot quicker than I remembered it being a few hours ago. Even in the dim red of the emergency lights I could see the dark stains of my blood on the floor around the hatch to level B. It was only an hour ago I fled through this believing my life hung in the balance. I still wasn't entirely convinced that it didn't.

Eventually, after a fairly lengthy internal debate, my desire to escape beat out my terror of the things on the floor below. As much as I didn't enjoy the idea of delving into my own personal dungeon, the idea of seeing what lay outside the stone walls of the facility ranked slightly higher. So, I twisted the latch handle and slowly raised the metal door. I hadn't realized in my escape but the hatch was really light, and I wasn't sure how the monsters, the informis, hadn't torn through the passage.

A quick peek into the storeroom, not seeing any long spider-women clawing at me. I still hesitated before I descended the ladder, deciding to leave my backpack up here in case I needed to make a quick escape. Before taking a deep breath and going down, peering at the ladder in case any of my blood was still there and a slip hazard. Though it would probably have dried up by now. As I landed on the floor, I threw a look around the room, just to be sure nothing was laying in wait for me. Still nothing came with a violent greeting.

I had to remind myself that I was here actually looking for the monster that attacked me. I was deciding to place my faith in the doctor that she actually needed my help and wasn't trying to kill me. Only as I peeked my head into the hallway did I realize I didn't actually know what I was going to do when I found it.The doctor said I had to get my informis into the creature and I wasn't really sure how I was going to go about that.

As I stepped into the hall, I began to hear some odd sounds. Coming from a room just a few doors away. At first I was worried it was the clacking that heralded the monster, but after a moment I was able to make out that it was some kind of scratching sound. Finally deciding that wasting time was likely more dangerous than pressing on. I pulled up my big boy pants, both figuratively and literally, then made my way to the door.

I slowly realized that the room was the same that the monster had come out of before. Perhaps it was some kind of nest for the creature. Peering inside, I could see some of the interior thanks to the few working lights in the hall. The inside was mostly dark, but I could see that a lot of what had been the original interior was smashed against the walls, plastered with the dark substance that coated the hall I stood in.

Eventually I managed to spot the source of the scratching. In the middle of the room, in some sort of nest made of the same black substance and what seemed to be strips of cloth from somewhere. Maybe from the various safety uniforms I found on the other floors. Made sense if they were on every level. They had been glued together with the black stuff, and made into a semi-bed style. On top of that, was what I was trying to not focus on.

A humanoid form, but one I thought I recognized. It was not as long as I remembered, far smaller, not actually human shaped. It had to be the monster that had attacked me before. It had undergone some very drastic changes due to consuming my blood. It was hard to believe that this was the same thing. It had become more limber, less spindly. In place of its multiple long legs, it had only two. These looked like a normal set of legs, except in place of a feet it had sharp, hoof shaped appendages. As if all its legs had fused together. they led up to a set flared hips, though it was an odd thing to see. It clearly had no bones in the way a human did, but some kind of internal frame pressed against its glossy black exterior.

Its waist was also thin, looking as starved as before, but instead of being horrifically elongated, it measured out to a decent size before reaching the equally balanced chest. A set of small breasts sat on top, still small, but now they actually resembled breasts instead of nubs. Its arms had shrunk down, but not as much as the rest of its body. They still hung lower than they would on a human. One was still clawed, the other wasn't which was probably for the best as that one was currently hammering two fingers into an area I knew the human vagina was supposed to be. The sound of scratching I had heard was its clawed hand raking across the floor as the monster worked to pleasure itself.

I was both interested and horrified in equal measure. My informis leaned towards the former, my human towards the latter. It stunned me for several seconds, but the monster didn't seem to notice me, probably because it still had no eyes. It's large mouth, while now not quite as large, hung open and let it's sharp teeth gleam in the dim light. The only bright spots on it's otherwise ebon body. It's long inky hair fell to the floor around what I was tenuously ready to call it's face.

I suddenly realized I should probably leave, and quickly headed for the exit, but stopped short when I saw the creature's back arch. I couldn't see what it was doing exactly, but I was pretty sure what I was seeing was an orgasm. That brought me up short as an odd, sweet smell struck my nose at the same time. I felt my fear start to melt away, though warning bells started firing in my head and I gripped the wall. My head was a fog as various emotions fought to get to the top, and that second sensation, my informis, tried to get it in order. Then another sensation struck me, and I felt ice run in my veins, as I realized the room was now quiet. Slowly I turned my head, and even in the dark of the room, I could tell it was staring at me.

I felt myself freeze, the knowledge that I was responsible for its current state burned into my brain. It stared at me for a few seconds before it turned over onto its belly and began to crawl toward me. I didn't move, letting myself get drawn into the moment, as it crawled closer and closer. Its claws scraped along the ground, the sound ringing in my ears. It was getting closer, until it was right next to me, then it stopped and began to sniff me. At least I think it was, it didn't have a nose, but bobbed its head like it was sniffing. When it bumped into my leg, it began to climb up, using my leg for leverage. It grabbed onto my shirt and dragged it up my body, moving with surprising grace, like a cat.

My heart rate picked up and I had to fight off a panic attack. This was happening, this thing shouldn't be able to move. But it was, and as it pulled at my coveralls, it continued to climb up, stopping at the zipper to my suit, which it pulled at, breaking the teeth, forcing the zipper open and plunging its hands inside. I noticed it wasn't trying to dig into me with its clawed hand, though I felt the points brush across my skin beneath my shirt, but it wasn't drawing blood. Even as it pulled at the and I felt it tugging at my suit, I couldn't stop staring at it, mesmerized by the strange spectacle of this small, lean, black humanoid climbing up my body. No, it wasn't small at all, I realized. It just wasn't trying to stand to its full height. As entranced by me, as I was by it. It was likely taller than I was.

The creature kept pulling at my coveralls, eventually causing them to fall to my ankles. As I stood mostly naked in the dark room, it rose to its full height and looked down at me. Then it pounced, covering me in a massive hug. I fell back as its form crushed me, slamming into the floor with a thud. It was surprisingly powerful for something so thin and starved looking. I could feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, digging their claws in and holding me down as it began to lick at my face with a tongue that was far longer than what should have fit in its mouth. The strong appendage ran over my cheek, and I found myself quite surprised it didn't reek.

I tried to push it off, but it wouldn't let go. I struggled against it, but it was strong. Tugging at my arms and legs, trying to force me to relax. It wasn't easy, when it was licking my lips, blowing into my face and rubbing its head against mine. I felt its steely clawed digits slide under my arms and begin to rub up and down my sides. Which I am not proud to say tickled a little. But soon enough it slowed, pulling back a bit to look down at me. It seemed to be examining me, before it finally released me.

I rubbed my arm where it had dug in, but the pain wasn't bad. I felt a little numb, but that might have been because of the emotion I was feeling. I was strangely calm, despite the fact that I was pinned to the floor by a monster I had partly created. It moved, crawling down my body again I craned my neck to watch it, not willing to try and run with my current state. I watched as it licked along my chest and climbed lower, coming to rest on my crotch. It went around my manhood and went right for my testicles. I felt my cock stiffen as a jolt went through my body as the creature, the other infomris, took to licking at my balls, and I shifted uncomfortably as it began to play with them. I was more nervous than I was panicked now, still not sure I made the right choice. But then again, I had no idea what else I could do. I was trapped here and there was supposedly only one thing I could do to change that.

The monster continued to lick at them, occasionally going back to my cock, stroking it gently. It was like it was trying to get me excited, and judging by the way it kept scratching at the ground with its clawed hand I suspected it was enjoying doing so. My cock twitched, and I could feel precum leaking from the head of my cock. Though I couldn't help but wonder why it was so intent on making me excited. The monster continued to lick at my balls, then began to lick at the base of my cock, taking it into its mouth, and I almost screamed as I thought about the sharp teeth, but the creature left it's mouth open, wrapping it long tongue around my length as it began to bob its head. I moaned and arched my back as I felt its mouth engulf me, and the sensation of its tongue sliding along my shaft was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Which was admittedly very little, but it did feel very good. It continued to suck at me, then drew back and began to lick around my head, before returning to my cock. As I lay helpless on the floor, the monster began to work faster. It sucked harder, bobbing its head faster, and I moaned. Soon I was thrusting my hips up to meet its mouth, and I was panting as I humped it. Its warm mouth engulfed me, and I felt that familiar tingle that went through my body, as its tongue slid up and down my rod.

I felt myself reaching towards a climax, when the monster pulled back, letting me slip from its mouth. It sat up on its haunches, its hand moving between its legs and I could tell it was masturbating. I felt a shock of excitement run through me as I watched it, my cock twitching in response. It rubbed at its slit for a few seconds, before its hand came out, covered in cum. I watched in fascination as it scooped some up and began to spread it on my cock. I shivered as I felt its slick hand slide over my length, as it coated me. Then it wrapped its hand around my shaft and stroked me gently. I groaned as I felt my cock swell, and I wondered if I would be able to hold back.

I gasped as it suddenly plunged down on me, sucking me into its throat. I held my breath as it bobbed on me, my cock swelling as it did so. It didn't last long, but it didn't need to as I was already close. Before I knew it, I was spasming uncontrollably, my cock erupting inside its mouth, as I felt the monster gulp down my seed. It swallows it all. After several long moments of pumping my load into its mouth, it finally let go of me, and it pulled back, its mouth dripping with cum. It licked its lips and then sat there unmoving.

I laid there on the floor for several minutes, catching my breath. Finally I sat up and leaned over to it. At least it didn't seem like it was going to eat me. I reached over and touched its cheek, amazed to find it was soft and smooth. It was warm too, like a living being. It tilted its head and looked at me, again only assuming that since it had no facial features besides a mouthful of sharp teeth. Then it stood up, and I realized how big it really was. It was more than half again my height. Ducking its head to not hit the ceiling. I slowly stood, pulling my suit up from around my ankles and getting them on as best I could before taking a step back. Its eyeless face followed me the entire time.

It turned around and walked away, I watched as it headed towards the nest it had made for itself, crawling into what looked like a place much too small for it, once it had finished fussing about, its head turned to me, and with its non-clawed hand, it beckoned me closer. I found myself walking towards it, curious as to what it wanted, but also nervous as hell. I was pretty sure I was safe, but I wasn't sure at all that I wanted to find out for sure. I stepped forward and it opened its hand, revealing a small amount of food that it had collected. It handed it to me, and I hesitantly took it. It looked at me, waiting for me to take a bite.