Infection
By Simon Smith-Wilson
Copyright © 2016
Infection
Simon Smith-Wilson
Books by Simon Smith-Wilson
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(City of Sin Series)
Five Days Notice
Hand of God
Last Tomorrow
All those Yesterdays
Blood for Blood
(Prisoner 3-57 Series)
Prisoner 3-57: Ghost
Prisoner 3-57: Nuke Town
Prisoner 3-57: Phantom Soldier
(Zombies Series)
Zombies
Zombies: Black Rock
Zombies: Death Squad
(Generation Series)
Personal Apocalypse
The Curse of Meredith Holmes
Erasing Creation
(Heroes of Magic Series)
The Legend of the Hermit Master
The Last Magic Dog
Liquid Crystal
Star Slayer
(Novels)
I Believe
The Arrangement
Killers
Bridge to the Moon
Attack of the Sprouts
Winter is Coming
(Short Stories)
Princess Amber and the Unicorn Valley
The Owl
Before the Dawn
Infection
A deranged scientist bent on revenge releases a chemical weapon into a city. With a press of a button, a hellish nightmare consumes the streets. The weapon turns innocent men, women, and children into brutal, psychotic killers. It is an airborne disease that causes insanity when love or lust is ignited within a person’s heart. In order to survive you must avoid your loved ones at all cost, but how can you protect the people you love when you are the biggest danger to them? In an attempt to contain the incurable disease the military sets out to nuke the city. Megan is a stripper who witnessed the bloody madness first hand. She sets out to escape with a ragtag band of survivors, but anyone can turn at any moment, especially as bonds between people grow stronger. Can she escape the madness before the city is destroyed?
Charlotte zipped up the front of her low-cut bodysuit. The zip only reached her solar plexus, which meant her breasts were practically spilling out of the outfit. The fabric of her bodysuit clung to her toned figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. Nothing covered her long smooth legs, which went all the way down into black high heel shoes. Megan fixed the red mini-skirt that finished off her slutty school girl outfit. Tessa was wearing a blue tube top, blue hot pants, and fluffy blue knee high boots. The three girls were confined to sharing a small changing room at the back of the club. The door to the changing rooms bounced off the wall as Richard charged in.
‘Fuck sake, Richard. Fucking knock,’ warned Charlotte.
‘I don’t have time to fucking knock.’ He had a quick glance around the room. He did this on a daily occurrence, hoping to catch one of the girls with their tits out. He was a dirty little pervert. ‘Where is Mandy?’
‘She will be here,’ said Megan.
‘This is the fifth time she has been late.’
‘She has two kids, cut her some slack,’ added Tessa.
‘You all know the rules. I am fed up with not knowing if she is going to be here or not.’
‘She will be here,’ Charlotte began to say, but Richard cut her off.
‘Just get on stage, can you three do that for me?’ he asked in the most condescending way.
‘Come on,’ said Megan, leading the way.
‘Dickhead,’ Tessa muttered under her breath. Megan and Charlotte both gave approving nods.
***
Fran peeked through the gap in the door and looked into the classroom. Adam was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, head down, writing his essay in detention. Fran stepped into the corridor and selected Sam on her cell phone contact’s list. The phone rang twice before her husband answered.
‘Hey, baby,’ she whispered.
‘Hey, angel, how’s detention going tonight?’ he joked.
‘It is great fun sitting in silence for an hour. How is work?’
‘It’s been a busy day. I am still here, though. I have to do a stock count for head office.’
‘How long is that going to take you?’ Fran couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.
‘I don’t know. It could be an hour or two.’
‘I thought we were going to have a nice evening together.’
She hated the fact that he always made her feel so weak. Is that what love did to you?
‘We can have a nice evening. Shall I pick up a bottle of wine when I am finished?’
‘That will be nice. I will make you dinner.’
‘You are too good to me,’ he replied.
From within the classroom, Adam gave out a painful groan. Fran looked in through the door. The young boy was still at his desk, but his head was buried in the palms of his hands. He looked to be in some discomfort.
‘I have to go, baby. I will see you at home.’
‘Okay, love you.’
‘I love you, too.’ Fran hung up the phone and headed back into the classroom.
***
Sam turned off the power to his phone and placed it on his desk. Now that Fran was taken care of he could relax. Helen was stood leaning against the doorframe. Her arms were folded across her chest, which only went to increase attention to her large plump breasts. Unconsciously, he looked her up and down and down and up again. ‘Are you looking sexy on purpose?’ he asked her.
‘No,’ she laughed, ‘I can look sexy if you want me to?’
Sam was in his early forties and old enough to be the girl’s father. Helen was only eighteen years of age. It had been her birthday six days ago, but the two of the have been flirting for months now. It started off as harmless banter, but it had now crossed the line, and they both knew it.
‘I wouldn’t say no to anything you did,’ replied the married man.
‘Oh? So it’s okay if I did this?’ she popped open the top two buttons of her blouse.
Her cleavage was on full display.
‘I think that is okay.’ He headed by her and out into the stockroom. Something hard was starting to build within the region of his groin and he didn’t want her to notice. ‘Where do you want to count first?’ he asked her, trying to add a bit of normality to the sexual tension in the air. He was cocky and confidence, but it had its limitations. It was why the flirting never progressed into anything physical. ‘We have to get this done and then do as much flirting as we like afterwards.’
‘I will do anything you want,’ she replied.
‘Are you talking about the stock counts or afterwards?’ he joked.
‘Both,’ she said with a wink.
***
‘What on earth is happening out there?’ asked Tessa, as the three strippers stood behind the curtain of the stage. It sounded like a riot was taking place. Charlotte pulled back the curtain, and they glanced out. All three women stood in shocked silence. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The customers were screaming like men that had escaped from an mental institution. The mad men were grabbing anything that wasn’t tied down and attacking the dancers. Blood covered the stage, as men ruthlessly raped anyone left alive. Charlotte knew something wasn’t right from the droplets of blood dripping from the red eyes of all the men. It was like someone had sliced open their eyeballs. It was pure mayhem. Suddenly, several of them men jumped onto the stage and charged towards the curtain.
‘RUN!’ Charlotte screamed at the top of her lungs.
All three girls made a break for the changing room.
***
‘Adam, are you okay?’ Fran placed a delicate hand on the bo
y’s shoulder. The sounds he was making did not represent something healthy. Her heart nearly leapt out of her mouth, as he yanked his head up. Blood poured from his eyes as madness swirled behind the windows of his soul. Fran screamed out as he pounced on her, knocking his chair to the floor. Pain splintered up her hip from the awkward landing. ‘Adam, stop!’ She protested as he dived on her. One hand ripped opened her blouse and a strong hand connected with the side of her face. Fran reacted on instinct and dragged her fingernails across the young boy's face, and he aggressively groped her breasts. She managed to lift a knee, stuck it into his midsection and rolled him off of her. He grabbed her blouse as she got onto all fours. Fran fought against the fabric, freeing her arms so that the blouse came off. She got to her feet and rushed towards the door in nothing more than a bra and skirt. ‘HELP ME!’
***
‘Have you ever cheated on your wife?’ asked Helen, as she wrote down some figures on her stock inventory.
‘No,’ replied Sam, he finished counting his section and jotted down some numbers. ‘Have you ever cheated?’
‘Not really, but I have never been in a serious relationship.’ Helen did a quick count of another section before continuing the conversation. ‘Would you ever cheat on your wife?’
‘I never thought I would.’
‘But...?’ she prompted, ‘you know what I am asking.’
‘I am tempted,’ he admitted.
‘Good. I would have sex with you; you know that, right?’
‘Yes,’ he replied, trying his best to count.
‘Would you have sex with me?’
‘I am trying my best to be good.’
‘You are doing well,’ she giggled. ‘Would you still be good if I bent over the desk for you?’
‘I don’t think any man would be able to be good if you did that.’
‘I don’t want any man. It is you I want inside me.’
‘Fuck,’ sighed Sam, ‘you really are a naughty girl.’
‘You don’t even know how naughty I can be.’
‘I’m guessing I am going to find out.’
***
Megan was the last one to rush into the changing rooms. ‘For fuck sake,’ cursed Charlotte. Richard, the manager, was sitting in one of their chairs, as Mandy gave him a blow job. Was this how the young girl was going to keep her job for persistently being late?
‘What the fuck are you three doing here, get back on stage?’
Tessa slammed the door and flicked the lock.
Horrifying screams echoed into the room as someone thumped against the door, nearly taking it off its hinges.
‘What are you doing, Mandy?’ asked Megan.
‘I can’t lose this job,’ she protested, full of shame.
‘Don’t give in to perverts like him.’
‘What the fuck is happening out there?’ Richard demanded to know, as he tucked his manhood away.
‘Everyone has gone mad. All the other girls are dead,’ explained Charlotte.
***
The clicking sound of Fran’s shoes echoed down the hallway, as she sprinted for her life. Adam was hot on her heels, and the young boy was faster. Fran practically fell through the library door in her search for freedom. ‘Help me!’ She screamed out. Adam jumped onto her back, knocking her face-first into a bookshelf. Fran couldn’t really do anything to protect herself from the impact. Adam kicked her in the lower back as hard as he could. He grabbed a handful of her hair and started to drag her backwards across the room. The whole time he screamed as if he was on fire.
‘Let go of her,’ yelled James, shoving Adam to the ground.
Fran looked up at James.
He was one of her students.
He was a sweet boy, someone who was bullied for being gay.
‘James, get out of here!’
Adam punched James straight in the face. Two hands were wrapped around James' throat, as Adam attempted to throttle the life out of him. Fran looked around for something to stop him with. She didn’t think; she acted on pure impulse. If she had time to think she wouldn’t have chosen to do this. Fran grabbed a lamp from a nearby desk, rushed up behind Adam and smashed him over the top of the head. One firm hit was all that was needed to put the boy down. James fell to his knees gasping for air and coughing like a heavy smoker.
***
‘What are we going to do?’ asked Tessa.
‘I don’t even know what is fucking happening,’ replied Charlotte.
‘We should go out the back door and find someplace safe,’ instructed Megan.
An agonising scream came from behind them. All three women spun around to find Richard stabbing Mandy in the throat with the combat knife he was kept hidden in his boot. Blood was pouring from Richard’s eyes as he brutally massacred Mandy. Thirty seconds earlier he had been fine, but now he was also like those crazed men outside. The door behind them began to give way as more men threw their weight against it. ‘This way, quickly,’ ordered Charlotte, as she charged into a side room and threw open the fire escape. Mandy’s agonising screams faded into the background, and the chaos from within the city consumed the air.
***
‘This is my question to you,’ said Helen, ‘do you prefer your women to take control or submit?’
‘That is a good one. It depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to take control and do what I want, but I do like it when a woman takes what she wants.’
They continued to do the stock count.
‘You’re question,’ she prompted.
‘Okay, what is your favourite position?’
‘That is easy. I like to be on top. I can get you in nice and deep then.’
‘You really like painting a picture.’
‘I can always show you it later,’ she giggled, ‘what is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?’
‘This conversation,’ he laughed.
‘Okay, what is the naughtiest thing you want to do?’
‘I can think of lots of naughty things I want to do.’
‘Tell me, what is the naughtiest thing you wish to do to me right now?’
‘I would want to suck your...’ the lights suddenly cut out, leaving them in darkness. ‘That has never happened before.’
***
‘Is he dead?’ asked James, as Fran checked the body. Tears were running down her cheeks.
‘Yes.’
‘What happened to him?’
‘I don’t know.’
They both turned to the window as screams echoed down the street. They watched as the entire city began to fade into darkness block by block. Outside they could see people viciously attacking each other.
‘Ms, what is happening out there?’
‘I haven’t got a clue. I should call the police,’ she pulled her phone from her pocket only to find it didn’t have a signal. A face of pure madness pressed up against the library window. A young school girl was howling like a wild animal, as fingernails attempted to scratch through the glass. She wore the same mad bloody expression as Adam. Fran placed her hand into James palm and began to pull him towards the door. ‘I think we should go.’
***
Luke sat in his chair by the side of the pool, slowly counting each passing second. That was the only problem with being a lifeguard was that it was so damn boring half the time. One of the perks was all the women he got to look at. A beautiful blonde woman was climbing out of the public pool in front of him. It must have been cold because her nipples were poking out through the fabric of her swimsuit. She had a slim, toned body that inspired lots of naughty thoughts. It was with this thought that Luke died. It was like a switch had gone off in his mind. One minute he was Luke and the next he was a screaming madman full of rage and anger. Luke was not in control anymore. He was somewhere in the darkest depths of his mind, like a prince locked away in the castle tower. Luke dived out of his chair and charged at the woman.
***
Megan’s eyes were as wide as saucers, as they rushed through th
e car park towards her car. The screams of innocent people could be heard coming from all direction. Car alarms and police sirens echoed throughout the city. Shadows could be seen in the distance as men and women turned into those mental monsters. Megan unlocked her car and climbed into the driver’s seat. Charlotte and Tessa climbed in. They all locked the doors.
‘I have to get home,’ said Tessa, ‘I have to see my kids.’
‘Okay. I will go there first and then drop you off, Charlotte.’
‘Okay,’ said Charlotte, her voice full of fear.
***
Ashleigh tried her best not to slip on the wet surface as the lifeguards chased her around the pool. She headed into the unisex changing area and grabbed the first man she could see. The guy was in his fifties and was drying his hair by the mirror. ‘I need your help. They are chasing me.’ The man looked down at her toned body and perky tights. A strong hand gripped Ashleigh by the wrist, as blood instantly began to drip from the man’s eyes. Ashleigh fought against his grip, as the lifeguards came charging into the changing room. ‘Let go of me!’ She pulled away and headed out into the corridor.
***
‘Don’t look, James,’ said Fran, as they drove through the city streets. A whirlwind of madness spiralled through the street turning every single sane person that it touched. On every street corner, someone was being battered to death. Through the shop windows, they could see men raping women or women raping men. There appeared to be no sense of this chaos. Ordinary looking people were turning into brutal killers. The only common denominator was the blooding pouring from their eyes and the insanity etched into their facial features.
‘Oh my god,’ gasped James, as a car sped passed them knocking down a middle-aged woman.
The woman flipped off the bonnet, smashed into the windscreen and bounced over the roof.
Unconsciously, Fran skidded to a stop.
A big part of her wanted to get out and call an ambulance.
A fist crashed against her car door, as mad fingers fumbled with the door handle.
Within seconds several of the infected were around the car, rocking it and screaming through the windows at them. Fran pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward and stalled. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck,’ she cursed. The back window was smashed as a rock bounced onto the back seat. Fran killed the engine, switched it back on and pulled away again. Her foot came off the accelerator too quickly, and the car lurched forward and stalled. ‘No. No. No. No.’
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