Bio War 8 by Fishgullet


The compound was quickly assembled thanks to Alex's ready
collection that we had brought with us. I stared at the blue
liquid in the vial, wondering if I was doing the right thing for
the umpteenth time. Screwing with my own brain chemistry was one
thing, but deliberately messing with someone else's chemistry; I
was going to tinker with Anna's brain and make her compliant to
my commands. Was I no less of a monster than Alex? Then again,
despite my boosted IQ, I saw no other expedient way to draw Anna
into my already complicated household. I shoved the guilt aside
and figured I would face it at another time.

Alex's notes called for a six hour period of absorption after
injection followed by a verbal induction sequence repeated twice
in a twelve hour period. So much for Anna's big birthday party
tomorrow night; everyone was going to sleep through it.

I offered to serve the mystery meat stew the next night and made
sure to spike their bowls with a sleep potion. I put Anna in her
new bedroom and gave her the injection. Six hours later I
returned and awoke her and walked her through induction with the
same trigger words as Tara and Marissa, along with instructions.
The next morning I repeated myself.

Then I woke Anna up. I gave her a sloppy kiss, which she treated
as a special treat. While Anna was sitting up in bed, I pulled
down my underwear and told her to suck my cock. With an extra
wide grin she took hold and practiced her new found skills with
great success. In no time I felt my orgasm building and with a
short warning I blasted a load down her throat. Anna took my
present with a couple of swallows and no complaints. I swatted
her bottom and told her to go wake up Marissa in a special way.

To the deceased Alex, I offered a prayer of thanks.

Tara was already stirring, so without so much as a 'good morning'
I dragged her into the shower and took her against the wall with
an eagerness that surprised and pleased her. As we stepped out
the shower we could hear small cries coming from Marissa's room.
Too bad it was the last smile I wore that day.

Work began at the Community Hall where the contents of our trek
had been unpacked while I slept yesterday. By serendipity my
rotation on night watch was that evening which meant that I
carried my M-22 with me because I was uncertain where I would be
eating dinner. We spent a few hours sorting when a call came in
from one of the farmhouses that there was some strange activity
outside the north perimeter in the valley. Jorge, one of Army
privates, hopped in the truck with me and hauled ass to the
northern fence. He drives like a maniac, I knew I liked the man.

I sent word for others to follow and soon several loads of armed
men and women gathered on the inside road. The noise was a
cacophany of brays and snorts. I could distinguish tens of voices
and they reminded me of the nature show scenes of wildebeasts on
the Serenghetti. Indeed, we watched a line of branches sway to
and fro and the line was making a path towards our border. Small
trees seemed to disappear.

Looking at the flimsy wire barrier, I wished, not for the first
time, that we could have had electrified fences but we did not
have that kind of generating capacity. The assembled crowd spread
out into a general dispersal pattern and everyone shielded
themselves behind the thick trunks of the cherry trees.

A head popped out of the tree line way up in the branches and it
was attached to a huge body. "Sonofabitch! Look at the size of
that deer," a woman down the line exclaimed.

"That ain't no deer," hissed someone else, "That's an elk, er, it
was an elk. The bastards don't grow that big."

That sonofabith was over two stories high by my estimation. It
paused and flicked its ears when we all began talking. Another
head appeared beside the first and a buck stepped into clearing
in front of the fence. Some idiot was salivating about the rack
on its head, when I made mention that we needed to keep this herd
out of our orchard and off our fence.

Three trees down someone stepped out from behind and fired a shot
into the air over the gigantic heads. The doe started, but the
bull took exception and jumped the fence and charged the shooter.
Head down, the bull hit two cherry trees uprooting both of them.
He twisted his long neck once and a sickening scream went up as
we watched one his points take a woman full in the torso with a
sickening, wet thud. Blood and viscera dangled from the antler as
the bull pulled back.

Paula started pumping bullets into the chest wall of the elk but
it seemed intent on trying to free its antlers from the remains
of the trees. Gordon, who I knew only by name, stepped beside her
and started blowing holes in the creature's neck. Finally sanity
reappeared and the huge elk fell to its knees, it's blood seeping
onto the ground.

A terrified cry of "mom!" came from a teenage boy behind me. He
launched himself towards the fallen figure on the ground, but I
tackled him and pinned him.

"Let me go!" he screamed and hit at me but I just held him.

"Nothing you can do now, boy. Just wait until the damn thing is
dead."

Gordon finally hit an artery in the neck and the blood geysered
up like a fountain, drenching him down his face and arm. Everyone
let out a cheer which cut out abruptly when Gordon started
screaming "It burns, it burns! Get this shit off of me!" Paula,
bless her soul, whipped a knife out of her boot and cut off
Gordon's shirt wiping him down with it at the same time. His skin
had turned red and blisters, like second degree burns, began to
appear.

I let the kid go and he ran to the broken corpse of his mother. I
told whoever was next to me to get the truck and drive Gordon up
to the little infirmary.

The rest of herd was emerging from the woods, they sniffed and
snorted at us and turned to the left, avoiding the smell of rifle
shot and elk blood. They still mananged to mangle more of the
fence line as they made their way east.

One dead, one wounded I tallied. The fence was overrun and we had
maybe two tons of poisonous meat on our hands. Everyone seemed
stunned and dazed as the adrenaline wore off and the gory scene
seeped past the mental filters. Taking charge, I ordered some to
fetch two tractors and rope, while sending others to find
materials to patch the fence before nightfall, and the last to
form a burial detail. Paula was wiping down her rifle when I
approached and I told her she was one 'bad-assed, butt kicking
bitch.' She laughed and said she would take that as a compliment.

I didn't make it back to the Community Hall that day. By the time
we hauled the carcass beyond the fence line, started repairs and
torched the blood the ground, night was falling and I was on
watch. I did manage to get a pail of that blood and have it sent
to the lab. James brought Tara out with my dinner and she fussed
over me for awhile. At first I was embarrassed but I had to admit
it felt good. My watch partner appeared and James switched out
with him and asked him to take Tara back up to the house.

That night James and I listened to the scavengers come to feast
on the bloating carcass. James brought the night vision goggles
that we had taken from the base. We saw cats, dogs, foxes, and
several other creatures we couldn't catalogue but none of them
stayed around. In the morning, a few more corpses had gathered
around the dead elk, creatures that had tried the flesh and been
poisoned.

James had taken watch duty because he had an agenda; he was such
a predictable man. Watching the would be feast was just a bonus.
We spoke through the night about the future of our little colony,
and what roles I might play in the days to come. We talked about
Anna Greeley and skirted around the talk about Marissa. Deep in
the darkness, we came to an understanding of intent and
expectation. As the sun came up, a couple of idiots showed up
with fire gear complete with masks and two chain saws to remove
the antlers as souvenirs. I couldn't watch and went home to bed.

Marissa woke me up in the early afternoon by coping a feel of my
dick; that girl had me a wit's end. Tara glanced at the bulge in
my pants and offered me a couple of fried eggs. As I finished
lapping up the goo, she insinuated herself in my lap and wrapped
her arms loosely around my neck.
