1. THE VIRUS. CHAPTER ONE


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    going on and I would kindly appreciate it if we got to be the ones who break this story. And we’re on a time-table here, woman! As much shit is going on, they can’t keep it under the table long.” “What kind of shit? What IS going on?” she asked. “I can’t get answers if I don’t know the questions.” “Eight fifteen this morning, a kindergarten teacher here in Atlanta walks into her class and promptly takes off her clothes in front of her k**s and starts showing them how to masturbate properly. Eight forty, a commuter on the freeway stops dead in traffic and gets out with a pistol and starts capping anybody who passes him. That caused a pileup that left sixteen people dead and twenty injured and that’s not counting the gunshot victims. Eight fifty five, one of the Mayor’s assistances pulled his dick out during a morning city council meeting and started jerking of on a coworker. Same time across town, two cops got out of their cruiser and began systematically shooting gang members on the south side. Twenty four dead, including the two cops. Apparently the gang boys shot back. Last count I got from my friend at the coroner’s HQ here in Atlanta shows two hundred and five people dead since midnight from v******e related incidents. He also told me there were similar reports coming in from the burbs and other nearby towns. So I made some calls myself, and guess what…same shit going on in all the major cities up the coast all the way to Portland.” “Biological?” she asked, still stunned ...
    at his accounts. “Nobody knows…it’s random…just crazy bitches going postal…normal people though…no history of any priors. People do not snap in large groups like this. I’m guessing it’s a bio-weapon or something. Could be a 9-11 sort of thing and they don’t want to cause panic. Could be something we’ve cut loose…I don’t know. That’s why I’m calling you…YOU find out and call me back.” With that said, he hung up without waiting for her to agree or even respond. She immediately dialed her husband’s cellphone. It beeped and went directly to voice mail. She waited to leave a message, but it immediately beeped again and informed his box was full to please try her call again later. “What the fuck?” She dialed again, this time to his office phone and got a busy signal. “That’s no even possible…he’s got like five lines on that extension,” she grumbled and redialed. Again, she got the busy signal followed this time by an automated message that informed her all lines into that area were busy to try her call again later. “It’s not the actual phones…it’s the lines going into that part of the city,” she muttered mostly to herself. “Okay that’s not weird at all,” she added. She rolled over to the bed and got the remote off the bedside table and flicked the flat-screen across the room on. A scroll of all the various major news channels revealed nothing out of the ordinary but when she went to the local channels, the anchorwoman looked extremely uncomfortable and nervous as she reported the ...
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