Free INFECTED (Click Your Poison) by James Schannep Page B

under a moonless night. The beauty before you and the drug within you make this a life-changing experience.
    Then, before you even know what’s happening, the topless woman is on top of you. She kisses your neck and collarbone and the soft press of her lips proves irresistible when you are chemically enhanced, as you are now. It just feels too fucking good.
    You’re paralyzed, unable or unwilling to control yourself as she kisses your chest and moves to her knees in front of you. The lights of the city grow even brighter as she starts to go down on you. Nothing has ever felt this good.
    From above, a scream rings out in the doctor’s room. You turn your head toward the stairs, but see nothing. You notice that the sensation in your loins has slowed down, and the huffing noise from the hooker turns into a growl. You look down. Her eyes are hungry. To your horror, she bites down upon you. She’s hit a major artery; the bleeding is profuse.
    You try to escape, but the topless zombie has incredible grip, and she’s not letting go. She just keeps chewing, and the more you struggle in your agony, the faster you bleed out.
    Finally, you escape her grasp. You run toward the door, but you’ve lost so much blood that the strength leaves your legs. You manage to open the door, but your knees buckle and you fall to the floor. Blood is everywhere; your vision fades to nothing as your life leaves you. With your last moments of consciousness, you see Phoenix running downstairs and the topless zombie racing to meet up with him.
    You’re dead, but that’s not the end. In a couple of hours, the Gilgazyme  ® will have changed you and you’ll rise again. Good thing you left that door open.
    •   Time to hit the town with your new friends.

    MAKE YOUR CHOICE

Down to a New Low

    Y ou plumb the depths of the basement with Sims, looking over the equipment with a flashlight. “Thanks for coming with me,” he says. “It’s pretty creepy down here.” With no windows and no power, it’s like exploring a cave. Creepy, indeed.
    At length, you find what he’s looking for. He toys with the wiring while you hold a flashlight for him. “Oh baby, oh baby,” he says, growing excited. “Listen, I think I can get the power back on, but I want to keep it a surprise, so…”
    “My lips are sealed,” you whisper. He smiles and gets back to work.
    “With power, we’ll finally be able to contact rescue. There’s a student radio station, so we’ll be able to send out a strong broadcast for help. I found some spotlights I can mount to the roof for when a chopper comes in. This is it! After tonight, we’ll be sitting pretty. But remember—”
    “Not a word.”
    •   After he finishes up, return to the gym.

    MAKE YOUR CHOICE

Driver

    “F uck, yes!” he shouts, offering you a high-five.
    He takes an assault rifle off the trailer wall and presses the stock against your chest. You claim the black weapon, looking it over while he opens a canvas bag and fills it with banana clips. He takes a combat shotgun down as well and loads the breach full of shells.
    “I’ll need to drive us first, just to get us out in the open, but we can switch in the field. This probably goes without saying, but the old man would skin us alive if he finds out—so no bragging to your friends when we get back.”
    You follow him out back, where he opens a massive padlock on the rear gate, pushes it open and bids you follow with a toss of his head. Just on the other side is a combat-ready Humvee. It’s large, massive, in fact, menacing and inviting at the same time. At the passenger side he pumps the shotgun and laughs as he shouts, “Shotgun!” placing the weapon in the empty seat.
    You open the door on the driver’s side, surprised at how light and almost toy-like it feels. “You want this thing in here?” you ask, holding up the rifle.
    “Yup. You should see a rack. Then hop in back.”
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    Rows of dead corn husks, brown and