Ravage: An Apocalyptic Horror Novel(121)

“Guess we’ll find out,” said Dr Bryce. “I’ll let you know when I’m done here. You’ll be in your office?”

She nodded. “I’ll stay there until you’re ready to enact quarantine procedures.”

Dr Bryce nodded and got back to work.

Dr Clark headed out of the operating room and back towards her office. Along the way she bumped into Brad, the floor’s security officer.

“Brad,” she said. “We need to lock down this floor. Can you secure all the exits?”

Brad raised an eyebrow. “Sure I can, but why?”

“No time to explain. There may be an infectious disease in the hospital. Disease Control are on their way.”

Brad seemed worried. His lower lip was quivering. “Infectious? How infectious?”

Dr Clark sneezed.

She blinked tears from her eyes and then sneezed again. Brad’s face was drenched with her mucus. She tried to stay calm as she spoke to him, but was already losing herself to panic. “I think it’s pretty damn contagious,” she said. Then sneezed again. “We have to get this place locked up now.”

She ran off to lock all the doors herself.

Brad, however, snuck out quietly while nobody was looking. He was still wiping the doctor’s mucus from his face as he headed across the car park.





FAMILY MAN

Brad hurried across the hospital car park while trying not to cause suspicion. His instinct was to run as fast as he could, but he didn’t know if people would be looking for him.

There’s no way I’m staying in that cess pit with a disease on the loose. They don’t pay me enough for that.

Brad knew he would probably lose his job, but when he’d heard that there was something loose in the hospital, a primal instinct had demanded he flee. His stomach ached, even now, at the thought of Dr Clark sneezing all over him.

Dirty bitch.

Brad wanted to go straight home, see his wife, but he didn’t know if the hospital would try to contact him there. He also needed to work out a way to tell his wife that he had just walked out on his job.

He had a better idea and headed for the bus stop, hopped onto the 26 as soon as it pulled up. It was packed full of people and he was forced to stand up and hold onto an overhead rail. Luckily it would only be a short trip.

While he was waiting, he smiled at a little girl with pigtails and bright orange bows. She smiled back at him for a while but then turned to talk to her mommy.

Cute kid.

Sometimes Brad wished he’d had a child, but he’d never earned much money and the thought of having to spend the little he did have on another mouth to feed was too much for him to consider. Deep down, though, it was probably because he knew he would make a lousy father. He didn’t want to ruin a kid like his father had him.

The bus came to Brad’s stop and he leapt out onto the pavement. He was in a rough part of town; a housing estate full of low income housing and a dilapidated shopping centre. It would be frightening to most people, but not to Brad. He visited the area frequently.

He headed into a small corner shop and nodded to the owner, who nodded right back at him, giving him the permission he sought. At the back of the store was a door. Behind it was a flight of stairs. Brad headed up and went through the door at the top.

A familiar musky scent filled the air.

Sandy was behind the desk as always. She seemed to work all hours. Brad headed up to her and smiled.

“Mr Brad,” she said in her Nigerian twang. “What would you like today?”

Brad took out his wallet and paid her ￡150 for the full works. He needed to de-stress in a big way. “Everything, please.”

Sandy took the money and nodded subserviently. “You want Michelle?”

Brad chuckled. “Of course.”

“Second door on left.”

Brad headed into Michelle’s room and was instantly aroused to find her lying on the bed in a black and red negligee. Her petit Chinese figure was as alluring as ever. The thought of penetrating her orifices was enough to make Brad forget all of his worries.

“Hello, Brad,” she said seductively. “It has been a long time. More than a week, no?”

“I’ve been busy, sweetheart. Never stopped thinking about you for a minute, though.”

Michelle slunk down the bed towards him on her hands and knees. “You want my ass?”

Brad laughed. “Let’s just start with a blowjob.”

Michelle got to work. By the time Brad came, his semen was already infected.





WET WORK


Michelle had slept with seven men by the time her twelve hour shift had ended. She hurt all over.

At least now her shift was finished. She intended never to have another one.

I’ve finally taken as much as I can. No more sweaty men and their limp dicks.

Michelle had been brought to England against her will and made to do terrible things. She had spent the last six years being treated like a possession, leant out for money like a power tool or lawnmower. She could take no more.

At first she had resisted her situation, bit and clawed at the men until they beat her unconscious. But eventually she had broken, succumbed to their demands. The last couple of years she had behaved well enough that she had been allowed to live alone in a flat and go about her own business in the rare hours she was not working. That was why she would be able to do what she was planning to do. Nobody would know she was missing until tomorrow.