Pandemic
You step into the car, and she drives away. You quickly point out your house and she stops at it. As you get out, she does, too, and she says, "Can I come in?"
You reluctantly agree, and she steps inside, wiping her shoes on the mat on your doorstep. Suddenly, she presses you against the wall, kissing your neck hotly. After a moment's hesitation, you submit and push her onto the couch. Slowly, she begins to take her shirt off, but you suddenly notice something. A small green scar on her stomach. "Oh my God!" you scream. "What is that?"
"Oh, that," she says. "Some idiot scratched me about a week ago. Bastard died, too. But enough about me..."
She pulls her shirt off and begins working on her bra. However, a moment later, she stops. Her eyes fill with fear, and she utters a low groan. At the same time, her stomach begins to moan and squirm. Half a second later, her abdomen implodes, firing tiny pieces of flesh in your direction. You are unable to dodge it, and unknowingly, acquire the virus, Hemophilus Settitius. Her intestines, torn and bloody, are resting on her lap. Large chunks of flesh litter your bed. She looks at you with a pleading glance, and then falls to the ground, obviously dead. What will happen to me, you ask yourself.
About a week later, you get your answer. At first, it was unnoticable, just stomach cramps and spots of nausea. However, soon, your head starts to throb, and by the end of the week, you are killed from the effects of HS. All the police find of you is your decapitated body, an eye, and a massive amount of blood on the floor.
Mission Failed! You have not survived the virus, and because of the circumstances, you have infected 7 police officers, all of which die within a week, infecting 300 people total. Those people die in another week, in the meantime spreading the disease to over 10,000 people. In about 6 months, the entire world has been killed because of you.
You reluctantly agree, and she steps inside, wiping her shoes on the mat on your doorstep. Suddenly, she presses you against the wall, kissing your neck hotly. After a moment's hesitation, you submit and push her onto the couch. Slowly, she begins to take her shirt off, but you suddenly notice something. A small green scar on her stomach. "Oh my God!" you scream. "What is that?"
"Oh, that," she says. "Some idiot scratched me about a week ago. Bastard died, too. But enough about me..."
She pulls her shirt off and begins working on her bra. However, a moment later, she stops. Her eyes fill with fear, and she utters a low groan. At the same time, her stomach begins to moan and squirm. Half a second later, her abdomen implodes, firing tiny pieces of flesh in your direction. You are unable to dodge it, and unknowingly, acquire the virus, Hemophilus Settitius. Her intestines, torn and bloody, are resting on her lap. Large chunks of flesh litter your bed. She looks at you with a pleading glance, and then falls to the ground, obviously dead. What will happen to me, you ask yourself.
About a week later, you get your answer. At first, it was unnoticable, just stomach cramps and spots of nausea. However, soon, your head starts to throb, and by the end of the week, you are killed from the effects of HS. All the police find of you is your decapitated body, an eye, and a massive amount of blood on the floor.
Mission Failed! You have not survived the virus, and because of the circumstances, you have infected 7 police officers, all of which die within a week, infecting 300 people total. Those people die in another week, in the meantime spreading the disease to over 10,000 people. In about 6 months, the entire world has been killed because of you.
