A Quest for Family

His name was Ryan Davies, and in many times past he would have been considered a normal man. Standings about 5'6", Ryan had dirty blond hair and a thin build. He worked as a systens analyst at WhytBoards, a major computing company. Based out of the North Michigan Sanctuary, it was one of the last uninfected companies in the world. They also formed the backbone of the economy of the Sanctuary, one of the last refuges in the world for uninfected people.

Ryan came home one evening after another long night of overtime to find his home destroyed. The window was smashed inward, and the furniture in the living room and been wrecked and overturned. Every valuable family heirloom, piece of jewelry or silverware was gone; it was as though a horde of pillagers had swept through. But Ryan's blood ran cold when he realized that his most precious treasures of all had been stolen: his wife and daughter.

His wife Nancy was a goddess. Standing nearly 5'8" and with straight bones hair reaching down her back, she always looked like a viking goddess next to the scrawny Ryan. Her DD-cup breasts always strained every bra and shirt to the limit, and though she insisted otherwise Ryan thought she was really an E-cup. Her large breasts matched her flaired hips well, but were a stark contrast to her trim and toned abdomen. She spent every day exercising while Ryan was at work, alternating with watching the approved re-runs of old non-sexual shows from before the outbreak on the Enclave station, the only channel their TV set will show due to the explicit content filter.

Nancy was possessed of an insatiable sexual appetite, and often demanded sex from Ryan several times a day. While he was happy to oblige, the nerdy white man was only ever to thrash uselessly on top of her. Typically she would get on top and use her superior fitness and stamina to ride him faster and harder than he could ever fuck her. He would rarely last long enough to make her cum; shooting his thin semen into a condom while she still desperately bucked on his lap. For her orgasms, she would often demand Ryan eat her pussy for hours on end, during which time she would have countless orgasms and soak his face, neck, and shoulders. In fact, although his thin 5" penis was nothing special, Ryan considered his oral skills to be his greatest sexual asset. But there would be no pussy to feast on tonight. And this was not the worst of it.

Also gone was Ashley, his sweet 18 year old daughter. She was a thin girl, and very small, standing about 5 foot even. She was always popluar at the local highschool, and Ryan had worried about the amount of attention she'd gotten from the men of the town since she turned eighteen last month. She was a dedicated runner and field hockey player, and even as her father Ryan couldn't help but notice her figure. With perky B-cups and a bouncy bubble butt, she's no where near as voluptuous as her mother. But this is made up for by her lithe curves and fit body. Looking at get picture om the wall, her pale strawberry blonde hair was almost pinkish, which highlighted her porcelain skin and deep blue eyes.

A flash of realization hits Ryan, someone has taken them! His stomach flipped; there was only one possibility: they'd been taken by outsiders. While they were isolated in their community, they did have some knowledge of what was outside. The insane sexuality and perversion of the rest of the world was the stuff of gossip. While outside media was strictly prohibited, Ryan felt that he had a pretty good idea of what went on in the world. This was bad: if they've been taken by outsiders, they might be infected with the Black Out virus. Ryan felt dizzy at the thought and stumbled outside.

There he saw two other men standing on their porches to either side of his own. They too had recently emerged from their own homes; their shocked and hollow expressions told him they had experienced the same thing. To his left, he saw Frank. A few years older than Ryan, the blonde man is just as scrawny and small. He had a beautiful brunette wife named Sasha and a blossoming light brown haired daughter called Emma, who had always been Ashley's best friend. On the other porch was Harry, a fit man in his early 20's who had moved in with his new bride about a year ago. Her name was Colleen and Ryan was always hypnotized by her awesomely-sized and gravity-defying tits whenever the young housewife would jog through the neighborhood. He remembered Nancy mentioning to him that they looked so cute together with their matching orange hair.

The three met on Ryan's porch, obviously only one thing on their minds. It was Frank that was the first to speak. "How? How could they have even gotten-"

"It doesn't matter how!" Harry angrily interjected. "What matters is that those niggers took my Colleen! And God only knows what those perverts are forcing on her right now!". When he heard this comment, Frank turned white as a ghost and looks like he might cry. The thought of his wife and daughter taken by African Bulls was clearly almost too much for him.

Ryan too was nearly overcome with emotions. The thought of Nancy and Ashley used as sex slaves by their inhumanly sexual captors made him want to vomit.

"We have to find them" Ryan whispers quietly. The other two stare at him.

"You're right." Said Harry. "I'm not going to let them take her. Let's go get my wife!"

Frank is more hesitant. "Get real. We can't even leave the compound. And if we did, the Black Out would just turn us into wimpy girly-boy". Ryan had no response to this; it was illegal to leave without the proper training, and once infected it would be impossible to return.

"I know," Harry replied. "Listen, me and Colleen once found the entrance to some sort of abandon tunnel near the north side of town. I bet you we could use that to sneak out."

"But what about the Black Out? Won't we get infected?" Ryan asked the ginger man.

"No, Black Out is spread by physical contact with bodily fluids. So as long as we don't have any sexual contact with the infected we'll be fine."

"I don't know..." said Frank. "It seems too risky."

"You got a better idea?" Retorted Harry.

"Yeah actually. My brother works at the external security office. I bet he can get us on one of the research teams that they send out." Frank told them.

This comment seemed to make Harry even more angry. "No way! No way am I gonna let them dress me up like some kinda Fag just so I can go look for my wife. Besides, what would I do when I found her looking like THAT? No we should sneak out now, while no one else knows about the tunnel."

Both Frank and Harry then turned to Ryan. As a natural party known for his level head, they are clearly waiting for him to be the tie breaking vote.