Chris

Chris walked out of Ellie’s room and heard the door close behind him. He could still taste her on his lips. He knew Ellie had wanted more tonight, but he just wasn’t in the mood. He couldn’t wait around forever though, Ellie got really passive aggressive when she was horny but he wasn’t doing anything about it. Tomorrow night he would probably have to give her what she wanted.

Looking over the living room and into the kitchen, Chris noticed the May and Lane had left the kitchen. They had stuck around after they had all finished unloading the groceries, the two of them hunched together in one chair. Judging by the way they had been acting they were probably off fucking some where. Chris didn’t really care as long as he didn’t have to experience any part of it. Unfortunately, Lane got loud, so hopefully they had chosen a place far enough away.

Dragging his butt upstairs, Chris found himself in that weird in between between being tired and awake. He couldn’t bring himself to go get ready for bed yet, so he walked down the hall and into a room at the end. The room had a nice shaggy carpet and was filled with a large brown sofa that formed a U shape and looked like it had been used for years, a small table placed in the alcove formed by the U shakes served as a place to put food. A large flatscreen TV was bolted to the wall with two speakers mounted besides it, something that sounded appealing to Chris at the moment.

Chris sank down into the sofa, and fumbled around in a basket on the table for the TV remote. The TV stirred to life and Chris began surfing the channels for something to watch, passing by cop shows and a baking competition, Chris eventually settled on a sitcom. He’d already seen this episode, so after a few minutes of half hearted attention, his mind begin to wander.

At some point Chris must have dozed off, because suddenly he was jolted awake.

BEEEEEEEPPPPP

Fumbling for his phone Chris could see that 40ish minutes had passed since he laid down. Chris looked at the TV, which had cut off the sitcom he was watching.m, the screen now filled with flashing yellow text that read

“Important broadcast to begin momentarily,”

Chris watched confused as the screen cut to a live broadcast of a bald man with a beard wearing a suit. A footer appeared that identified the man as the governor of the state. The man seemed frazzled and unprepared for the situation, but with a dire look in his eyes he begin speaking in a cold, calm voice.

“Attention all residents, effective immediately we are putting into place a state wide lockdown. All residents are to lock themselves inside their homes and remain there until notified otherwise. Residents are not allowed to travel to other locations at this time, and movement out of the state has been halted until otherwise stated. This action is being taken in response to what appears to be an outbreak of a psychological illness effecting both our state and nearby ones. Residents are advised to avoid any partially or completely nude persons or those that are demonstrating unusual sexual behavior. If at any point a person close to you should being to show signs of heightened sexual activity, please restrain them immediately. The national guard is working to counteract the illness and we require strict adherence to the guidelines previously stated to ensure the illness is not allowed to spread. I repeat, avoid contact with any persons showing symptoms of pale skin, dull eyes, cold skin, expanded sexual features, and an unusual willingness to preform sexual acts. Thank you for your cooperation and I pray those that hear this remain safe.”

With that the broadcast, began over from the beginning and the man began his speech again.

“What the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK,” thought Chris, “What was this guy on about? People getting infected by some virus? And what was all that bullshit about people having a desire to have sex?”

Chris felt his stomach drop and he felt queasy. He felt his breath quicken as chills ran down his limbs.

“Stay calm, stay calm,” thought Chris, “You’re going to be okay. The guy already said the national guard is working to stop the spread. Just do what they said. Lock the doors and stay put.”

Chris jumped off the couch and starting running. He had to make sure everyone else heard the broadcast and that they knew what was going on. Or at least the vague, strange, hard to understand message he had seen. Chris felt his breath pick up more and he felt a sense of unbearable dread wash over him.