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Chapter 11 by sindermann sindermann

what happens next?

Melody's tale

Melody was a very, very successful businesswoman before the Outbreak. She and her gorgeous teenaged daughter lived in luxury in a chic modern apartment overlooking Back Bay, Boston. Divorced and shrewd, Melody kept herself in amazing shape more for subtly hinting to prospective business associates that she could, with enough cooperation, be wooed into more than a deal. Once the ink was dry, of course, the sweetness went cold on the Mark and shifted to the next merger.

The first indication she had that something was wrong came from her daughter. She was at a business meeting that had lasted all day. When she got a call from her daughter, she glanced at the number and slid it back into her jacket pocket. Being used to her daughter's habit of calling at inopportune times, she ignored the first three calls. Finally, she excused herself after 5 solid minutes of vibrations and muted rings. Annoyed that she was being interrupted, she went to the restroom and clicked the phone open.

"Dammit Crystal, I told you..." was all she got out as the horrors filled her ears. Her daughter was grunting and screaming. A sea of moans and groans was all around her. She was screaming:

"MOMMY! WHY DIDN"T YOU PICK UP! OHH!!! AHH!!!!" Her wet, muffled sobs from what sounded unmistakably like a full mouth echoed in her ears. Melody panicked. She started screaming for her daughter and ran from the restaurant, the sounds of her precious daughter's violation filling her mind with horrid images, but none were even close to the true terror.

She heard gunfire down the street. A car slammed into a mailbox, and what she saw inside was unreal. The passenger was EATING the driver's arm as he screamed! She turned back to see an ambulance swerve and slam into a building and explode into flames. "This isn't real" she thought.

She saw the first one then, up close. One of the local Heavenly Hotdog vendors was waddling toward her, eyes milky, cock throbbing, and missing an arm. His mouth hung open and his neck was chewed out. Melody stopped, took a deep breath, and quickly made her way to her Jaguar. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew that if she panicked, she was done for.

She started her car, and tore away from the curb, the Hot Dog vendor holding onto her driver's side mirror.

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