evacuated to the base

"Belay that order for extraction. Things just got a whole lot more complicated." The sargeant rubbed his suddenly tired face. I wasn't surprised. "Okay doctor. I'm giving you two minutes to explain yourself before getting her out of here and putting a knife in your throat." The sargeant's cold blue eyes flared as he imagined doing just that. I liked him already.

"Well, we know where to extract the serum from, and I believe that we can synthasize a gene therapy for women to become like her. I only need two more crucial bits of data: the effect her natural system has on the uninfected, and a few female "volunteers" to test the gene therapy on. I had planned on using the other residents of the house, but now that you are here I'm sure you can find more suitable test subjects for me."

The sargeant spoke into his mic. "Did you get that HQ?" he said, hate in his eyes. I saw his jawline tighten. "Roger." he said. "Corperal Heely, proceed with Evac order, but make it a convoy." He turned to face me. I could see it in his face. "I'm terribly sorry Ms DeMoss, but we are relocating this operation to a safer bunker underground."

"Its okay. I know how important I am." I said, pulling on gray tank top. "I've endured two solid years of this, and if it takes another month or two to end it for all women, then I can't really say no." I slid on a pair of tight jeans and knee-high zippered boots, and walked passed them. "I'll get my things together." I said. The sargeant didn't say anything to me.

Two soldiers had already packed my essentials by the time I got to the room. I got a few trinkets to take with me as they loaded up the lab within minutes. The others in the house were already sitting in an armored vehicle outside, still zip cuffed and quiet. Occasionally the sound of gunfire erupted from the perimeter fence.

Within an hour, I was sitting in an armored humvee with three soldiers, bounding our way down the rough country road. It was only then I saw how bad everything had gotten in the last six months. Hordes roamed the darkness, kept at bay only by the escorting Blackhawk and the .50 cal machine guns on top of the convoys.

It was nearly three hours before we reached the base. Everyone was quarantined, printed, photoed, examined. The army doctor gave my pussy a fresh shave and roughly examined my still tender pussy and ass. I looked over and saw that Melody was treated much the same way. They didn't say it, but I knew they were looking for any residual zombie virus. She hadn't said a word to me since being taken from the farmhouse. She had had a bad experience with a group of **** soldiers shortly after the initial outbreak.

She was taken away next, and I was left alone in quarantine, thinking about her tale and wondering if the same was in store for me, and possibly her; again.