Trip from Bunker AIHOS #3 to visit Dr Fedora

Sasha and I were leaving the bunker for supplies. Emersyn stayed behind with her friend Ellie. Ellie was a somewhat sweet young girl who definitely had an attitude. She was blunt, outspoken and savage.

The funny thing is when the two teamed up together no one could predict what the two would be up to. It was always something vile, disturbing, sick, horrifying, barbaric, animalistic, psychotic, immoral and sinister. One could assume pure evil in the least.

I laughed out loud at the thought and Sasha poked me and said, "whatcha getting up about," chuckling. "Ahhh," I exclaimed, "What mischief Emersyn and Ellie will get into!"

"Yeah, you know it won't be anything good, but you can bet it'll be damn sure fun whatever they end up doing," replied Sasha.

At this, we had reached the final vault door that led out of Bunker AIHOS #3. We had previously grabbed our gear along with reinforced biohazard jumpsuits and were heading out to do a long distance supply run.

Sasha had become more than a second in command for me; she was loyal, dedicated, energetic, brilliant and knew how to keep secrets. She was highly knowledgeable in almost all important field areas deemed class priority necessary pertaining to high interest.

To top it off, she was beautiful beyond anyone's desire or dreams. I had set to meet up with one of my old pals who was doing some biocontainment research in a nearby previously evacuated and abandoned lab.

I should bring you up to speed with what kind of apocalyptic disease the world was dealing with. Six years ago, there were public media leaks of an outbreak that originated from a country territorial in a region at the time known as the sovereign communist people's republic of China.

This is where most of the outbreak could be traced, even though other areas exploded quickly with the outbreak that was faster than anything he had ever seen. My buddy Fedora had told me that it was definitely the craziest disease-related real-life scenario that he had ever experienced or ever researched, acknowledging I had seen a ton of crazy far out and unmatched things in my time.

The outbreak was first termed as a slow **** plague and was called by the state-run and public media outlets as SDP 66. The SDP mutant variations were actually something far worse than me and my colleagues had assumed.

To even go out in the open air, you had to have special expensive super produced protective clothing and gear. I described previously to you the bunker layout. Little did I realize that the bunker I happened to be a part of the design team of would prove so important, viable and valuable in this given scenario.

It was due to my, I would refer to as personal madness with attention to detail and **** passion and extensive knowledge training, besides my given OCD when it came to particulars of design. At this time, we had geared up in the preventive measures chamber and were at the very last door leaving the reinforced entrance of our bunker AIHOS 3.

I realized that if it weren't for all the vigorous and extensive planning along with organization from my secretary of operations Camilla, things would have been somewhat more of a hassle, given more effort and a lot more dangerous. But given Camilla's thoughtful sealed tank type professional organization, any given quest or mission ran much smoother and was carefully planned out with extensive detail to the particular agenda's specifics.

We had a fairly small group size but were making out alright given the different positions we had available to keep our mega operations running. Noted that we had a science laboratory, a field testing ballistic range, a warehouse and distribution center, a fully equipped medical bay and med testing and study center, a fully functional mechanical engineering area, and a technology headquarters.

Just so many more different partitions of the entire units and departments of our small community. Locking the mega vault wheel after exiting the bunker entrance #2, Sasha and I were finally ready to set out on the trek to visit my friend Fedora and do a research docs, files, test tube vials, syringes and equipment run from his lab and other potential buildings of interest within zone 244b.

Most of the regional areas around the world were now referred to as zones, as most of all previously existing governments had fallen or were completely obsolete. AIHOS one, two and three were located in zone 9, one of the very first zones to be recognized given the low number obtaining to this zone's reference.

I had a few men who joined my group last year and they enjoyed putting in new paths and clearing old paths along the still drivable roads from the old world that weren't torn up too much. Part of this detail was important as having cleared safe travel routes with camera posts put up at periodic intervals where I deemed necessary as one of the many security aspects for our bunker complex facilities.

Sasha thoroughly enjoyed driving and so she had it her way and was the one driving while I sat shotgun as usual whenever we rode together. She had no trouble navigating all the different unmarked and, on rare occasions, marked paths and connected roadways.

She was almost like a natural GPS for driving through far away regions and zones that were not close by, more like a hundred or more miles distance at a bare minimum. Today we would be traveling around roughly 350 miles to Dr. Fedora's facility.

The engine of our heavily modified humvee roared and we sped away, kicking some gravel up and leaving a trail of dust high in the sky! Fuzzy static noise started crackling across my long-range radio (modified walkie talkie). I heard somewhat of a distant chatter muffled and a bit distorted, a voice that I had never heard before across any of the channels I would scan and overview on the daily.

Whereas today's communication being sent out was different, I wondered what this message might be and what was the urgency in the broken muffled and chopped voice. I couldn't quite make out exactly what was being broadcasted, in other words, said lol.

I tried responding but the wavelength seemed too short and my attempted replies didn't make it over the broadcaster. I had a very large manually hand-operated modified antenna attached to the top of the humvee but it wasn't cutting it.

I wondered if I would add another coil broad range antenna on top if this would help with boosting further range. If we could get a good connection on this channel we might be onto something big, I stated to Sasha. "You never know, this could be the broadcast we all have been waiting for," referring to a talk we had a few days before on the need for more qualified individuals to join our group.

My long-term plans on re-establishing a community then an establishment similar in structure to the United States government from the old world. Of course, with a ton of policy modifications and key important changes in areas I wouldn't have previously agreed with.

A sickly deer hobbled across the road, nearly missing our front grill. I was busily adjusting frequencies, hoping to land another broadcast. This whole time I was bouncing up and down all over, almost beating myself up, given Sasha's wild and vigorously escalated driving alongside that of the rugged terrain.

All this bouncing triggered my mind to drift, reflecting how I loved the way she would put that effort onto riding my stiff fully erected concreted rock hard cock. Talk about a crazy notion of thought; if a penis could break, here Sasha's crazy fierce brutal untamed wild hardcore thrust bounce grind riding smashing up and down my shaft would bring about such thoughts if you hadn't thought of such things before.

All the while I was busy tuning the scans of my long-range radio, trying not to be distracted by such pleasant and arousing rogue thoughts, as we sped along down an uneven and rocky pot-holed path in the humvee. My god, there was nowhere on her sexy beautiful body that she didn't like the touch of cock; she had told me more times than I can remember how much she liked the taste of my semen, something of how it was like a foreign delicacy.

Whatever she meant by this, I have yet to still ask her. Trying to focus on the task at hand deemed quite difficult as these kind of thoughts and similar ones flooded my entire neurological network, making it very uneasy to think straight.

I gotta say she was more addicting and worth more to me than any **** or desire on the entire planet could ever be worth to me. Sasha had noticed my almost immediate erection and grabbed my firm cock from outside my hazard suit. "Holy fuck," I nearly busted!