GMO Strain Apocalypse Survival

By JW Foxtemple

Fashead is dead, but his mission lives on. A new group of extremists have picked up where he left off, and they are way more prepared than he ever was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JW Foxtemple
• Release date: Apr 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370990290

JW Foxtemple

As a retired member of the United States Coast Guard, and veteran of the U.S. Army I find I have plenty of time on my hands in my current role of stay at home dad. To fill my empty time while my children attend school I have begun writing. If not I would have to do things like clean, cook, and do laundry. I find writing a much better hobby.

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GMO STRAIN

APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL

BY

JW FOXTEMPLE

Deceit

The large metal door began to slide upwards into the ceiling in its recess. As it slowly crept out of sight on its track, a cloud of fog wafted through the opening rolling across the floor. It crept towards the two-people standing in the middle of a long rectangular room filled with similar doors just like the one now completely open along each wall.

They walked cumbersomely in their bulky hazard suits, complete with large helmets paired with plastic face shielding windows, and internal oxygen tank system for breathing. They pushed a standard yellow pallet jack one would find in any warehouse, or factory in the world.

Inside the room, various sized yellow cases covered in red sealing tape, and marked with biological hazardous material stickers, sat on a wooden pallet.

Sliding the jack under the pallet, and centering for the load weight they pumped the handle causing the hydraulic pumps to lift the forks raising the pallet, and cargo from the floor. Once at a reasonable height they backed out of the room.

Back out in the main area one of the figures pushed a button on the wall that caused the door to begin ascending back down again. The large panel slipped silently into a slot in the floor followed by a loud click that caused both people to jump. Rushing air could be heard on the other side of the door even through their protective suits before everything became quiet again.

A thump like a large fist hitting metal startled them again, and then the door before them began to glow red, then yellow sending a heat wave into the corridor. This was the signal that the room had been sanitized. Every room in the facility had its own segregated decontamination system, while the entire building had a single emergency system that would do the same not only to the structure, but to a quarter mile circumference.

As soon as their nerves settled they pushed their cargo through another set of doors that closed behind them automatically. These ones closing in a rush of hydraulics, and a click from metallic locks that went unheard through the protective gear.

Now clear of the storage lockers they stood in a massive, mostly empty room much like the last. Every inch covered in surgical steel metal. The two main differences being only two doors in, or out. One behind them leading back into the storages, and the other before them across the vast floor that led into the main facility.

The largest of the two differences was the huge computerized conveyer system along one wall. This was how all things removed from the holding rooms would be shipped to the laboratories for studying. It would move everything through an enclosed system that had its own decontamination protocols. If a spill were to happen while containers were being shipped it would completely seal itself off, and complete a burn sequence.

The monstrous machine was capable of sending containers like semi-truck trailers only slightly smaller anywhere in the building. The rollers use magnetic force to push, and pull them through the system, and the computer programming guides what rollers would activate to move it to the proper location.

A ramp led up to the loading area were an empty container sat waiting to be loaded, and sent through the system. The two-people struggled getting their haul loaded into the container before closing the door, and walked back down the ramp. They did not even bother to remove the pallet jack knowing they would need it to remove everything in the lab anyway.

One of the figures stepped up to the control panel keyboard, and typed in the instructions on where to send it. After they had everything set the machine came to life, and like a monster snake it swallowed the box on the belt, and closed its own door. That was the only down side to the system is that only one shipment could be made at a time. The door would not reopen until the shipment was pulled out on the other end.

With nothing left to do, the two of them walked towards the other set of doors leading into the facility. This part of the job done there was no reason to hang around. The doors slid open as they approached to reveal the small waiting room on the other side.

This was a personnel decontamination room. Built in sensors of every kind invented were used in the construction of these rooms. Every laboratory, and storage area in the place had one that everyone must go through to be able to enter the main building.

As soon as the door closed behind them they waited for any alarms to sound off signaling contamination. When only silence followed, they relaxed, and broke the seals on their helmets. They removed them from their heads, and placed them on a cart that would go through a cleaning cycle before being used again.

So, William are you ready to start looking through this stuff? You have been talking about it since I started my internship with you. A young woman said, as she ran her fingers through her hair removing the tangles caused by the helmet.

Oh indeed. I am excited, yet nervous. Have I told you about Jane, and everything she went through to get this stuff for us? William asked her as he ran his hand over his face. Quite a story that.

You have told me that story so many times I can’t count anymore. She laughed. I am just glad that you are allowing me to assist you on this. Even with as horrible as this is I am so excited to study one of Doctor Fashead’s creations. The young girl said as she sat on a couch waiting the required thirty-minute holding before being allowed to exit. I just hope that being held in storage for so long hasn’t allowed any live specimens to be lost.

Don’t worry about that. Inside one of the cases is a few vials of the dormant virus from his personal lab. It will be your job to count, and catalog each sample since a count could not be done in the field. I am putting a lot of faith in you Jasmine. William said as he lounged in a desk chair facing her.

William turned from her, and began to work at a laptop terminal on the desk. He tracked the travel of the cargo being shipped through the building. He glanced over to Jasmine, and watched as she closed her eyes as if to nap the rest of the wait away.

Once the lab received the samples he closed the laptop, and looked to the clock to see he had fifteen minutes left on the timer, and decided to try to nap himself.

He was awoken sometime later by Jasmine standing over him telling him that it was time to get started, and then walking away through the open door. He must have slept longer than he expected since the door was already open.

It was not until he got in the lab that he realized he must have slept for a real long time when he saw that one of the containers from storage had already been open.

Umm Jasmine why is this case open? What is going on here? William sounded a little uneasy as he asked eyeing the unsealed case.

Oh, you were sleeping really heavily, so I thought I would get started cataloging everything. That top case held what was marked as final lab items. I did not open any of the packages. Instead I placed them all in the chilled storage unit as I typed them into inventory. Jasmine said smiling over at him proud of herself for getting straight into her work.

Good job! He said relaxing some. I was worried that one of the crates was open, and we had not noticed. With all the of the pressure of running this place I have not slept well lately. Thank you for allowing me a little rest. Shall we finish this up?

Of course. She responded smiling as they began to dress in much lighter hazmat suits than they had in the storage area. These ones were of a light plastic fabric with no face protection at all. They had to put on cloth face masks, and then use plastic shields held on by a head band. Once the new outfit was completed with latex gloves they got to work opening the rest of the cases.

The work took a couple of hours, it was easy just tedious. Much of the job was a lot of typing into the computer, and matching samples with stickers, and location in the new cases they would be held in.

Just as they were about done William found an empty bag laying on the floor marked dormant sample. Hey Jas, you should be careful with these bags. Do you know which sample it belongs to?

Oh, that one was already empty. Maybe she wrote on it by mistake, or something, and just added it to the case. Jasmine said without turning around to face him.

No that is not like Jane at all, but you might be right. He said a little puzzled. With all of the action going on around her over there she could have written it up then dropped it, and grabbed another. I will just place it back in the box for incineration. Are you almost done? It is getting late, and I would like to get out of here, and enjoy a nice long weekend. William announced as he shoved the last large crate into a shoot barely big enough to hold it. He closed the door on the shaft and pressed a switch that would drop it down a shoot to be incinerated.

Yeah just about, and you can go ahead, and burn everything. Once I get this last bit typed in we can head out to decontamination again, and then head home. I have a date with Roger tomorrow I can’t wait for. She said with a laugh that William could not tell if it was a pleasant one, or something to fear.

Later that evening William was finally able to relax, and as he headed to bed he thought of how well the facility he designed had been working so far. As he laid their Jasmine’s laugh echoed through his head, and it haunted him into his sleep.

Roger

Hello? Anyone home? A male voice came calling through the door. Jasmine lit the last candle on the dining room table, and rushed over to let Roger in. She stopped, glancing back at her little apartment, to make sure everything was set for her evening date at home.

Hey baby. I am glad you made it. I have some very big plans for you tonight. She said swinging the door open while smiling brightly at him.

Roger always loved her smile. It was so disarming, and very beautiful. Not to mention Jasmine was a very sexy brunette that stood at five foot six with a clean olive complexion that made her turn heads everywhere she went.

He could never understand why she chose to be with him. Roger was only five foot nine himself, and as pale as any night shift worker. His job was not glamorous at all, but it did pay the bills. He worked down on the salt flats in Tacoma at a paper mill rolling huge rolls of paper into a machine. The work kept him fit well enough he never had the need for a gym, but he believed himself very plane.

When he approached Jasmine the first time it was on accident. They were at a small coffee shop, and he was just trying to get to his sixteen-ounce mocha that was behind her. While approaching his drink she looked up at him, and smiled. Smiling back, he reached behind her which made her jump a little.

Sorry. I am just grabbing my drink here. He said holding up the cup for her to see.

Oh, I am so sorry. She said showing that bright smile she loved to flash at everyone.

My name is Roger. Would you care to join me? He said to her not wanting to waste such an opportunity waving at a table he had his laptop, set up on.

I would love to. Let me get my drink, and I will be right over. She said turning back to the counter.

Roger sat down at his laptop unsure of what to do next. He was expecting her to get her drink, and just leave. When she got her drink, and joined him he was at a loss, as to what to do next. Looking at her with his boyish grin he closed his laptop, and placed it in his bag.

So, what’s your name? He asked her a little shyly, as he zipped up his bag.

My names Jasmine. You will have to forgive me. I don’t normally just join a random stranger for coffee, but it is the least I can do for thinking you were going to grab me. She said with a light laugh that relaxed his nerves.

They talked for hours that night, at their little table. She talked about her internship, and he about his laborious job. They really connected when they both discovered that neither had any family, or any kind of social life because of their schedules.

That first day was four months ago, and they had been seeing each other ever since. They normally met for dinner, or a movie in the evenings. This was the first time she had invited him to her apartment even though he had invited her to his several times. She told him she had huge plans for tonight, and be prepared for unimaginable events.

He was nervous, yet excited at the same time walking into her place. Looking around he found it to be a nice well organized home. It was so nice he wondered if she was ever actually home to put anything out of place.

Hey wonderful. Something smells really good. He said looking at the elaborate candlelit dinner sitting on the table. Do you need help with anything?

Nope I have it all covered. Tonight, is all about you baby. She said guiding him over to a seat at the table. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek she walked back into the little kitchen to finish cooking their meal.

They talked about their week, as they ate the chicken pasta that Jasmine had made. The conversation was mostly of Roger’s night at work. Every Time Roger would ask her something about her day she always guided it back to him all through the meal.

With dinner done Jasmine guided Roger down the hall to her bedroom. Inside he found the room lit only by the light of several electric candles. An old four post bed sat in the middle of the room without all of the lace, and ribbon. He came to a halt when he saw that attached to each post was a restraint with adjustable length chains.

Um! Well I had no idea you were into this kind of thing. Roger said taking in the scene as his heart began to race. A little from excitement, and some from fear. They had talked about bondage before, but only in a joking manner; never seriously.

Like I said tonight is all about you. Here let me help you get ready for what is next. She giggled, as she pulled his shirt over his head. As he kicked off his shoes, she slowly unbuttoned his pants. While she pulled his pants legs off she managed to grab his socks on the way.

Lay down baby. This is going to be one wild ride. She laughed throwing his clothes in random directions.

Not wanting to disappoint her he jumped into the bed. Please be gentle on me. It is my first time. He tried to joke, but his voice was shaky from his nerves. He was however readily eager for what was about to happen.

Jasmine climbed onto him, and sat on his stomach. She began to kiss around his face, and neck before gently guiding his hands towards the shackles one at a time. He laid there enjoyed the view of her body, as she worked. His fear all but forgotten as she turned around to lock in his legs.

With him all secured she gave him a long deep kiss on the lips before leaning to the nightstand next to the bed. Sliding out the drawer she reached in to produce a full-face blindfold. It had a leather patch that covered the mouth, but left enough space for him to breath. She fastened the straps, as the anticipation built inside him.

Jasmine teased him relentlessly for an hour before she finally gave into his desire. Even still she did things that stretched their time together. She would scratch him