Fatal Flesh I ~The Death of Flesh's Folly~

Year: 2003

Location: One of several secret laboratories around the world under the supervision of a coalition of Catholic, Protestant, and Christian faiths (the beginning of The Way) for the study of codename “Flesh’s Folly” the origins of “Fatal Flesh”.



What is the price of salvation, what is the price of redemption, to think it was given freely was surely gullibility. Do we ever stop paying, if you have ever been to church on Sunday and then again and again then maybe you know the answer?



A onetime deal she thought spreading her legs for them, the doctors gathered round as Austin entered her. She loved Austin she really did and that was the problem having given herself to him once before. As he fucked her one of the doctors injected him in the buttocks with their so called miracle cure, a few seconds later the results.



Just as he began to cum within her he suddenly pulled out, and looked upon the faces in the room as if he were confused… and demented. His dick began shooting not cum but blood on all of them, as it had been with him in seconds they changed, they became enraged, mad, and horny. Those that hadn’t changed were the first to be attacked as she found Austin banging her head against the metal table, his cock in her mouth.



A moment or so more and he exploded, his entire body nothing left but blood, and still around her the rage and the orgy continued. This is my price, my penance she thought silently as she rolled onto the floor; bloody, battered, and fucked as one of the “Wanton” found her there.



* * *



This wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last as the red alert sounded and the so called evacuation of the lab began. Every lab had what they called “The Ascension Protocol” though in other terms it was known as The Lamb’s Book of Life, a throw back to their founder.



This list contained the names of all those in the event of cataclysm would be ferried, codename “Rapture” away from the site of infection. The list began with the religious leaders though with the constant infighting some would be left behind, next would be government officials. Last strangely would be the scientists, doctors, and creators of the cure, those who truly could continue the work.



A name not found in The Ascension Protocol was simply dead, as many found out at this place in time. The Ascension Protocol was a highly guarded secret, one of many secrets but none as great as Flesh’s Folly for the moment. The names were checked and rechecked; helicopters and planes took off, alibis set, lockdown confirmed.



“Pilot” the priest tapped, “radio frequencies, cellular, computers,” the pilot answered him “all jammed and blocked, no message is getting out.” The priest rested comfortably if there was anyone left alive they wouldn’t be for much longer anyway.



* * *



She thought she made it, she thought she would be one for Rapture but as the facility was locked she made other plans. “I won’t die, I won’t die,” she repeated to herself as she picked up the syringe; as the door burst open and they came for her.



“Well, well, Dr. Roberts” one of them says looking at her, he had wanted her for so long and now seemed as good a time as ever. As she raised the syringe one raised a gun and said, “Come on now, you know what that stuff does to people, and we’re still alive, you won’t die quickly” and he laughed. “No I won’t die at all!!!” and she plunged it into her own arm, feeling Flesh’s Folly course through her veins and she was no longer afraid.



As the bullets flew through her body, she felt her fingers being blow off, her organs bleeding out, and yet she stood. Her missing fingers replaced with something different “what are those” a man barely got out the word… “Tentacles” She laughed as she took them all, her desire getting the best of her as she killed all but one, a man that had never looked her way.



As she ripped his pants off she attempted to straddle him but he charged her knocking her against the wall, knowing he would be dead in seconds. Dr. Roberts felt him inside and though she was no longer herself and that her death was assured for at least a moment she was happy.



* * *



Naked but armed she crept along the wall; steadying herself she could only watch the carnage. She nearly missed the sign that read what she had been looking for, communications, and with the screaming on the other side of the door, she entered.



The Wanton were on top of some girl a teenager, maybe the daughter of one of the scientists because they couldn’t afford to let them out. Others were busy as well a man had a woman riding him, her hands clasped around his neck strangling him. She knew she wouldn’t have time to get out but she found a camera, she had to get some message out, and the computer was still online for the moment.



“My name is Penny, I’m in some underground lab that was created by the church and several world governments; there has been some kind of accident.” She paused not really knowing what she was saying this had all been a terrible mistake and even if she asked for help they wouldn’t get there in time. “All I ask is bear witness, to what has happened and what will happen, to all of you, to me, if they are allowed to continue.”



She got two shots off before turning the gun on herself and finding it empty, surely the sight and her screams would be enough for the streaming video. How was she to know that the computer’s Internet access had been cut just seconds before she said, “My name is Penny,” her penance paid or maybe not as the entire lab minutes later exploded.



* * *



Time: 11:23AM Sunday, July 19, 2009

Location: Secret Laboratory North American Facility under the supervision of The Way which includes Catholic, Protestant, and Christian faiths that have now been joined by Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Mormons, Hindus, every major religion of the world and small cult in which pleasures of the flesh are strictly curtailed for the study of codename “Flesh’s Folly” the origins of “Fatal Flesh”. Vatican City, A Mayor’s home somewhere In the United States of America, all over the United States of America, and rapidly Worldwide



“This is a red alert, I repeat red alert, to all stations begin immediately code phase Wrath of The Lamb, bring up The Ascension Protocol” as spoken by computerized warning systems. The priest’s laptop glowed red as the names within The Ascension Protocol were seen, a worldwide list, “begin evacuation, codename: Rapture.”



“What happened!!!” the minister roared to the scientist beside him, helicopters were arriving quickly to ferry them away. “We don’t know exactly but one of our facilities has been compromised and failed its security protocol, Flesh’s Folly has already gotten out,” he said. “One facility, we have seen this happen before the cure simply getting out of hand, why abandon the project, we were so close…”



From the first lab compromised no one knows what took place; as simple as a vial breaking, perhaps several vats of blood suddenly coating the earth around the site. “Flesh’s Folly has never left the facility, somehow or another it has gotten outside, you know as well as I do that it wasn’t ready, we can’t contain it,” he said. “May God’s will be done” the minister said as they boarded and took off, the sky was filled with those to blame.



“Facility… has successfully been evacuated, casualties to those in The Ascension Protocol, zero” another computerized voice spoke. “We were in the path of the apocalypse, we’ll be sent to another lab” the scientist said as their lab within moments was destroyed, along with the screams of those sinners for they had not been on the list.



* * *



As the Pope took off into parts unknown the young Cardinal, pondered upon the next move of the church. Plans for the so called cure leaking out had never truly been finalized; the church had never been one to contemplate defeat.



To admit that the church had messed up, already reports were coming in of the outbreak, “Flesh’s Folly” was quickly becoming known as “Fatal Flesh.” The history of the church was that of lies and even with those lies the church had survived. If they were to own up to what had happened still the church would survive better still it may look as if they truly were in control.



To deny that they had released this virus would be no different than the old ways. Blame it on science that was always good, what about the Republicans they weren’t doing to well these days but they were valued allies. Call it God’s Wrath blame it on the people or other faiths but they would need sinners and there was already talk of a one world faith known as “The Way”.



“The people are calling for the Pope, they are seeing news reports of the virus, you have to say something,” a guard said. He knew what he would do as the message came in, his orders from the Pope himself, he would tell the people…



* * *



The pleasures of the flesh were already the gateway to Hell and at this moment they had turned the key. Had they been wrong all along; they had gone over to science and still they ignored the proof right before their eyes in favor of divine intervention.



When he first heard about the plan he felt that it would be a very easy way to be re-elected, if it worked. Imagine a formula that would wipe out teen pregnancy, the porno industry and would eliminate abortion. Not to mention many of his Republican cohorts given to their own sins… their sexual trysts.



Everyone knew religion played a huge part in government but there was a separation of church and state, or so it was written in the law. The money was going to all scientific companies that in turn were now being controlled by religious fundamentalists. The mistakes were apparent and still to stay in office he had no choice but to support their methodology, maybe mythology, no now it was reality hearing his daughter in her bedroom with her boyfriend.



Behind her door was a Hell he helped created, he wondered how he would feel if he had been selected for Rapture instead of left to face this. He opened the door, pistol at the ready, and facing the truth instead of waiting for God he opened fire.



* * *



Outside the facility it first began with the dead, taking hold of whatever was left of them. The symptom most apparent other than watching the dead rise again was their hunger.



In the very air pieces and ashes became infected with Fatal Flesh, to do such deadly work. Those who rotted beneath the dirt felt the touch of blood and craved so much more as they burst from beneath. The victims that died before the infection took hold began their next life seeking the flesh of those that still lived.



Their hunger for flesh was maddening; blood, skin, organs, ripped from those alive. It did not sustain them and yet they ate and ate until all were dead and if no living soul could be found they would feast on each other and even themselves. In some of them though their sexual urges would remain and the dead were capable of raping the living.



Whether through air, water, and earth the virus began to make its way across the entire world. With the dead rising there was no hiding that something was going wrong across the globe.



For those that did not die immediately from however they contracted it the disease took on a more sadistic form. Ironically the very first symptom of those that became infected was the very thing the sickness was created to stop.



Before a cure could be found for the “cure” they attempted to create there were two priorities; containment and destruction. This was complicated by the fact that it was unclear how the plague infected so many so quickly; blood and other fluids; biting, saliva, sex? Burning the growing tally of bodies only created ash, and thoughts of airborne contagion were not out of the question.



Lust, ravenous, uncontrollable, and insatiable, upon infection a person sought to rape the living to death. The second symptom as they ripped not only the victim’s body apart but their own was the hunger of the dead. The last symptom proved fatal, either by dying and becoming one of the Wanton dead or dissolving into a pool of blood as the body gave out.



The need for flesh, the same as bread and water, the same as air, and exactly the same as the need for God as the religious would say. Dissolving into a pool of blood was thought to be the most merciful, until the dead, animals, and what was left alive, began to drink their fill.



As for containment The Way had thought it was prepared with churches, synagogues, and temples; with the strongholds, laboratories, and bunkers they made for themselves. Destruction of course would prove a much simpler solution if not very effective with the rising population of Wanton.



First the idea of people locking themselves in their homes but this was no deterrent to the pestilence, a father locking himself in with his daughters… Running to the churches to the feet of The Way, there was less protection there, and those that The Way took in… better to stay home. Finally there were the “Safe Zones” that The Way created, they were never safe for very long.



Destruction of the Wanton and dead was quickly discovered; the first and standard method was a bullet to the head… that stopped most. Despite concerns over airborne spread of the plague, the burning of bodies continued by order of The Way, mostly in an effort to maintain control, as with the witch burnings of old. Finally, what The Way had set out to do in the first place came to pass; the ending of sex and eventually life, castration and mutilation that put down the living, both infected and not.



How long must we run and hide became the thoughts of all but as days turned to weeks, months, a year, people began to forget how the world once was. How long must we fight, no matter how many people somehow remained immune, millions more became Wanton, and no one could estimate how many of the dead had already been put down.



As for the governments of the world, it became all to clear that they had known of such a threat all along. Not only had they known but they had made preparations to save their own asses, with assistance from The Way.



How many campaigns had been planned in preparation of the cure “Flesh’s Folly” being made available “forced” upon the public? In the works now were ideas of putting down the disease “Fatal Flesh”; attempting to guarantee a future that no longer existed. The next leaders would be cheaters, thieves, and rapists just like now, but not with votes or cash, the new leaders would rule with The Way, weapons, and rape.



For most of the political survivors when the Rapture took place they were immediately air lifted out. Some who knew The Way would not save them and saw God would not save them had created their own methods of survival. A few realizing what awaited them with the new world took their own lives or wondered why their children would not die after two shots in the stomach.



Telling the public what had happened would be the tricky part, but The Way made sure people remained ignorant, they would believe whatever they were told. If religion didn’t work they of course had their good friends at “Mamba” the voice of the Republican Party.



* * *



The first reports were too spectacular, the dead rising from the grave, how the global community was being affected all at once, and the name of what was happening “Fatal Flesh.” What came next were the horrific images, the stories, and video websites threw their rules out the window to reveal what was going on.



As it was written in the days of old bodies buried in graves, behind stone walls, even those beneath the sea began to come back. First looked upon as miracles to some, women mourning dead husbands suddenly caught in their embrace. Their joy was turned to terror as necks were gnawed and dresses were ripped apart as they were raped inside coffins.



The mayor of one town was found being fucked by his own daughter who had two bullet wounds to her stomach as she laughed hysterically. In hospitals, morgues emptied only for the number of dead to increase drastically, doctors soon abandoned their posts. Religious leaders with security forces preached that Hell had overflowed upon the world but God would save mankind.



To most this appeared to be the very end of the world but religion was of one mind and with that they controlled the people. The atrocities continued and only grew worse but God was in control or more to the point of these things… The Way was in control.



* * *



In homes across the United States of America and the entire world, people awaited the word of who was responsible for this terrifying outbreak that had been set loose upon the people and of course possible rescue from it. As the words were spoken for mere moments there was a collective sigh across the globe, if everything went according to plan soon every religious institution would be a part of bringing about the cure.



The Catholic Church was more than prepared; their forces were being dispatched all over. The most important officials were taken in Rapture to readymade sites to begin their work. Others began preparations to lock down cities and create “safe zones” for the people.



Below one A.M.E. church, the scientists began their work in searching for at first a way to correct the virus. The second order of business was a general cure but correction was ordered before hand “Fatal Flesh” must be made into its true form. “What of mutations” the question was asked from the lab, they could not believe the answer that came through…



To see Muslim leaders break bread with Catholic Priests, beside them government officials, former ex-presidents, and their vice presidents. A very spirited TV host from Mamba gave a toast, “To the United States of America, the greatest nation God ever put on this Earth.”



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