Infected - Chapter 8 - Nowhere's SafeChapter 8Nowhere's SafeBirds scattered from the trees as the shot ran out. The stock of the gun rammed into Leigh's shoulder and she felt the bruise darkening on her skin.Leigh paused, crouching again, and looked around the field in silence. She could feel her heart beating, steady and slow, a deep punch against her ribcage every second. The others had gone off in various directions, and Leigh was sure Snare was in the trees with his namesake, and so effectively, she was alone.The retriever barked from a way off, bounding forward with glee and snatched up the flapping feathered mass of whatever Leigh's lucky shot had hit. It gave a muff
Infection - PrologueOn the eighth of May 2016, a modified influenza virus was synthesized in government-controlled labs located in the heart of the English midlands; onlookers were to believe it was developing a new vaccine.The virus' production was funded for by an anonymous source, though companies with the funds to do so were scarce; individuals with the funds were scarcer.Specifications were extensive: the virus was to increase higher brain function, the intensity and range of senses —smell, sight, hearing—, increase pain threshold, allow the body to digest more foods —a list was provided— and to allow the brain to 'shut down' unneede
Grant Meryz pt.1Alarm ring!Alarm ring!Alarm ring!!Alarm ring!!!Grant Meryz wearily turned over in his bed, pulling the plaid double-throw over his head and shuffling down, pressing his ear into the pillow, groaning. He clenched his eyes and jaw simultaneously, trying to drown out the noise of the ringing three inches from his head and he bit his lip as he felt himself drifting into full consciousness and his dream of being in Alice in Wonderland rapidly faded and he found himself lying in his bed in his room with his alarm persistently going off."For fuck's sake…" He mumbled, thrusting his arm out from under the covers like a bird from the thi
Bullet and Dez lit."Bullet!!" A shrill whinny sounded out over the pasture and a streak of cream shot out from under the cover of the aspens, forehooves stretched out, neck down and arched and he bucked, a spray of brown mud flecking his white tail as it foamed and dragged like a banner behind him. The stallion was strongly built, the muscles of a racer rippling beneath his cream coat and his form suddenly became thinner, lither and faster as he stretched out into the true gallop of a racer and he neighed again, ears pushed back by the wind, eyes squinted and intense in glaring at a copper-colored form at the end of the field, 500 yards away. He neighed again
Jimmy and Kimber - pt.1There was no sound in the stallions end of the barn as the light filtered through the dusty windows and illuminated square patches of light on the shavings in each stall, occasionally lighting up a bay, cream or black hide or glinting in an eye before the beholder turned their head into the darkness again. It was by no means a busy day, Kalib was busy sorting out arrangements for importing a few horses of various breeds to the stables, whilst Grant and Frankie were training the colts in the pastures, leaving nothing but the serene atmosphere and gentle rustling of a haynet.In the end stalls were the pair of ponies who also joined the Thor
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