Noxious_Control

Hi! I'm Dean. I write stories and make edits of mostly musky stuff like armpits, feet, farts, burps and all that jazz. NO SCAT My hypnosis account: @spiralling_control on Instagram, Twitter and DeviantArt Find me here: linktr.ee/spirallingcontrol

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Introduction

Hey there! Welcome to my blog. On this page I post stories written by me, captions written by me and the occasional edits. This blog is centered around all things gay and stinky. That said...

Kinks included: - Sweat - Armpits - Feet - Farts - Burps And other kinks not included in the list below sprinkled in here and there.

Kinks NOT included: - SCAT - Age play - Incest - Bestiality I may be missing some others, but if you request something which should've been on this list I'll let you know.

Now, I had the idea inspired by the wonderful @thestinkverse (if you're into farts/face sitting definitely check out his page) to start a kinky AU of Teen Wolf where we get to see all the raunchy stuff those guys get up to.

So, most of my stories/caption shall revolve around them and their kinky, sweaty, stinky, raunchy and sexy adventures. Eventually I might branch out, but for now I'll stick with Teen Wolf.

Are you more interested in Hypnosis/Kaa edits? Then I've got the page for you! My instagram and Twitter are @spiralling_control, also able to found here: linktr.ee/spirallingcontrol. You can also scroll down on my page to find some examples!

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"What stinks so bad..? Huh, what're you... Ah~ Yeah... I'll obey. Please... give me more." It doesn't take long before it takes hold over his brain and turns him into a toy for his master.

Wondering why he's like this? Check out my Noxious Teen Wolf series! New part on Friday!

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"Guh... You stink so good... But I can resist. Yeah... I can... I can resist... Come closer? Yeah... Okay." Isaac tries his hardest to stay aware, but he too succumbs to the overwhelming and hypnotic stench.

Wondering why he's like this? Check out my Noxious Teen Wolf series!

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You step into the elevator, craving some relaxation. The man next to you steps closer. You feel a hand slide across your back onto your hips. As you look over, he rips a brassy fart in the lift. Now you're stuck in here with him and his stench as he smirks at you.

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Noxious TW Poll #4

Winner of the last poll: Watch Scott play lacrosse. (48 votes to 26. )

Read the next part here! The first threat has appeared, how will you act?

What will you do?

See if there's a way into the school

Get to your car

Hide

Remaining time: 20 hours 20 minutes

Noxious Teen Wolf #4 (Lacrosse)

Watch Scott play lacrosse (48 Scott to 26 Jordan) After getting a tease of Scott's body, you just have to see what kind of surprises await

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"Wha- Dude! You... reek.... Yeah. You uh... smell fine, man. Mind if I... y'know... smell you up close?"

Jackson stammered as the smell seeps from the other guy's body. Wondering why he's like this? Check out my Noxious Teen Wolf series! New post coming later today!

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"You... You can't get me to submit. Your rank stench is doing nothing... to me... Nothing... at all..." Derek says, being so sure of himself at first before slowly slipping down into a stink-induced trance.

Wondering why he's like this? Check out my Noxious Teen Wolf series! New post + poll every Friday!

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Noxious TW Poll #3

Winner of the last poll: Head into town (VERY close vote. 10 to 9 to 8)

Read the next part here! From here on out, your choices may destroy or save Beacon Hills! Good luck!

How will your journey start?

Go watch Scott play lacrosse

Text Jordan to come over

Voting ended onJul 17

Noxious Teen Wolf 3

Head into town (10 town to 9 library to 8 reserve) You're running low on food in the fridge. And maybe you can find some nice shops in town

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"Agh... Dude this place reeks... But I can't help it... I should.. I should keep sniffing." Stiles says, slowly letting the stench seep into his brain.

Wondering why he's like this? Check out my Noxious Teen Wolf series! New post coming tomorrow!

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Head to the Gym - Noxious TW #2

After a week of stressful moving, you could unwind a little by going to the gym and getting a good workout in.

You enter the gym, the cool air from the AC letting you escape the warmth outside for a while. 

“You new here?” The worker asks. “Haven’t seen you around.”

“Yeah. Moved in a week ago.” You answer. After some quick small chat, you sign up for a membership. You move through the gym with the worker as your guide towards the locker rooms. Once there you change into your workout gear and walk back into the gym.

It’s rather small and not many people seem to be there. But you don't pay it any mind as it’s already better than the overcrowded gym you used to workout in. You get on the treadmill and start your 15 minute run. You work up quite the sweat as you look into the gym, taking in the interior. You’re unsure if they were going for modern or traditional with the mismatching furniture and tacky wallpaper. 

You get done with your warm-up and get started on your actual routine. First heading over to the dumbbells and do some lateral raises. Through the mirror you see a guy join next to you. The two of you seem to be stealing glances at one another, but you don’t want to be awkward so you decide not to speak up. You finish your set and sit down on the bench to catch your breath until you notice black sneakers move into view.

“Hey. I haven’t seen you around.” The guy you’ve been eye fucking says. You look up to see an olive skinned man with dark brown eyes and curly dark brown hair. He obviously works out quite a bit looking at his muscles. A tattoo of two bands wrapped around his left bicep is on full display. He stands over you, your eyes scanning over his grey, sweaty wife-beater.

“Oh- Yeah. I’m new in town. "I'm Y/N.” You stick your hand out and the two of you shake hands.

“I’m Scott. Scott McCall. Nice to meet you.” He says with an earnest smile. If you hadn’t noticed his striking appearance, you would’ve noticed the musky heat coming from him. "Like Beacon Hills so far?" He asks, trying to make small talk.

"Yeah. It's pretty cute so far. I've only been here a week though." 

Scott nods along, a warm smile tugging at the sides of his mouth. "It is." He looks around. "And this gym? How do you like it?" 

"Much better than the old one I used to go to. It was always packed with people and too many options. It's much nicer here." You nod.

Scott smiles at you again. "Hey, mind if I work out with you?" He asks, a hint of nervousness clear in his voice.

"Yeah. Maybe I could learn something from you." You say.

Scott grabs his own weights. He goes for the 50 kg while you're still at 20. He gets into position and starts his own lateral raises, exposing his armpits every time he does a rep. Your eyes can't help but wander over. You tear your eyes away before he notices and your reputation in this new town is already ruined.

He finishes his set as you're busy finishing yours. You watch as his eyes roam over you before he turns around to grab his water bottle, making your cheeks flush a little.

The two of you move through the gym together, having some small talk here and there until you're both sweaty and tired. "So. Any plans for today?" Scott says, wiping sweat off of his forehead with his shirt. You can see his glistening abs and a small, dark happy trail coming up from under his sweatpants towards his belly button.

"I- Uh. No. Nothing yet." You stammer, eyes glued to Scott's sweaty chest. You manage to look away before he drops his shirt again. "Me and a few teammates were going to play some lacrosse tonight. You should come." He says.

"Sounds cool." You nod. "I'll think about it."

"Cool. You know where the lacrosse field is, right?" Scott asks. "I'm sure I can find it." You answer with a smile. Scott nods as he grabs his stuff from the lockers. "Alright. I hope I'll see you tonight then." He smiles.

You two wave goodbye to one another, leaving you alone in the gym. You check the time and see you've still got time to do something else.

Where to next?

Head to the Library

Go to the Reserve

Head into Town

Voting ended onJul 10

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The votes between Library and Town are currently tied! (With Twitter users included) Someone break it!

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Head to the Gym - Noxious TW #2

After a week of stressful moving, you could unwind a little by going to the gym and getting a good workout in.

You enter the gym, the cool air from the AC letting you escape the warmth outside for a while. 

“You new here?” The worker asks. “Haven’t seen you around.”

“Yeah. Moved in a week ago.” You answer. After some quick small chat, you sign up for a membership. You move through the gym with the worker as your guide towards the locker rooms. Once there you change into your workout gear and walk back into the gym.

It’s rather small and not many people seem to be there. But you don't pay it any mind as it’s already better than the overcrowded gym you used to workout in. You get on the treadmill and start your 15 minute run. You work up quite the sweat as you look into the gym, taking in the interior. You’re unsure if they were going for modern or traditional with the mismatching furniture and tacky wallpaper. 

You get done with your warm-up and get started on your actual routine. First heading over to the dumbbells and do some lateral raises. Through the mirror you see a guy join next to you. The two of you seem to be stealing glances at one another, but you don’t want to be awkward so you decide not to speak up. You finish your set and sit down on the bench to catch your breath until you notice black sneakers move into view.

“Hey. I haven’t seen you around.” The guy you’ve been eye fucking says. You look up to see an olive skinned man with dark brown eyes and curly dark brown hair. He obviously works out quite a bit looking at his muscles. A tattoo of two bands wrapped around his left bicep is on full display. He stands over you, your eyes scanning over his grey, sweaty wife-beater.

“Oh- Yeah. I’m new in town. "I'm Y/N.” You stick your hand out and the two of you shake hands.

“I’m Scott. Scott McCall. Nice to meet you.” He says with an earnest smile. If you hadn’t noticed his striking appearance, you would’ve noticed the musky heat coming from him. "Like Beacon Hills so far?" He asks, trying to make small talk.

"Yeah. It's pretty cute so far. I've only been here a week though." 

Scott nods along, a warm smile tugging at the sides of his mouth. "It is." He looks around. "And this gym? How do you like it?" 

"Much better than the old one I used to go to. It was always packed with people and too many options. It's much nicer here." You nod.

Scott smiles at you again. "Hey, mind if I work out with you?" He asks, a hint of nervousness clear in his voice.

"Yeah. Maybe I could learn something from you." You say.

Scott grabs his own weights. He goes for the 50 kg while you're still at 20. He gets into position and starts his own lateral raises, exposing his armpits every time he does a rep. Your eyes can't help but wander over. You tear your eyes away before he notices and your reputation in this new town is already ruined.

He finishes his set as you're busy finishing yours. You watch as his eyes roam over you before he turns around to grab his water bottle, making your cheeks flush a little.

The two of you move through the gym together, having some small talk here and there until you're both sweaty and tired. "So. Any plans for today?" Scott says, wiping sweat off of his forehead with his shirt. You can see his glistening abs and a small, dark happy trail coming up from under his sweatpants towards his belly button.

"I- Uh. No. Nothing yet." You stammer, eyes glued to Scott's sweaty chest. You manage to look away before he drops his shirt again. "Me and a few teammates were going to play some lacrosse tonight. You should come." He says.

"Sounds cool." You nod. "I'll think about it."

"Cool. You know where the lacrosse field is, right?" Scott asks. "I'm sure I can find it." You answer with a smile. Scott nods as he grabs his stuff from the lockers. "Alright. I hope I'll see you tonight then." He smiles.

You two wave goodbye to one another, leaving you alone in the gym. You check the time and see you've still got time to do something else.

Where to next?

Head to the Library

Go to the Reserve

Head into Town

Voting ended onJul 10

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Noxious Teen Wolf #1

The first poll for my Noxious Teen Wolf CYOA has been made! Make sure to read the small intro and start voting! It'll be here and on my Twitter!

You're a confident human man with a knack for pranks. Something you've always loved, especially if it puts the victim in a compromising situation like giving them a wedgie or seeing that sexy V-line on a man... That's also something, you're quite perverse, often daydreaming about the best way a man could dominate you or how pathetic a guy could look underneath you. You go both ways. 

Your scent profile goes as follows:

Body odor: 6/10

Sweat: 4/10

Feet: 3/10

Farts: 7/10

Burps: 6/10

You’ve just started a new life in Beacon Hills. Away from your old, boring life in Nevada. It was a huge jump for you, but you needed it. You were burnt out and miserable. But not anymore. You moved into a worn down and old-looking house on the outer ring of town with no connections whatsoever, though you have heard of a 'McCall pack'. You figured they were just some innocent punks causing chaos. After a week of settling in and making your house a home, you head into town to see what Beacon Hills is all about. 

There are four buildings worth checking out. You heard the books here were interesting, offering reads no other library does.

After a week of stressful moving, you could unwind a little by going to the gym and getting a good workout in.

You're running low on food in the fridge. And maybe you can find some nice shops in town. You could head into town for a shopping spree.

A nature walk sounds satisfying. Getting a breath of fresh air in the reserve would be a nice contrast from the dusty floors you've been dealing with.

Head to the library?

Head to the Gym?

Head into town?

Head into the reserve?

Where to?

Head to the Library

Head to the Gym

Head into Town

Head to the Reserve

Voting ended onJul 3

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Farm Life (Stinkfection #2)

It’s been another week. The six men have been bunkering down in Nate’s cabin but the supplies have run dry and tension is high. Nate is looking through the pantry, writing down everything he sees.

“2 cans of tomatoes… And that’s it.” Nate groans. “The two cans we brought when we got here.” Stephen notes. “We need to scavenge more.” He adds. Nate nods slowly. He thinks a while before speaking again. “We’ve looted everything around here. We’d need to branch out without a vehicle. That’ll take days.” Nate turns around. Stephen looks him in the eye. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs. “Then that’s what we do. We can send Micheal with someone.”

Nate tilts his head, a dumbfounded expression on his face. “You want to send two people out there for multiple days without a vehicle to come back with at most two backpacks of food?” Nate asks. “You know better than that, Stephen.” He studies the guy’s face. He then scoffs.

“Right. You just want to send Micheal out there so you’d be rid of him.”

“Is that an issue?” Stephen asks. “He’s done nothing but complain, fight with others and be generally difficult. If we send him out for a couple of days we can get rest and he can hopefully think about working together. Let him experience what it’s like to survive out there alone.”

“That’s dumb.” Drake says, entering the kitchen. “I get it. He’s a pain in the ass, but we need each other. You know that. He’s sticking with us.”

Silence stretches across the kitchen as Stephen slowly nods. Drake grabs the two cans and shoves them in to his backpack. “Come. We’re gonna have a meeting.” He gives a sharp nod to the two.

The three enter the living room where the other half of the group is sat. Nate and Stephen take their seats as Drake walks to stand in front of the five.

“We’re out of food. We’re out of medical stuff, we’ve got no gas for the car. We’re running out of space without wanting to rip each other’s heads off. So… I propose we move. Go somewhere else, maybe more open so we can actually see the infected coming.” Drake says.

“Where would we go? We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Vinny says, visibly nervous. “There’s a town near here. It’s not much, but we could-“ Nate starts before being cut off. “No. A town is for scavenging, not to bunker in. People will be searchin’ that place once they see it. A great way to get attacked.” Micheal rebuts.

“Attacked? By people? You think they would?” Nate asks.

“Come on, don’t be naïve, dumbass. People are greedy and ruthless. The world’s gone to shit. Of course they’d attack just to take as much as our two fuckin’ cans.”

“Where do you suggest we go then?” Hao asks, crossing his arms.

Micheal stays silent for a bit, fidgeting with a ring around his finger. He looks down.

“Nothing? Great interjection.” Stephen sighs. “We could-“

“There’s my farm. The place Nate and Drake picked me up. It’s an open area. You can see the infected from a mile away. The ground is good for growin’ crops and its got enough space for everyone.” Micheal starts again, cutting through Stephen’s suggestion.

“How far is that?” Hao asks, catching Stephen’s annoyed gaze as he talks.

“Far. It was an hour drive from where we picked him up and the forest. It’d be a rough walk.” Drake says. “But he has a point. Enough space, we could grow our own food and we could scavenge enough places around there.” He nods.

The others nod in response, looking around at one another. “Then it’s settled. We leave in an hour. Nate knows the way out of the forest, Micheal knows the rest. Everyone gather your stuff, let’s go.” Drake says, gesturing for everyone to get up.

Nate walks over to the fireplace and grabs one of the pictures on the mantel. He stares at it. It’s a picture of him and his family on their first fishing trip. He tears up a little before being bumped into by Micheal. “We’ve got no time for sentiments. Come on.” He says with a side-eye as he grabs a half-full bottle of water off of the table. Nate sighs, glancing back at the picture. He wipes a tear away and quickly puts it in to his backpack.

The six men head out now that the sun still high in the sky. Nate and Drake lead the way with the other four behind them.

“How’re you holding up?” Drake asks. “Fine.” Nate answers.

“Fine? That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t believe you. We just left your cabin and you were knocked on your ass two weeks ago. You sure you’re fine?”

Nate doesn’t answer, continuing walking forward as he keeps his head down. Drake watches Nate’s expression turn a little more gloomy. He looks up ahead again.

“We’ll get there.” He puts Nate on the shoulder. Nate raises his head again.

“It’s fine. I’m not much of a forest person anyways. And I barely ever caught anything in that dumb lake anyways.” Nate smiles a little at Drake. The other man chuckles, patting Nate’s shoulder before taking back his hand. “That’s the spirit.”

After a good 20 minute walk they hit the main road. “Feels good to feel something other than dirt under my feet.” Stephen says, walking around on the asphalt.

“Micheal, you got the directions from here on out?” Drake asks, turning around. Micheal gives a firm nod as he takes over the lead. Hao notices Stephen’s eyes following him as he does. He speeds up to walk next to his son.

“Do you need to be so obvious with your distain for him?” He asks.

“He’s going to get us killed, dad. You know he will. He’s too impulsive.”

“That’s not certain. There’s a survivor in him that we need.”

“I’ve been teaching for three years. I’ve learnt to read people by just a face. That guys’ face screams ‘I’m going to make a dumb mistake which spirals into everyone’s death’.” Stephen argues. Hao sighs.

“It’s all speculation. How about you just keep an eye on him instead of being convinced he’s going to get us killed.” Hao retorts.

Stephen doesn’t respond, shaking his head in a silent act of disapproval.

A while later after having walked a few miles the group hears growling. They stay on high alert as they approach the noise. They turn with the road onto the highway where the noise seems to be coming from. They can see a long row of cars blocking the road.

“That’s where the noise is coming from.” Drake says. The group carefully moves towards the cars.

Nate walks ahead of the group, moving next to the vehicles as the others loot the ones in the back. He looks in to one of the cars and spots the keys still in the ignition. Excited, he throws the car door open. He leans inside to grab the keys when he suddenly gets grabbed by the shoulders.

An infected man lunges over from the backseats to try and pull Nate in to the car.

“Oh fuck!” He yells as he grabs the wrists of the infected to try to wrestle him off of himself but he lacks strength which the infected definitely does have as he slowly gets pulled in to the car. The pungent stench hits him like a punch in the face. He stabilizes himself on the passenger seat while the infected looms over him, trying it’s best to climb over to the front. Nate pushes it back as he coughs from the stink in the car.

He grabs the keys from the ignition and quickly closes the door. He gasps for air, having gone light-headed from the lingering scent in the car. Drake runs over, having heard Nate’s yell.

“Are you alright? Why’d you scream?” He says, looking over Nate for any wounds. “I’m… I’m fine. Just a surprise infected jumped out at me.” Nate explains, his voice breathy. Drake goes to open the car. Nate stops him.

“Don’t. That car smell like someone has been aging cheese in there.”

“I’ve smelt worse.”

Drake opens the car door and the infected immediately tries to grab Drake. He grabs it by the hem of its shirt. He holds the knife in his hand, debating whether to go through with this. The infected stops growling. Drake looks at it confused before it moves it’s head back a little and gas erupts from its mouth with a powerful burp.

BRRUUUUU-

It roars. Drake turns his head and holds his breath as his knife enters it’s head. The infected’s body hits the ground with the thud. Drake and Nate keep their head turned and their breath held for a few more seconds. They turn their heads again as they exhale.

“It didn’t even try to undress me. Just immediately going for gassing me out.” Drake says, looking over the body of the infected. Nate takes a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s see if we can get this car working.”

Nate gets in the stink-filled car, turns the key in the ignition and immediately opens all the windows. He looks over to the fuel gauge and sees the car has a halfway full tank. He leans over to the passenger seat, looking at Drake outside of the car.

“Halfway full. We can drive in this baby.” Nate says, looking proud of himself. “Good job, Nate. I’ll see what the others found. Drive it to the front, we’ll be over in a few.” Drake says, grinning at him. Nate nods and closes the door as he starts the engine.

As Nate drives past, he can see people fucking each other in multiple cars where the windows haven’t been fogged up yet. Nate’s face flushes a little at the idea of being fucked in the car. He stops the car next to a smaller green car in the row of cars where two burly men are on top of one another, one slowly thrusting into the other. Nate stops the car to spectate. He watches as the man on top raises his arm, revealing a dark bush of hair in his armpit. The man lowers it down until it’s resting in the other man’s face as he keeps up his careful pace.

Nate can hear the muffled moans from the car as he watches the man on the bottom laps up the other man’s armpit. His dick grows hard as his face grows hot. His hand travels down to unzip his jeans and letting it travel into his underwear.

That is until Micheal pounds on the side of the car. “Hey!” He shouts before opening the door and getting in. Nate freezes, his hand down his pants as he looks like a deer in headlights at Micheal. “Getting’ worked up over those infected, huh? Can’t blame ya, a man has needs.” Micheal huffs, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Come on. We don’t have time to rub one out. We’ve got a farm to get to.” He gestures for Nate to get his hands on the wheel. Nate quickly pulls his hands out of his jeans, zips up his jeans and starts the car again and drives off to meet the rest waiting at the front of the traffic jam.

“Bro! Come on! What are you doing?!” Jay yells back. Bryan hit the floor after tripping over his own shoelaces. He looks up to see multiple infected looming over him. He makes eye contact with one of them which he recognizes as his high school bully, now his face is flushed red and eyes are stark white. The infected turns itself around as some others hold Bryan’s body down. It leans down, positioning it’s ass directly towards Bryan’s face. He can almost make out a grin growing on his bully’s face when it looks back before…

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTT

A blast of rotten gas erupts from its ass. It growls right before it gets hit across the face by a wooden plank. Jay grabs Bryan’s hand and pulls him out from under the infected. Bryan coughs, the stench still stings his nose as he scrambles to his feet. The two sprint away from the horde until they are finally able to catch their breaths behind a house.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Jay says, sweat dripping out from his short, dyed red and spiky hair. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Bryan answers, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. “I saw Mark. He’s a goner.” Bryan says, a small grin growing on his face as he lets his head rest against the wood of the house behind him. “The fucker deserved it.”

“Yeah. Good.” Jay nods, his eyes roaming over his brother’s body for any wounds or scratches. The guy has a bleach blonde buzz cut with an eyebrow piercing. There’s slight brunette stubble across his angular jawline. His eyes are brown like his brother. Bryan’s got on a dark grey baggy hoodie and some light jeans. He crouches down to tie the laces of his black converse now that they’re safe. When Jay doesn’t see anything, he sighs. “We need to get somewhere safe.” Jay says looking around. Bryan nods, rubbing his nose as the stench from his ex-bully’s ass keeps lingering. “Right. We should get out of town. It’s too crowded here.” He nods.

The two brothers move out. Both on either side of one another, taking out any infected that tries to grab them. They get to Bryan’s car and speed away.

“What were those infected doing with you?” Ray asks. Bryan keeps his eyes on the road and doesn’t answer. “Was that one I hit Mark?”

“Yeah. Asshole deserved it, thanks.” Bryan huffs with a smile. “You know, he used to shove his boxers in my face after gym class. The dude always reeked.” He says, bitterness dripping from his tone. “Of course he’d be one of the first to go. The guy thrived on bothering people with his stink.”

Ray looks over at him, uncomfortable at Bryan’s sudden hostility. “Are you okay, Bry?” He asks. “Yeah. Just remembered my shitty high school days. Sorry, man.” Bryan says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes as he looks over at Ray. He looks back at the road. “I didn’t hate it, funny enough. Made me feel alive.” Bryan says a few minutes later with a smirk. “TMI, bro.” Ray cringes. Bryan laughs.

“Hey look. Over there. There’s a farm, we could stay there.” Ray points out. Bryan turns the car and they drive up to the farmhouse. They get out the car and see multiple infected roam the property.

“We can take them out if we get them apart from one another. Split up, cover more ground.”

The six men drive towards the farm with Nate behind the wheel, Micheal in the passenger seat, Stephen, Hao and Drake in the backseat with Vinny in the trunk.

“You alright back there?” Drake says, looking over the seats. “Yeah. It’s actually pretty comfortable.” Vinny grins up at him. “Always wanted to do this as a kid.”

“Hey. Turn here.” Micheal says to Nate, pointing at a small dirt path on the side of the road. “You sure?” Nate questions. “Yeah. It’s my farm, dumbass. Of course I’m sure.” Micheal scoffs.

“We should follow the main road. We don’t know how many infected are in there.” Stephen notes from the back seat.

“How many infected would’ve roamed over here? The main road is way more dangerous.” Micheal argues.

“If we do get ambushed, we’ve got nowhere to go except out the car. On the main road we can at least swerve around them.”

“Then get out the damn car and walk there yourself. The path will make this drive a 15 minute drive, not a 45 minute one. And lookin’ at the damn sky? We don’t have long left before it gets dark.”

Stephen looks away, visibly annoyed. It takes a few seconds before he talks again.

“If we all die, it’s your fault.”

Micheal only huffs as he gestures Nate to drive. They drive through the wooded area, over the dirt paths with Micheal giving Nate directions through the forest. They encounter few infected which all pose no threat.

They make it through the forest and drive in to an open field, approaching Micheal’s farm from the back.

“There’s a gate in the back. Get through there, we can block it off later.” Micheal says as they drive.

The group drives through the gate and onto Micheal’s property. Vinny looks out the window of the trunk. “Micheal, did you leave your lights on?” He asks as he sees a few of the upstairs rooms’ lights shining bright.

“No. I don’t go upstairs. That’s my grandparents’ space.” He answers, looking at the lights. “All the infected are dead…” Hao notes as they look over countless bodies across the farm. They slowly get out of the car.

“Stay close. There might be others here.” Nate says.

They approach the farmhouse but before they could even get the chance to look into the windows. They hear a voice boom out from the home.

“Don’t get any closer! We’re armed!” The masculine voice roars.

Drake steps in front of the others in defense. “We don’t mean any harm! Just a place to stay.” He yells back. Silence from the other side.

“… It’s already occupied. Go somewhere else.” The man says. His voice seemed to waver a little.

“It’s a big enough house. We aren’t with many. We can share.” Drake proposes. Micheal hits him on the side, his disapproval clear.

“Well… I’m-…  We are with many. It’s full.” The voice stammers from the other side of the door.

“’I’m‘? You’re lyin’ to us, bucko.” Micheal yells. “This is my house. The Jerryman’s family farm. You’re speakin’ to Mr. Jerryman himself. Now let me in my damn house.” Micheal argues.

The man on the other side doesn’t respond. “Open. The door. Or we’re barging our way in through force. And trust me. I know where I can.” Micheal threatens.

The door lock slowly turns and it opens. Behind it is a man with dyed red hair, eyeliner around his eyes and a slightly scared look plastered on his face.

Micheal barges in, pushing the door open more which knocks the guy on the ground. The others pour in too. Nate extends a hand to the man on the floor. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” He says, his voice more steady than before.

“What’s your name?” Nate asks.

“Ray. You?”

“Nate.”

The two nod at one another. Micheal comes back and immediately walks over to Ray. “Where are my parents? The older folk livin’ upstairs.” He threatens, getting into Ray’s face. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. They weren’t here when I did.” Ray stammers.

“Bullshit.” He says, shoving him and walking out the door. Drake walks up. “No one? Just you?” Drake asks, his voice dropping a little to be more intimidating. “No. Just me.” He shakes his head.

“Just you. And you took out all of those infected?” Stephen asks. “Yeah. I used to play baseball and found a wooden stick. Bashed them over the head one by one.” Ray explains.

“Good.” Drake nods. “Do you have a group you’re scavenging for? Or really just alone.” Drake says. “We could use someone like you.”

Ray looks hesitant. He looks around at the others. “You guys are planning on staying?” He asks, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead. “Yeah. This is Micheal’s farm. A good place to bunker down.” Stephen says as he moves in. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Ray looks nervous, his eyes darting around from face to face. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright.” Drake says with another sharp nod. He puts his hand on Ray’s shoulder. Ray looks down, seemingly in thought which catches Hao’s attention. He pulls Stephen aside and whispers in his ears. “I don’t trust that kid. Taking out dozens of infected all alone? He looks rather clean and the way he looks around like he’s paranoid. He’s hiding something.”

Stephen nods as he looks over at Ray. He gives Hao a look before speaking. “Hey Ray, you checked out the place yet?” He asks innocently. Ray’s eyes shoot up to look at Stephen. “Uh- Yeah. Nothing special.” He speaks, but his expression seems a little worried. “Alright. Nate and I were about to check it out. Anything we need to look out for?” Stephen says with a slight tilt of the head.

Ray’s eyes widen a little, sweat dropping from his forehead. “Uh- Maybe the attic? It’s just spiders and dust. I found nothing.” He shrugs. Stephen nods before gesturing for Nate to follow him. Ray wants to speak as he takes a step forward but gets cut off.

“Care to tell me how you ended up here? I’m curious how a guy like you survived alone.” Hao steps in front of him, expression kind and welcoming as he places his hands on Ray’s shoulders. “Come on.” He nods over to the couch. Ray gives one extra worried glance at the leaving Nate and Stephen before letting himself be sat down.

Nate and Stephen explore each room in the big farmhouse, finding nothing but trashed, rustic rooms. Nate finds a picture of a young looking Micheal with his supposed grandparents. “Seems like his parents weren’t around much.” Stephen says, coming to stand to look over Nate’s shoulder. “Explains why he’s such a dick.” He scoffs.

“Give him a break. It’s stressful for everyone here.” Nate retorts. Stephen doesn’t respond as he walks back in to the hallway. “I’d also be pretty on edge if I didn’t know where my loved ones were…” Nate adds. Stephen sighs as he looks around. He spots a hatch in the ceiling.

“Think I found the dusty attic Ray was talking about.” Stephen says. Nate steps out into the hallway and looks up. “Any way to open it?” Nate asks. Stephen looks around and opens a wooden door in the wall which opens a little closet filled with cleaning supplies, a vacuum and a loft hatch pole. “Here.” He says. He grabs it and opens the attic hatch, revealing a ladder. Nate grabs a flashlight from his bag and climbs up.

Slowly but surely, his head pokes into the attic. It’s dark and the air is thick with dust. He looks around using his flashlight and sees all the spider webs and boxes. “This place hasn’t been touched in years.” Nate whispers. “Guess Ray was right then.” Stephen says. “Yeah-“ Nate starts before jumping a little.

“Hmm?” A low groan is heard from the darkness. Nate freezes, his eyes darting around as he looks through the dark. He shines his flashlight in front of him and sees a sneaker, then some pants until he sees a man in front of him, looking bad.

“Holy shit.” Nate says.

“What?” Stephen responds.

“There’s a man up here. Not infected. But he doesn’t look too good.”

“Shit. Really? Should I get Vinny?”

“Yeah. Do that.”

Stephen runs downstairs. Nate keeps staring at the man in front of him who doesn’t seem very conscious. “Are you alright, sir?” Nate asks. No response. He coughs from the dust and decides to climb back down.

Stephen comes back with Vinny and Ray following behind him.

“I said I’m sorry! He- He’s my brother. And he’s hurt! I didn’t know if you guys would do something to him!” Ray pleads.

“You could’ve told us from the start.” Stephen growls back.

“I didn’t know you guys.” Ray says, his voice snarky .

“Shut up you two. You sound like a bickering couple. Let me take a look.” Vinny says, climbing up the ladder. Nate joins him to shine a light.

The two sit next to the barely conscious man as Vinny checks him out. “Above average temperature. Breathing is hitching a little. But it seems more like dehydration or a small fever. We should get him so water and maybe a little light.” He assesses.

The group gathers to help the man down and put him in the nearest bedroom. Vinny gives him some water. Ray takes off his brothers’ hoodie, leaving him in his white, sweat stained shirt.

“His name is Bryan. My brother. Might be a bit of an asshole, but he means well. He must’ve been in the sun too long.” Ray says, looking over his brother solemnly. “He’ll make a recovery. Give it an hour and he’ll be fine.” Vinny nods. “Alright then. We should relax a while after our road trip.” Drake says, standing up.

Micheal then comes barging in again. “The hell?” He says, looking over the new guy in the bed. “Who’s he?”

“Bryan. Ray’s brother. He was hiding him up there because he was sick. Turns out it was just dehydration.” Nate nods. “You sure?” He asks Vinny. “Yeah. Temp was a little high, but no other symptoms other than dry skin.” Vinny says. “Get him out of that bed as soon as possible. That’s mine.” Micheal growls before walking off again, leaving the group in an awkward silence.

All the guys other than Ray head down the stairs to have some beers together, celebrating their new established camp. They make plans for where to grow crops, how to fix up the barn and how to get enough water for everyone.

“Hey.” Hao says to Drake. “You plan on taking charge?” He asks. Drake takes a swig of the leftover beer out of the basement. “Yeah. I think I can handle it.” He nods. “Why? You want to challenge me?” He grins.

“No. No.” Hao chuckles. “No, I think you’d be a great leader. I’m glad you’re the one in charge. I just wanted to warn you…” He says, his voice dropping an octave lower. “My son, Stephen. He’s a bit hot-headed and doesn’t seem to like Micheal. I’d keep my eyes on him to not do anything rash. I’ll stay close, but I can’t always be there.”

Drake nods, looking over at Stephen who’s laughing with Nate in the corner of the room. “Thanks Hao. Appreciate the intel. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.” Drake smiles. Hao nods.

The group tires out and picks out their sleeping arrangements. Nate, Drake and Vinny sleep downstairs as Hao and Stephen take Micheal’s parents room (much to Micheal’s annoyance), Micheal takes his own room and Ray and his brother take the guest room.

The night goes by as usual with the common noise of distant infected growling and groaning.

Stephen lies there, still wide awake from the past day. The arguments, the reckless decisions and the acceptance of the two new guys in the group. He sighs and sits up, frustrated. He gets up and walks over to the bathroom to get some water for himself. Before he can get there however, he hears a thud coming from Micheal’s room. He goes to investigate to see Micheal’s window is open and no Micheal to be seen.

He quickly heads downstairs, making sure not to wake anyone else and heads outside with a knife and flashlight at the ready to check out where Micheal went.

He steps out the house as he looks around with a flashlight. He walks around to where Micheal’s window is opened and manages to follow the footsteps in the sand heading towards the barn. When he approaches, he turns off his flashlight. He can hear growls and groans of the infected.

Coming from inside, he can hear a voice.

“I’m so sorry, Gran. I just… I got attacked and had to run. If I could go back, I would. I shoulda been here to save you and Gramp.”

It’s Micheal, crying to what Stephen assumes are his infected grandparents. He looks inside to see exactly that. Two older looking people tied up by their arms to poles with a crying Micheal sitting on a crate in front of them. Stephen sighs and steps back, wiping a hand over his face to compose himself again.

An infected the grabs him from the side, trying to push him down to the ground. “Ah- Fuck!” Stephen yells, alarming Micheal from inside the barn. The infected keeps opening it’s mouth as Stephen hears it’s throat gurgle. He covers its mouth with his hand to block its burp before Micheal stabs it through the head with his knife.

Stephen catches his breath, wiping it on his pants. He looks up to see a glaring Micheal. “How much did you see.” He says. “Everything.” Stephen admits. “I wont tell.” He adds. “I owe you that much.”

Micheal stares a while before nodding. “Thanks.” He says, barely above a whisper.

MEANWHILE.

Inside, Hao twists and turns in his bed. Unable to sleep.

*Knock knock knock.*

Someone is at his door. He groans as he sits himself up and walks over to the door and opens it up.

“Hey. Hao? Right?” Bryan says, standing at Hao’s door. He’s sweating and his cheeks are flushed. His eyes seem tired as he looks at Hao with lidded eyes and a lobsided grin on his face. “I just wanted to thank you. And the others. For saving me.” He says, stepping inside the room.

“Bryan. Are you alright?” Hao asks, letting Bryan in with worry on his face.

“Yeah. I’m great. Feel much better after that water.” He says, walking towards the bed. He turns around. “I’m just glad you guys found me. I could’ve died up there.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. It was just a lack of water as Vinny said.” Hao chuckles, walking over to him. “So, why are you here?”

“Like I said, I wanted to thank you. I saw Stephen leave so I thought this would be the best opportunity for me to show you how much it meant to me.” Bryan says, his voice dropping to a flirty tone as he looks the silver fox up and down. Hao looks flustered.

“Don’t worry, sir. I know exactly how to thank a man like you.” Bryan steps closer, wrapping his arms around Hao’s waist. “Just let me.” He purrs into his ear. He pulls Hao into a kiss and Hao lets it happen, his lust clouding his judgement after not getting action for a while. He groans, leaning into the kiss.

Bryan turns them around and pushes Hao towards the bed, laying him down under him. “Come on, Hao. I can’t show you much with your clothes still on, can I?” He grins, raising Hao’s arms to slip off his shirt.

“Bryan… I’m not sure we should-“ Hao starts, his face flushed. “Sh-Sh-Sh… Don’t worry about it. Stephen won’t come back yet.”

Bryan continues undressing Hao until the older guy is in nothing but his underwear underneath him. “Can you return the favor?” He whispers into Hao’s ear. Hao slowly grins as his hands work on Bryan’s pants and letting the drop. He steps out of them, leaving him in his sweaty shirt and briefs.

“Thanks. Much better.” He purrs before kissing Hao again. As they make out, Bryan guides Hao to lay down as he crawls on top of him. He breaks the kiss. “Do you trust me?” Bryan says, breathy. Hao nods, his dick rock hard. “Yeah…”

“Good.” Bryan’s eyes glint with a mischievous light. He moves fast as he leans back up until he’s on his knees and walks on them over to Hao’s head. “I expect big sniffs.” He growls above Hao, his eyes milky and slowly fading out of color. Hao panics but it’s too late. Bryan sits down on Hao’s face and wiggles his ass, covering the silver foxes face in ass sweat. Bryan groans, now losing his sense of thinking fully and fully succumbing to the infection. His fingers move down, slowly undoing his underwear.

“No-!” Hao yells in the split second the infected Bryan raises his ass before sitting back down, making sure Hao’s nose is in its crack.

PFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

It lets out a brassy, loud fart right up the nostrils of Hao. It growls in satisfaction as Hao’s struggling and squirming slowly stops and all that is heard is muffled whiffs. Bryan raises his body off of him and captures him in another kiss and positions his dick to enter Hao’s hole and pulls the man’s underwear down. Hao’s eyes are teary eyed and mouth is slightly agape as he looks up at the infected Bryan, his eyes glazed over and slowly becoming milky white like the man above him. With a yelp, Hao feels Bryan enter him. Bryan sets a punishing, primal pace as Hao grunts under him. Hao’s head relaxes in the pillow under him, now fully infected and letting Bryan dominate him.

Then the doorhandle rattles. Then there’s thumping. “Dad? Dad! Dad, open up!” Stephen yells from the other side. “Move.” Micheal commands as he starts trying to break the door in. After a few tries, it works and the door clatters to the floor and wood goes flying.

Right in that moment, Bryan growls into the air and cum spews from his cock in to Hao’s ass. Hao grunts, staring at the men at the door. Bryan slowly looks over as well. “What’s happening-“ Nate says, running in to the hallway.

“Dad!” Stephen tries to run in, but Micheal stops him. “They’re infected.” He says, raising his knife. “No!” Stephen says.

The others come running up and see the two infected men. Bryan pops out of Hao, cum dripping from his dick as he slowly gets off the bed. “Shit.” Micheal says. “Get off, me Stephen. We need to kill them-“

“No! That’s my father! We need to save them like you did with you grandparents!” He yells. Micheal’s eyes burn with fury at the mention of his grandparents. “Fuck off, Stephen.” He says, pushing Stephen to the side on to the floor as he moves forward towards the stumbling Bryan and stabs him through the head. Ray watches as his brother falls to the floor in horror. Micheal walks over to Hao.

“Sorry man.” He says before stabbing him as well.

“NO!” Stephen cries out, bursting in to tears and stumbling over to his father. He holds his head, staring at the lifeless, infected Hao bleeding in his hands. He turns to look at Micheal who stands there awkwardly with the bloody knife still in his hands. Ray walks over to his brother, shaky and confused. He crouches down next to him, not sure what to do.

Micheal leaves the room, giving Drake a slight nod. Everyone other than Drake leaves towards the living room, following after him.

In the living room, the energy is somber. No one dares to speak as it sets in. Bryan was infected all along, they let him stay. And Hao paid the price.

Nate looks up as he hears sniffles. Vinny is sitting there, slouched and hiding his face in his hands. “Vin… Hey.” Nate says, getting up to console his friend.

“I did it.” He cries as he looks up at him. Nate pauses. “What? What do you mean?”

“I… I didn’t see he was infected. I made everyone drop their guard! I said it was just dehydration, but it must just be a symptom. I’m the reason he was able to walk free.” He says in between his sobs.

“I got Hao killed…” He looks away again.

“Hey, that isn’t true-“ Nate starts. “Yes it is. If he didn’t mess up his diagnosis, we wouldn’t have lost him!” Stephen says, storming downstairs. “Stephen, please.” Drake pleads, quickly following after him with Ray on his tail.

“No. No, I wont ‘calm down’. My father just died, because of HIS mistake! Actually, no. It was ALL of your mistakes!” Stephen starts yelling. “First of, we go to this farm just because that asshole hoped to see his grandparents. Then we allow this punk rocker and his brother to stay here when he is CLEARLY not well. Then our ‘doctor’ messes up his diagnosis which lets the man turn and Kill. My. Dad.” Stephen rants. He takes a breath before speaking again.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. We were doing fine before we decided to come with you. Peter and my dad would’ve been alive.” He says, turning around with a glare.

“And what have you done, huh?” Micheal retorts. “What kind of input have you had? You were just your father’s follower. That’s all you did.”

“I gave you our supplies.” Stephen argues. “That was your dad.” Micheal scoffs.

“Which you guys got killed.”

“When did you say you didn’t want them to stay. I don’t recall you arguing they should leave.” Micheal sneers. Stephen doesn’t retort. Instead he wipes away tears and gets up. He looks around the room. At Vinny who’s still sobbing quietly to himself, Nate who is comforting him. Ray who stares at the floor in shame.

“You could’ve warned us.” He says to Ray. “You could’ve told us he was infected!”

“I-I didn’t know! He wasn’t like that!” Ray yells. “You hid him in the attic! Yes, you did.”

“He went up there himself! I swear, I didn’t know.” Ray says, looking for validation from the others. Everyone looks away.

“You’re all useless.” Stephen sneers and walks back upstairs.

Micheal paces around in frustration as the tension rises. “I.. uh.. suggest we sleep downstairs. Together. Make sure everyone feels safe again.” Drake suggests.

“I’m not sleeping with him nearby.” Micheal says, suddenly lunging at Ray as he points a finger at him. “I don’t trust you. You got Hao killed. You got one of US killed. You’re not one of us.” He says in his face. Ray only nods. “I-I’ll stay upstairs then…” He says. “I’ll join you. I don’t want anyone that doesn’t want it to be alone.” Nate says.

Drake nods approvingly at Nate as they leave.

The night goes by slowly with no one being able to sleep deeply. Upstairs, Stephen refuses to sleep. Instead he gathers what he can without being heard, stuffs it in to his backpack and using the window Micheal left out of, escapes the house in fury.

He walks off of the property in the dead of night, determined to find his own path and survive this horrible new reality without a group that’s holding him back.

But not before leaving a final surprise for the others to find.

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The Stinkfection

The First Week

It’s been a week since the strange infection began. Nate has been bunkering down at the old cabin he and his dad used to go during their fishing trips, but now it’s a boarded up safe place from the infected outside.

“I still don’t understand. What’s the deal with… those things.” Nate says, staring out the blinds at a mindless husk of an average looking man. “What’s there not to understand, dumbass?” Micheal says, forcing the blinds shut. “Keep them shut. They’ll see you.” He mumbles, walking off. “Or smell you.” Vinny chuckles.

“They are… were… people that were infected. I don’t think anybody knows how it all happened. We’ll need to figure that out. But once you’re bit, you turn into one of them.” Drake says, sitting down on the couch as Nate turns to face him. “Those things are like…” He stops to think. “If you were on addyi twenty four-seven.”

“What’s that like?” Nate asks with an awkward smile. “Like everything is a fleshlight.” Micheal says, a slight smirk on his face. “Mike!” Drake barks. “What. That’s what it’s like.” He shrugs. Drake doesn’t respond as his cheeks flush red. “So these things are just… desperate?” Nate asks. “What have you been doing the last week?” Micheal groans. “You see ‘em. Never seen them get anyone?”

Nate doesn’t respond as he looks at the floor. He thinks back at when it all started. When he and his dad were preparing for another trip when they suddenly heard screaming from their neighbor’s house. His dad didn’t waste any time and sprinted over, leaving Nate alone at the car. When his dad reemerged from the home, his eyes were white, like he’d gone blind and his face was red. He was stumbling towards him. From behind him in the house he heard more screams. He ran inside to find his mom on the floor, unconscious but before he could even try to help, his own brother pounced on him.

“Let me in, Nate. Let me. Just let me!” He growled, his voice distorted like he was choking as he was speaking. Nate managed to fight him off. When running back outside, the whole street was in a panic but Nate didn’t pay much attention as he sprinted into the car and drove off.

“No. I haven’t.” Nate responds. “Never.”

Micheal only stares. “Really…?” He asks, his voice quieter than his normal gruffness.

“Nope.” Nate keeps his head down. “Just… Grabbed the car and drove. Only looked in front of me.”

Silence falls in the cabin. Until Vinny breaks it. “Well, the jest of it; Once one of them sees you, they want you. They’ll come after you, no matter what it takes even it means walking in to the same wall for an hour straight.” He chuckles. “Oh, yeah. Their brains only have one thing in it: Sex. They can’t think, just dumb… Goons.” He grins, waiting for anyone to catch his joke. Drake only shakes his head. “Oh come on. It was funny.” Vinny protests.

“But, Nate. If you were looking straight ahead, how did you find any of us?” Drake asks.

Nate sighs as he tells the story.

After Nate got in the car he started driving, his heart beating as fast as the car was going. His only plan was getting to the cabin. That’s where he was supposed to go anyways. Before he even got out of his neighborhood, he spots a man yelling at a disheveled looking woman. She looked to have the same eyes and flushed red cheeks as his dad and brother had. He was yelling at her as he carefully backed away. Nate slowed the car down as he watched it go down.

The man was a strong looking man guessing by his muscles. His hair was a short quiff with a visible dragon tattoo on his upper arm as he’s wearing a grey tank top. He’s wearing dark green cargo pants and some sturdy looking black boots.

He seems to be pleading with the woman as they carefully move backwards onto the lawn. That is until she attacks. The man pushes her with his greater strength and turns. He looks Nate in the eyes which causes him to sprint towards him. Nate waves him over frantically. The man enters the passenger seat, out of breath.

 “Thanks, man. I don’t know what’s going on. Everyone is going mad or something.”

Nate only nods as he presses the gas and drives off.

The two drive in silence a while, both confused and disoriented by the situation happening outside.

“So… Where are we off to?” The guy asks. “My dad’s cabin out in the woods. Seems safe. We can figure out what’s happening from there.” Nate says. “Sounds good.” He nods. “Name’s Drake.”

“Nate.”

“Nice meeting you.”

Silence once again.

“Woah- Woah! Wait!” Drake says, grabbing Nate by the arm. “Woa- What?” Nate yelps. “There! A guy needs help. Wait here!” Drake says, throwing open the door and running across the empty road and over the railing and into the field. Nate stops the car and looks around cautiously as Drake helps the limping man out in empty field.

The two reach the car and Drake helps him into the back before he sits back down in the front. The guy only pants in the backseat as Nate presses the gas once more. Nate looks in the rearview mirror. The man looks disheveled, his hair a wild mess of brown curls with a choppy beard that doesn’t seem to be fully growing. He’s wearing a flannel shirt with a bomber jacket over it. His blue jeans are dirty, probably from a struggle.

A while later the guy in the backseat sits up straight. “Thanks.” He grumbles. “No worries, man. Do you know what’s going on?” Drake asks.

“No.” The man answers. “My farm got attacked by a bunch of people. They were…” He stops. “Nevermind. Just enough to make me flee.” He quietly continues.

“What’s your name, man?” Drake asks.

“Micheal.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Nate can only hear a small exhale from the back as he keeps on driving.

The three enter the woods after around an hour of driving. When they approach the cabin they can hear screaming. Drake once again doesn’t hesitate and throws open the car door and runs towards the noise.

“Wait- What are you doing?” Micheal yells after him. “We can’t let him go alone.” Nate says, worry clear on his face. The guy groans as they both throw open their car doors and hurry after Drake. When they get there, Drake is fighting off a sturdy looking man and another guys is grappling an older woman. Micheal doesn’t seem scared as he kicks the woman off of the man on the floor. Nate grabs the big guy by his shoulders and try to pull him away, but he retaliates and elbows him, hitting him in the chest which sends Nate stumbling backwards.

Nate tries to keep himself up, but steps into a small divot which causes him to fall backwards. The last thing he remembers is the piercing pain on the back of his head.

Nate rubs the back of his head, the bandage still covering his dirty blonde hair. He looks back up to Drake. “That’s what I remember.”

“So it really was all just coincidence, huh?” Drake chuckles softly. “And you being an idiot, risking your life for strangers.” Micheal adds. “Me being an idiot is what saved you two.” He protests.

Vinny steps forward. “Let me look at that wound again.” His warm copper skin moving towards him. His hand rests on top of his head as the other pulls the bandage away a little. Nate winces at the stinging sensation that shoots through his head as Vinny presses a little on the wound.

“We’ll keep this on. I think you look better with it on.” He chuckles. “Wow, thanks.” Nate rolls his eyes. “Oh come on. It was a joke.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Nate says, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Vinny shakes his head with a grin. “You’re lucky I know a thing or two about medicine.” He says. “You would’ve bled out if you were left out there.”

Nate’s skin crawls at the idea of dying. “Thanks, Vinny.” He says. Vinny’s deep brown eyes glisten as he smiles warmly.

“Enough of this sappy shit. We need a plan moving forward. We can’t stay in this cabin forever.” Micheal says sternly. “Food is running low.”

“So we should scavenge.” Drake says, putting his hands on his hips. “Me and Micheal should go. Vinny stays here with Nate.” He says. Micheal nods in agreement. Vinny looks at Nate, hoping to make eye contact, but Nate looks up at Drake.

“I want to come with you. I want to see what’s going on.” He says, his determination clear. “Nate. You shouldn’t. It’s risky out there. Life or death. You’re still hurt.” Drake argues. “It’s my decision, isn’t it? I want to.” Nate states. Drake exhales and looks down. He looks up at Micheal only with his eyes.

“The fuck do you want me to say? If the man wants to, he can. This is his cabin, isn’t it?” Micheal says. “If he goes, I’m coming along too. I can’t stay here alone, I’ll go nuts.” Vinny adds. Drake nods. “Alright. A four-man excursion. That’s fine. We’ll get more supplies that way.” He says. Vinny gives a nod in approvement.

“I know the way around here. I can lead us.” Nate says. “Alright. Let’s grab our stuff.” Micheal says as he walks off.

A few minutes later, they’re all outside. Nate looks over at Micheal who’s holding a stick with a pointy end like a spear. “Do… Do we need that?” He asks. “Yeah. Those assholes are vicious.” Micheal says. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”

Nate exhales, his heart beating out of his chest. “Alright. Nate, where to?” Drake pats him on the back. “Uhh- Here, to the right. There should be a bait shop and a smaller community nearby.” He says, looking around.

“Let’s go.” Micheal says. The four start moving east.

Around 20 minutes later they reach the bait shop. They raid it for supplies, grabbing things like fish bait, small insects they could eat, tools such as pliers and line cutters and a few outdoor supplies like insect repellant, sunscreen and a cooler.

They move on to the community Nate was talking about.

“Seems pretty quiet.” Drake says as they look around. “How many people lived here, Nate?”

“Uhh… Around 30?” Nate says.

“Seems like no one was home.” Vinny comments.

“This place smells rancid…” Nate comments. “Get over it.” Micheal scoffs as he walks ahead of them. At that moment, a disheveled looking man stumbles from behind one of the house and grabs Micheal by the shoulders. He yells. Drake runs over and hits the attacker in the face which knocks him out cold. “Don’t leave us in the dust.” Drake says sternly. Micheal groans.

“Did that come from over here?”

“I think so. Be careful, they might be hostile. Stick with me.”

Nate and the others hear unfamiliar voices. They group up once more and stay in place. They see a man peak from behind one of the cabins at the end of the road.

“Hello?” Drake yells, stepping forward. Micheal tries to pull him back but he doesn’t listen. “Hey. You guys good? We heard a yell.” The man responds.

“Yeah. One of us got surprise attacked. We’re good.”

“You guys took it out? Fully?”

“I- uhh- knocked it out.” Drake says, looking over his shoulder at the unconscious infected man.

“Kill it.” The stranger orders.

“Kill? What do you think we are?” Drake counters. “We’re not killing someone.”

“They aren’t people anymore. They’re beasts. Monsters. They’re not human anymore, they only exist to breed and infect.”

Nate looks over at the man on the ground, shaking a little as he does so. “Really?” He asks.

“Yeah. They can’t think anymore. They can’t come back from it. They’re already gone. We need to kill them to keep them away from us.”

Micheal readies his stake as he slowly moves over to it. He looks down and before he can, Drake stops him. He shakes his head at him. Micheal looks back down at it, debating whether to do it or not. Until it starts the groan again. It moves with speed a normal human shouldn’t have after being knocked out as it tries to stand up.

Micheal brings the stake down and stabs the man in the back which causes the man to sink down back onto the ground. The 3 other men look in horror at the murder they witnessed.

The man from behind the cabin comes out and gestures for people behind him to follow, revealing two other men. The man in the middle is an Asian man wearing glasses, equipped with an axe. The man standing to the left of him is a blonde, white man with blue eyes looking uneasy. He’s equipped with a small knife. The last man is another Asian man, but older than the guy in the man in the middle clear by his silver fox stature who is holding a backpack.

“Not used to this, are you?” The younger Asian man says. “I’m Stephen.” He nods. He points at the blonde guy. “This is Peter.” He point to the other man. “This is my father, Hao.”

The man nods at them. “Nice to see other people are surviving this mess. I thought it’d just be my boy, his friend and me.” He says with a soft smile. “Do… Do you guys have a place better than this?” Peter asks.

The group looks at one another. “We do.” Nate says. Micheal looks at him, disapprovingly. “A cabin 20 minutes down. It should be safer than an entire community.” He looks around. “Thank you.” Stephan says. “Are you willing to take us in? We promise to be valuable assets.”

“Yeah. You three seem to be good people. And more experienced than us…” Drake says, his hands on his hips. “We appreciate it-“

The moment Hao stops talking, the seven can hear a loud groan from the bigger cabin in the middle of the community. They watch as the big double door get dented, the wood shards flying off of it until it finally gives out. The broken door reveals a ton of infected inside who start to filter out.

“Oh shit. We have to go-“ Micheal says as the three up front run over to the other four to group up as the horde of infected inch closer. The seven turn around to run, but find more of them coming from behind them.

“Shit! The noise from the infected in the main lodge attracted more of them!” Stephen yells. “We’ve got to move! In to the woods!” Drake orders. The seven sprint in to the woods until the coast is clear.

They catch their breath after the close encounter. “This is why we barely went outside.” Vinny jokes. “Fuck- Why do they smell so… strong?” Nate asks, wiping his nose.

“That’s part of their biology.” Hao says. “That’s also how they multiply. Their scent is how they communicate to the others they’re already like them.” He explains.

“How do you know this?” Nate asks. “I… I was an FBI agent before this all started. I overheard things I wasn’t supposed to. I was at work when this all started.” He says, his voice dropping low. “But. That’s not important anymore. What’s important is survival, right?” He says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Talking about survival… Where’s Peter?” Stephen asks. They look around until Nate finds him taking a leak a few feet out.

“You shouldn’t scare people like this, Peter. Tell us before you go piss.” Nate scoffs with a smile. “Sorry… Didn’t think it was that important.” He says.

“Well, come back as soon as your do-“ Nate starts.

Before either can react, a muscled guy grabs the upper arms of Peter and grapples him to the ground. Nate is stunned as he stands there, watching the hunk of a man grapple his new ally to the ground. The infected claws at Peter’s shirt and rips it. Peter yells which alarms the group a few feet away to their location.

Peter’s pants get undone with raw, primal force from the infected. It growls as all that Nate can see in it’s eyes is lust. It’s belt is already undone, letting it slide it’s own pants slide down easy.

“Please- Nate! Help! G-Grab something! Anything!” Peter pleads. But it’s too late. The hunk thrusts his dick into Peter’s hole, making him yelp. Nate backs away, sweat dripping from his forehead and his legs shaking. The infected growls and groans as it keeps fucking Peter with a relentless pace. It looks down at him and leans downwards, it’s strong hands still on Peter’s upper arms, pinning him to the ground. They’re face to face, the infected seems to smirk as if it’s knows what it’s doing. Peter whines right before…

RRRRUUUUUUUEEEEERPP

The infected belches into Peter’s face. He tries to turn his head away and hold in his breath, but it’s of no use as the infected keeps it relentlessness and releases another burp into his face, then another. And another as it’s face inches closer to the man under him. Peter can’t hold his breath anymore, forcing him to inhale the stench of the infected. His eyes roll back as he lets out a weak moan. He closes his eyes as the infected’s pace slows down.

Nate doesn’t move as he watches Peter open his eyes again, now the same white eyes as the man on top of him. The infected pulls out and gets up, cum still dripping from his cock and out of Peter’s hole.

Drake and the others come running and are stunned at the sight in front of them. Stephen is horrified seeing his friend become one of them. One of the things they’re trying to survive. The two beings turn their head to look at the group. Micheal steps forward and stabs the muscled man through his chest, killing it.

Peter growls, now trapped underneath a man weighing more than him. Stephen steps over to him, tears in his eyes.

“Why… Why did you-“ He says before stopping to hiccup. Micheal says nothing as he walks over next to him. He readies his stake, but Stephen stops him.

“I need to.” He says, wiping tears from his eyes. He takes a deep breath. “At least he looked good while getting railed.”

He closes his eyes as he brings his axe up and swings down, hitting Peter with a wet squelch.

The walk back is silent. Nate is still stunned from what he saw, staring out in front of him. A hand touches him on his back carefully. He looks over to see Vinny.

“You alright?” He asks, his tone full of care and rid of his usual chipper.

Nate looks in front of him again. He takes a strange step, adjusting himself as he thinks about what happened. Vinny notices and chuckles. He leans in towards Nate’s ear. “Gross, dude. We have to learn to keep it in the pants.” He whispers. Nate gives a single, hesitant nod as they approach his cabin. The men filter inside.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Drake says, his shoulder on Stephen’s shoulder. He only nods in response.

“But to summarize that trip, right.” Micheal’s voice booms through the cabin. “We gained some tools, two new guys but no extra food. The thing we were going out for.”  He says, annoyance clear in his voice.

“We have some. Just… Enough for us three to survive a scavenge. We had some back in our little hideout, but that’s unsafe now.” Hao answers as he opens his backpack. He rummages a bit and pulls out two cans of tomatoes.

“That’ll do for now. We’ll see if we can go back to your guys’ place in a few days.” Drake nods. “For now. We get to know each other and just chill a while.”

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Choose Your Own Adventure?

Hey! I'm wondering... Is anyone interested in a Choose Your Own Adventure of my Noxious Teen Wolf series? I've been thinking about doing one basically since I started this account. If yes, I'll brainstorm a few ideas!

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