There always seemed to be another outbreak. No matter where one turned, no matter how secure a place felt, someone was going to smuggle in the virus and start it all over again. Claire was one of a growing number of agents sent in to try to uncover the source, rescue an important individual, or just to make the bureaucrats happy. And, despite how many times she did it and how many disasters she survived, some part of her never got used to the destruction or monsters.
Everyone had their thing they turned to when they needed to relax and drown out the horrors. Some turned to alcohol, recreational drugs, or submerging themselves in violence. Others took part in sex. Lots of it. Claire had become one of the latter, but not just anything would do, no, the way she found release from the stresses of the Life, was in release. A release of responsibility, a release of choice. It was something she could never make anyone curious understand: that giving up any level of control just felt so liberating (especially in the bedroom).
Well, at this moment she craved it badly. Clean up procedures, a scouring of the city for enduring creatures, or well-defended survivors. It was getting tedious, dark, and exhausting. She had long lost count as she downed another beast, and was about to take out the disposal oil when another figure set it on fire in front of her. This man wore a pink cowboy hat, a leather mask, and carried himself with an exaggerated swagger as he twirled his (apparently custom) flamethrower. He definitely wasn't a member of the clean up crew...
He introduced himself as Dylan Fuentes. He owned the local Adult Recreational Shop before all this happened. It didn't take long for Claire to take up notice that not only did his mask have a gimp zipper on it, but he also wore a collar... and signs of other straps on below his coat. The exhausted part of her demanded for relief, to release the stress. And, after several minutes of walking through the ruined city, she just... asked... 'What are you wearing that all for?'
With a wry smile, his sharp teeth flashing through the zipper. 'It keeps me relaxed... got to keep down the stress during this nightmare.' Oh, Claire couldn't agree more. She only held out for another half hour before she finally caved in and asked 'did your club survive? And if it did... could we take a break?' He only smiled. Claire sent out her location to her superiors that she was going to hunker down, refresh, and check her weapons.
It was a half truth...
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Story by alorok |
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Artwork by SednaStudio-Forst |
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