Message-ID: <16010eli$9810042017@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16010.txt> From: "ZipMan" <roglun@fidnet.com> Subject: Story: Dark Times/Part One Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdea7b$69814b40$69ccd8cd@mine> The story Dark Times was and is being written by me. It contains violence and sex. If these things offend you then do not read it. This is part one. It contains very little violence or sex but is needed for the whole thing to make sense. The original story contains underage sex and even some of what you would call incest. I am in the process of re-writing the story so this may yet change. Please keep in mind that I am not a professional writer. I have to work for a living and so part two may take awhile. My email address is correct and I welcome any comments or even flames. Please keep them under 3k or they may not get to me. -- ZipMan The following story is a work of fiction. Although some of the places exist, none of the people do. It is not for those under 18 years of age. It may have a strong sexual or violent content. If these things offend you, do not read any further. Dark Times Copyright 1998 by Roger Fowler aka ZipMan Part One: The Madness Begins General Manning sat at his desk staring at the computer monitor. What he saw was not good in his opinion. There were a few others that were taking it seriously, but not many yet. The screen was showing reports from the CDC. Their agents in South Africa were reporting that the new virus was spreading rapidly. Eighty-seven confirmed dead and another 646 confirmed with the virus. It was showing a 100% death rate. The CDC was calling for South Africa to close its borders. So far, it hadn't happened. General Manning looked at his watch. It was 3:16pm on March third. He was due to brief the President in only four minutes. He clicked on the save file and waited for it to copy to the floppy disk. March fourth, 11:04am: The Oval Office The President sat at his desk with his fingers interlocked. In front of him sat General Manning. Beside him sat Rebecca Tibbling, one of the aides from the FDA. "So General, please inform me of the latest news," the President said. "Well, Mr. President, as of 10:15 this morning, the CDC has confirmed 574 dead in South Africa. There are another 2000 believed to have the virus there. South Africa has now closed it's borders for a period of ten days." "Then there should be nothing to worry about. It will be contained," said Tibblings. "There are also two confirmed cases in Paris and three unconfirmed cases in Egypt. I have been in contact with the CIA and they report two cases with the same symptoms in Russia and six in Red China. A doctor in Sweden has contacted the CDC this morning about a strange virus that showed up there last night in two patients. The CDC is rather strained at the moment as far as staff goes and will not be able to confirm the ones in Sweden for another couple of days," Manning said. "Is the virus still 100% deadly?" asked the President. "So far, every one who gets it dies. None of the drugs the CDC has tried has had any affect," said Manning. "Is it 100% contagious?" asked the president. "It is too early to know for sure. Several of the doctors in South Africa who were treating the patients have contracted the virus and have died. The CDC has confirmed that the virus is air borne and can live outside the body for three or four days." "Recommendations?" "Well, Mr. President," Tibblings said, "I will inform my people about this and we will have to get back to you." "And you General?" "Sir, I would rather give my recommendations in private." "Very well. Ms. Tibblings, thank you for coming and get back to me as soon as possible." Rebecca thanked the President and left the room. She was happy with her job as a go between. She got to talk to the President five or six times a year. With luck, he would be re-elected next year and she would keep her job. She only wished she had been feeling better today. She thought perhaps she had picked up a bug at the air port yesterday when she went to pick up her sister. March 5, 8:22pm General Manning stared at the screen. Things were getting worse. There were now 16000 confirmed cases in South Africa with 7000 dead. Paris had forty-seven dead and another 843 confirmed. Sweden had twelve dead and another 300 believed to be infected. Russia had come out and stated that they had four dead and an unknown amount of others infected. Egypt had 16 dead. There were two dead in Australia but it had yet to be confirmed they died of the virus. A lot more were very sick. China remained silent. Two hours ago the CDC had been contacted by a doctor in Chicago. He had a man with a strange infection and was very ill. General Manning only hoped it was not the virus. If it was, it was already too late to stop it. The CDC had been contacted by a dozen other countries today. Each with the same symptoms. Israel had closed it's borders. But it may already be too late for them. There were 6 confirmed cases there. The General leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. The shit was hitting the fan, and so far, the president had not taken his advice and closed the borders. It may already be too late. The next briefing would be at 9:00 tomorrow morning. Manning was not looking forward to it. March 6, 11:30 am Manning knew the worse had come. Three of the people who were supposed to be at the briefing had not showed up. They were ill. So was the President. You didn't even have to be a doctor to see it. Manning himself wasn't feeling all that well. Things had gotten much worse overnight. All of the CDC people had been called back to the US. There were at least 91 confirmed cases in the United States now. Rumor had it that there were at least nine dead. Manning knew there were a hell of a lot more people with the virus here. Himself included. The President had ordered the borders to be closed. It was too late for that now, Manning knew. If the President had listened to him days ago, it might have been avoided. Maybe the CDC people could come up with something. It was their only hope. March 7, 2:29 p.m. The vice president had just stepped up the ladder. The President had died nearly an hour ago. His aide, Carl, stood across from him in front of the desk. "Can you tell me what the hell is going on Carl?" "Well, Mr. Wilson, er, I mean, Mr. President, What reports I can get are coming from the DOD and the CIA at this time. It would seem that the virus has spread throughout the world. Even Red China is now reporting thousands of cases. We have lost contact with South Africa and Egypt. There are several thousand cases reported here in the US. "Many of the CDC people are ill or dying. Most of them were exposed to the virus though working here. The CDC was our one real hope." "I don't want to hear that crap! We are not done for. The White House looked damned empty when I came in a couple of hours ago. Where the hell is everyone?" "Many of them have left sir. Several of them are dead. Four of the Secret Service people are still here. I believe there are still a couple of Senators and an Admiral roaming about." "What the hell happened? I go on vacation for one god damn week and the whole world goes to hell. Carl, I want those Seceret Service agents to man the phone lines. I want contact with every governor of every state. I want areas that are confirmed to be infected to be sealed off. Get on it man!" "Yes sir," Carl said as he left the room. Carl already missed the President, the real President, that is. Wilson had never been more than a common asshole and it seemed he always would be. In the hall way he passed Admiral Jenson. The good Admiral had a gun in one had and a bottle in the other. Carl paid no attention. President Wilson sat at the desk he had always longed for. A long cigar held between his fingers. He would get things squared away. No doubt of it. And when he did, he would be a hero to his people and to the world. His train of thought was interrupted when a man in uniform burst in his door. In one had was a bottle of scotch, in the other was a .45 acp. "Admiral, either shoot me or pour me a drink!" The Admiral shot him. March 8, 4:17 am "Tell me Carl, are you still feeling ok?," the President asked. "Yes Admiral, er, Mr. President." "How is it you and I can be feeling just fine while so many others are dying?" "Before the CDC shut down, they estimated that about two percent of the people would have a natural immunity. They had hoped to use these people to create a vaccine. They just ran out of time." "Looks like we all ran out of time Carl. Maybe those left will create something better. Care for a drink Carl?" "Yes, thank you, sir." End Part One -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>