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PickleChiffon
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2011
- Location
- Canada
In the middle of the tropics, there is a small island called Resort Island Haven. The Resort and hotel had been an upstart several years ago, the brain child of a man with way too much money on his hands, and a desire to make a playground for his adult friends. By employing all the locals, it cut the existence of the original town to nearly nothing, everything had been transferred to Resort holdings, houses and roads rebuilt to keep the facade that this was heaven on earth, if you were over 18.
Until four days ago.
It started as a sneeze on the private jet into the resorts landing strip. Everyone on the plane had been infected by the time they stepped off. No one was the wiser, and they were allowed to mingle with the rest of the residents, and since the next scheduled take off wasn’t until the day later, the sickness had nothing buy time to brood.
Anne had been at the hotel for a week, enjoying the luxury of the resort. Her uncle had just secured the 10 million mark in his oil drilling business and had splurged for the entire family to come here for a two week celebratory vacation. At 18, this should have been a dream come true, showing off her athletic yet still curvy body to the hot guys. But the average mean age of the guys here was 28, which meant, while they looked, a lot of them wouldn’t dare come near her.
And then the sickness started to manifest.
At first it was a couple of vacationers, fevered and quarantined. But then the numbers swelled, quarantine wasn’t holding them, and the original perpetrators went missing. Soon, everyone was suspicious of everything, the fever taking hold of many more than it left unscathed.
Anne was one of the few, she hadn’t gotten sick, but now it was a matter of ensuring it stayed that way. The fever made them crazy, zombie like, searching for fresh meat, untainted meat, and right now that meant her.
Anne hurried through the deserted street, avoiding being seen. At least they were kind of dumb, that helped. But she needed to find food, and some water before darkness set in. That was the challenge of the evening.
Until four days ago.
It started as a sneeze on the private jet into the resorts landing strip. Everyone on the plane had been infected by the time they stepped off. No one was the wiser, and they were allowed to mingle with the rest of the residents, and since the next scheduled take off wasn’t until the day later, the sickness had nothing buy time to brood.
Anne had been at the hotel for a week, enjoying the luxury of the resort. Her uncle had just secured the 10 million mark in his oil drilling business and had splurged for the entire family to come here for a two week celebratory vacation. At 18, this should have been a dream come true, showing off her athletic yet still curvy body to the hot guys. But the average mean age of the guys here was 28, which meant, while they looked, a lot of them wouldn’t dare come near her.
And then the sickness started to manifest.
At first it was a couple of vacationers, fevered and quarantined. But then the numbers swelled, quarantine wasn’t holding them, and the original perpetrators went missing. Soon, everyone was suspicious of everything, the fever taking hold of many more than it left unscathed.
Anne was one of the few, she hadn’t gotten sick, but now it was a matter of ensuring it stayed that way. The fever made them crazy, zombie like, searching for fresh meat, untainted meat, and right now that meant her.
Anne hurried through the deserted street, avoiding being seen. At least they were kind of dumb, that helped. But she needed to find food, and some water before darkness set in. That was the challenge of the evening.