ROLEPLAY HQ - experimented-apocalypse

Cold, that's what the whole place felt like. If you landed your hands against the tables, the doors, everything felt as if you were grasping a dozen ice cubes in a hand. But with the men, women, and so called 'things' as Dr. Adams put it, they did this for everyone's safety. The colder it was the calmer these monsters were. As a matter of fact, that's what Dr. Adams was doing just now. Pointing and examining at the different subjects or the so called 'humanoid' ones which in reality were just creatures that learned manners. Some looked but paid no other attention, multiple arms trading cards and discussing. "Now for all you new recruits I ask that if you go to where we're going for examination, you bring at least two guards with you.." He said, pressing the buttons on the door and as two soldiers followed in suit behind the new scientists, they proceeded into "BLOCK X". It's much colder, a shiver even through the clothing as their footsteps paraded down the wall. These creatures, oh boy. Grimey, slippery of goo and with big teeth nashing at the windows once it saw something it wanted to take a bite of. Though toward the end they stopped, Dr. Adams turning to face what looked to be a male in some sort of container. He had oxygen attached to him, yes, though he's still shifting in this large tube of watery substance. An older man, perhaps in his fifties or later. "Now this fellow right here.. One of my most powerful captures.. Found him in a war field.."

The man doesn't move, nor does he open his eyes, barren and floating as if he were graceful. He's tall, muscular, perhaps a soldier. Though the tar that tugged at his ankles perhaps said otherwise...

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Working in this new place already seemed to be interesting, being a third year doctoral student had its benefits. She was learning so much and working on so many things. Though, she was not really enjoying where she had been put on placement. She did not really like working with human/humanoid test subjects. In my BSc I wrote about animal cruelty and laboratory diagnostics. How can I work here? Daysam Adhikari, thirty-two, sweet cherub like face, looked at some blood samples. She could see Dr. Ronnie Adams, show new recruits around. That was her two weeks ago. The Labs seemed to get new recruits all the time. Only last week, someone from the pharmacy ward, pretty much started cutting at their throat, laughing. It was these incidents that no one could ignore anymore. They knew they were in proximity to certain things that were heinous and terrible. Though, it seemed one of her friends was asking her to come along. So, they are finally letting people into Block X? She knew this meant that something happened to staff down there. Usually was the case, still, something about this, did not seem right. She was already not liking working here and now she was sure she would dislike what she found down there. "Powerful Captures?" She almost repeated softly and then saw a man. A man who seemed to be wearing nothing but a hospital gown, even that seemed to be loose and not very well suited. And it was freezing cold. She herself was hugging herself. "Wait, he is a soldier?" Daysam could not control it, and found herself asking this to Adams, even before she could stop herself from asking it. @Kars

"That's what we assume, sweetie. Found him half dead, covered in this oddly tar substance and I mean the only thing that kept him alive well was.. Us, per say." He said, walking up closer to the man floating in the tube and drumming his knuckles against the glass. Tap tap tap, tap tap tap, but the man didn't move. He's confident in him not moving, it's written all over his face. Perhaps he's a cocky professor, but everything that reads about him is an angry spoiled brat.. Which is bad for a man near her age. "If you want, sweetie. You can stay and study him but we have to make the rest of the tour valuable for the rest of our friends here. Come along now, he's just a mere sight. Hasn't moved in the last four years and all he does is floating in a tank of water like a dead fish. If he moves, it'll be a damn miracle." Though he chuckled, it wasn't exactly funny. To be working for him was a bad idea it seemed like. Though the man in the tank, the way he breathed was so odd.

His eyes were closed, as if he were sleeping like a child. The tar wrapped around his ankles like a crossed rope, though when the water shifted it shifted with it. It was odd, like the tar at the base had a mind of it's own. Though the man as said before didn't move when it Mr. Adams drummed his knuckles against it, the tar did. It reached out for just a moment, then faded back inward. Tamed, docile. It watched as the others left, slowly rising up the man's leg.

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"Sweetie?" Daysam bristled at this, "I am not Sweetie I am a PhD student close to a graduation and a fellow Doctor." She did not care if she got flack for this. It was completely unprofessional for her to be called such a term. Especially, in front of the new recruits, they would think this was a hostile work environment. She was calm but her tone was strong. Though seeing the fucking tar move, made her jump. "What the?!" Daysam really did not wish to work here. She did not wish somewhere where they were clearly abusing humans. @Kars

Mr. Adams had his back turned when she yelped, turning to look back at the tar that had seemingly vanished the moment she screamed. "Gosh you new recruits are so.. Squeamish. I'm sure you've seen plenty of male genitalia in the years leading up to being apart of my squad. Come along now, you're being way too much." He's known for having a stick up his ass but this much? He walked now, leading the other co workers Daysam had down the hallway and away from the man. He didn't seem to care, far too confident. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"You know the hell that was NOT a penis!" Daysam was disgusted by the assumption she had no idea what a dick was. Clearly, that was not some dude's penis. It was not flopping around. That seem like some tar appendage, almost like some fucking tentacle. She was fully in fear. What had happened to this man? She looked at him. In that glass jar. As some taxidermy animal. Still, performing life, to entertain scientists like them. @Kars

The man was still, though on the inside was a mystery to Daysam, it wasn't to him. He had been awake, who wouldn't when the entity that lives inside you is making sure you're suffering with it? He had heard a woman's voice, the oh so familiar of the man that ripped it away from him. But he couldn't move, he wouldn't move, not until it was the right time. Hearing the footsteps lead elsewhere he opened his right eye slightly, but you can imagine his absolute horror when he saw the woman standing in front of him. He nearly choked, quickly closing his eyes once more. ["For the love of God get away from the tank.."] "She's seen us, Harold." ["I know. Be quiet. Don't. Fucking. Move." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"How come, How come Adams does not see you?" She did a spectral analysis on the water composition and checked for impurities. "Okay, nothing too obvious. But the level of organic material, salinity and the rate of water pressure movements, five minutes ago, shows as anomalies in the pressure of water cycles. Though I do not believe this is the truth." She eyed at him, "I know I saw something." She went into coloured wave cycles, "AI Domino, test the water for, in the time lapse of the last half hour, minor body temperatures between 0.05-30% increase, gauge in kinetic energy. Push up also the level of movement, in isometrics, and try to see if it moves away from the acceptable skeletal structure range." She looked at the glass, "I am going to find you. It is only a matter of time. I am going to find you. I know I will." @Kars

["I want to talk to her."] "Then you'd like to die?" ["He wouldn't kill me, I'm too valuable for him to lose."] Against the well wishes of his tar friend he opened the same eye again, staring down at her. In the tank is one thing, but he's one large dude. His eye followed her checking everything in the water, and it amused him. It amused him by her innocence or by the way Adams fooled them. But that, that last part angered him. He tensed, water shifting with him. "Stop moving." ["This is my way to escape, dammit."] "She won't let you out. Not yet at least.." The tar emerged from Harold's leg, slimy fingerprints against the glass and tapping around. Attention, it's calling for her attention.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Daysam almost tripped, but she saw the appendage. "Wow, Ha! I knew it!" She went with a smile, touching the glass, "Hello, it is very nice to meet you. I am Daysam, Daysam Adhikari." Should she be introducing herself to such a weird terrestrial lifeform? Possibly. There was nothing wrong with it. @Kars

Harold if he could laugh would be cackling, though when he almost punched the damn front of the tank because of the sharp pain of the angry tar creature, that wasn't so pleasant. ["The hell?!"] "My conversation, bastard." ["Harold or Captain Forner, suck it."] The tar reached out, as if understanding her. It then retracted, perhaps unsure of who it was actually speaking to even if she said her name. It slid up Harold's legs and then reached out, attaching to his arm with a slight swing and then crawling upward to his face. He's trying not to move, flinching. ["TAR!"] "Be still.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam looked at the being, "Wow, I think you understand." She smiled and so happily, "You are cute looking." There was a chance this creature was dangerous, but she took the risk. The analysis Domino showed had signs of so many things. Of anomalies that could caused by a tentacular being like this creature. She smiled. Jackpot. @Kars

"Daysam! For the love of christ can you stop messing with the damn experiment. I know he is an attractive man but we need to move on with the tour. After hours when we show you the quarters you can come back later and study him. I'll even give you the damn access to do so.." Perhaps Mr. Adams was embarrassed that he no longer had that little bit of power he had had before. He motioned for her to follow, walking down to the others in block X.

Harold opened both eyes once his back was turned, staring down at Daysam from the height in the tank. She was pretty, younger, though it seemed like always Adams kept things under lock and key. He blinked, the tentacle around having ducked behind his leg as if a child behind it's mother. "She would make a good meal." ["We don't eat people here, Tar."]

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She looked at Ronnie with disgust. This had nothing to do with his level of attractiveness. It was more about how he was significantly hiding a foreign entity in his body that resembled, in layman's terms, some sort of penis accessory, however, was not any of those things at all. "Dr. Adams, I am doing my job. I am analysing the patient. He has some attributes that could be fit for study." She used the terminal to print out data that she could write reports based on. Daysam did not understand why the good doctor hated her fascination on this patient? It seemed unlike someone of his stature and authority to chide her for the introspection needed for someone in her field. What was his reluctance actually rooted in? Was he feeling she was not really his supporter, hence, should not be studying things in this wing? With here analytical eye? Still, she sighed and decided to not really fucking push it. There was no real reason for her to piss him off. She needed to study this dude later. To get access, means some restraint now. So, she knew she needed to 'play nice.' @Kars

Dr. Adams scoffed, seemingly unamused as he looked the specimen in the tank up and down a bit more before turning and pressing his index fingers together in disapproval. For a top rated scientist although he may have had the brains his attitude was as well as spoiled wagyu beef. Probably smelled like it too if someone got too damn close. He led the other few away from Harold again, down the hall and disappearing into the elevator for the next block. He didn't wait for her either, perhaps too frustrated that this woman was being in his words 'a pain'.

When Mr. Adams had vanished from view completely both of Harold's eyes opened, the tar substance sliding out from behind his leg and resuming it's half position at the area of Harold's shoulder and away from the front of the tank at least not so close up. The tar examined her, confused, it turned back to Harold for assistance. Harold didn't seem like he could move much, trying to examine her himself. She was pretty, but she was listening? And she came back at Adams just like that and didn't back down? He tilted his head, a large hand being pressed against the glass. Would she respond? @Ruvik the Unchained Predator )

Daysam gritted her teeth. She could not understand how disgusting Dr. Adams was being. Ronnie, the name itself was an annoyance. It was a deflection; he tried his best to act as if he was relatable and personable. However, it was clear that he was not ANY of those things. It was just as well saying a cannibal was sweet on you before they roasted you on a barbecue. As they were about to leave, she stopped and kindly asked, "Dr. Adams, may I have a word?" Getting him away from the group she politely spoke to him. She got her strength about her and decided to go for it. "I am not leaving Dr. Adams. I need to print these things and make a report portfolio." Daysam did not feel like challenging the good doctor, she knew she must though. There was nothing else she could do but challenge how he was addressing her. "You know this is crucial." Daysam's tone was neutral and she did not wish to provoke this man in charge. After all, sometimes soft alliances were better than hard dissent. "Please Dr. Adams, I am just super interested in understanding this patient. I want to give you a progress report of him. Especially, I want to show you there is still things we can learn about him." Just like that, she tapped in Dr. Ronnie Adams hunger for power and information. She was intuitive enough to do that even a performative deferring would do as well as the genuine thing. She waited, she knew Adams would not mind. @Kars

Well that certainly took Mr. Adams by surprise, being that he hadn't exactly been put down like that by a woman before, especially a new recruit. He paused, looking Ms. Adhikari up and down for a minute and then scoffed. If she wanted to deal with that experiment, she'd be stuck doing the most uninteresting job of watching the tank of a fifty or sixty something year old man, god forbid he barely remembered the guy's name, then she could do that. In fact, she'd probably get so bored she'd be begging to be moved. He had to resist laughing or smiling at that, being that he could fantasize about being right. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before posing to Daysam with a fake and probably a 'fake sweet' smile before he spoke. "Alright, Ms. Adhikari. You can do just that. But I do warn you, that man hasn't moved in the last four years since we found him. Not an inch. So when you get horrendously bored, you come and see me. Understood?" He asked, folding his hands in a way perhaps a retail manager would to please an angry customer. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator )

Daysam could see Ronnie checking her out. For some reason, she knew one of the reasons he was being a douchenozzle, was because he was attracted to her. So, why not take the shot? "I mean...sure Ronnie." She spoke after the recruits left and soon looked around and pushed him against the wall. And, gave him a deep kiss, with tongue, "Why only then? Why not for a while?" She kissed him again, making soft moans, giving quick kisses and presses their noses together. "Why deny you like me? Sweetie." @Kars

Well if Ronnie wasn't all pressured before God help this man now. The moment she shoved him against the wall he was all over her. He was gripping her hips like she'd vanish, hands gripping the back of her head and neck before turning her over to which now he had her against the wall. He had a sinister look across his face, though his kisses eventually fell from her lips to the side of her neck. Perhaps he wasn't one to take things slow at all. "Well when I'm working things are different, hun.." He said, voice low before he tugged her hair back slightly and attacked her neck in short but hard kisses. He could feel eyes on him, oddly enough. He stopped to glance back but only seeing Harold out cold, he resumed feeling up the rest of Daysam's form. "Seems you just couldn't wait." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"What are they doing?" ["Having a steamy session thinking I'm asleep."] "It's gross." ["It was worse with the other one."] He was speaking to the tar though when Ronnie turned he quickly closed his opened eye and waited for him to turn back. He wasn't jealous, god know, but this was just uncomfortable. This wasn't the first time Ronnie had done something in front of him either.

"Yeah I knew I could not and neither could you." She kissed him deeper, "I saw you checking me out." Moaning, "Damn." She smiled in her kisses and tugged his hair, "Ronnie...Mmmm." She kisses his cheeks too, nuzzling noses, "Come on." Another deep kiss, "You do like me and as a kid you act out." She hugged into him. @Kars

Ronnie on the other hand well that man is a horndog and a HALF. He smirked against her neck, hands feeling up and down her waist until they eventually turned around and groped her behind. Was he gonna get lucky? He hoped. He had his little adventures in the facility but this was a new possible friends with benefits, no? He resumed the kiss with her. But for some reason he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Oh well. "Can't help it. I like what I see and make sure no one else gets it. Why don't we move this to my quarters?"

["End my suffering this is the third time this WEEK."] "..This week? Doesn't that mean he should be sexually tested?" ["Forget I ever had this conversation with you."]

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"Yes, Ronnie." She kissed him again deeply, "Please I need you as much as you need me." Daysam was realising, even if they were acerbic before, they had really strong chemistry and attraction. She trembled. This asshole was quite sexy and he wanted her as much she did him. Kissing his cheek and cuddling into him, she sighed. Ronnie may get an odd feeling. Unlike like his usual hook ups, Daysam was quite...different. as in, she was very affectionate. @Kars

That took him even more by surprise, though he didn't think otherwise as he practically lifted her over his shoulder and went to his quarters. But she was so.. Odd. Odd? Was that the word? No, but she was a hot lady and he didn't have to worry about her being apart of the new recruits or finding out that this wasn't his first little 'affair' thanks to everything being under lock and key. He practically dropped his keys when going to his quarters, though once inside it didn't matter. But this felt weird, it didn't feel like just a simple one night stand.

If Harold could sigh in relief he would be doing it a million times by now. He looked at the tar climbing on the tips of his fingers and then around. He could move a bit for now. Or up until they realized Ronnie had gone for a nice hookup or two that they should be watching the experiments. He felt ill, like nauseous. That was sick, and she was new! ["All sorts of fucked.."]

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Dayam giggled at how enthusiastic he was being. She did not know Ronnie could be like this. She held onto him and gave soft kisses. "Please hurry..." Her sweet, dark eyes looking at him. It was obvious how cute she was and how soft-hearted. @Kars

Ronnie's pants were feeling as tight as ever and with a brisk slam of the door behind him, that's when the real fun started. Had it not been for the in home gym and having to maintain his bodily health perhaps he wouldn't have been as ripped as he was. Not enough as the so called subject, but he was toned and surely well endowed. But when he got to her he was all love bites and feeling her up as if she'd vanish if he let go. He was good at that, though leaving bites on her breasts and helping her strip was one thing, and when he started leaving a trail of hickies down her legs, oooo boy. "I want you to beg for it.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam started crying out and shuddering. She moaned as Ronnie aggressively left bites on her breasts, enough to prick a little but not hurt a lot. She blushed deep when he asked for her to beg. "What? Why?" She caressed his face. This, in itself, was a very intimate act. @Kars

Ronnie smirked, though on the inside he was much more surprised. They usually just did as told, though she didn’t. Why was she so different from the other ones and why couldn’t he shake it? Why was it so odd to him? Whatever, this horn dog needed some of her. He bent down, tongue caressing her sex while his fingers played near her entrance, as if teasing her.

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"Wait..." She picked him up, "Come on. Take off your clothes." She helped him out of them. What happened next was she kissed his - eyelids. His entire face, softly his neck, his chest, abdomen, then slowly, went down and kissed his penis. Then she intimarely hugged him. "Mmmm Ronnie." @Kars

He froze for a moment. Though that kiss felt good what was she doing and why did it make him feel this way? He was super puzzled, though he didn't stop there as he picked her up again. He'd get some game, and then he'd be done, no? But he felt so.. Oddly attached to her. As if he couldn't let her go. He just couldn't. Especially now that he was probably the first to start hitting on her. "How bad you want it?" He asked, voice deep and slow. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam found it strange with how strangely demanding Ronnie was; she still spoke politely, after all, she had no idea of his previous sexual experiences. She was no fool and knew he did sleep around. Still, she felt a pull of genuine affection, attraction and chemistry between them. Ronnie seemed lonely; the cocky way he acted seemed to hide another facet to him. Sure, he was arrogant, yet arrogance enough would not have belaboured her conscience. She did not like what he was in charge of; still, she did not wish to unfairly evaluate the man. "As badly as you want it." Daysam answered with a soft kiss, there was hardly any form of hesitation. Only, true care in her eyes. Sharp and sweet. Her big round eyes that would put Bambi to shame.; She looked innocent and she definitely had pure intentions. @Kars

Ronnie felt as if on the inside he was falling apart, melting almost. How could he be fucking her just for his own value? Why and how was she so different? Was he sick? Was he feeling well? He held in a sigh though he met her lips again. He didn't expect her to be so affectionate, and this affectionate state was doing something to him. Something he didn't know if he liked or hated it. He spread her legs a bit wider, though hooking them around his waist. Though when he met her lips he didn't want to finish, he wanted to say, holding in his arms. Was this sorcery?! He held his shaft in one hand, pushing inward and the moment he felt the warmth he almost shook and shuddered. It felt great. Holding her, her lips, everything. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Dayam started panting, "Ronnie, I...." He would notice the tightness for sure. Adhikari was close to virginal. When she had been younger, she had been almost raped by an older friend of her father, who also molested her a couple of times. The man had wanted to abduct Daysam. She had been young and scared. The fucker had gotten her in the van, taped up and she kicked around enough, to make him lose concentration and get into a car crash. In the snow, she had come out, with her hands almost tied. She cut them lose on some metal wire and got poisoning before a tetanus shot could be administered. She saw the older man run out of the car as it exploded and bombarded him in brimstone and flames. The pervert was screaming as skin, flesh and bone, were being eaten by the fire of some Divine Justice. As the man was rolling around and dying in the snow, he seemed to ask her to forgive him. Asking her to help him. That get help. There were some houses down the road, surely? — NOT. As he lay dying, begging her for his life, she just showed him the finger and walked away. The man stayed alive in pain for an hour. Daysam sat there and watched with tears in her eyes and a sick satisfaction on her face. She did not know who to call for help really. Though there was a vehemence in her as well. This man had been a blight and now he was incinerated. Like the exterminators that came to the house to get bugs and mould out. When she walked away in the snow, blood dripping from herm, being poisoned by metal, passing out. Getting rescued and not being able to cope with what almost happened to her and what did happen to her. For almost two years, she did not speak to her father, she did not even acknowledge him. Daysam saw her father almost have a heart attack due to all the pain he also felt. The friend he had made playing golf was out to assault his daughter. Soon, he stopped partying hard, going to gentlemen's clubs, stopped cheating on her mother, and became a devoted husband a

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nd parent. Supported her to be a scientist and do all he could. Daysam and he became closer and he was now always by her side. Even if the incident was a tragedy, it strengthened their family. Only, Daysam stayed a virgin, until she was twenty-seven. Even then,. it was a younger colleague and he was somewhat tipsy. She hardly had any feelings and when he had wanted to express his feelings and do it again, she transferred out of the unit, breaking his heart, for he knew not why. The other time she had sex, was when she was twenty-nine, this had been better, but...she still could not stand anyone touching her. It took four years of therapy to finally have sex with a female friend and then a male friend to be more comfortable in her body. Though she hardly initiated sex and was usually scared of it. Right now, what she did, it was unlike her. Daysam had thought of how her parents, her friends and therapist had told her, not to be afraid. So, she went for it...Still, she was quite virginal and she was adjusted to Ronnie's size, sobbing a bit. @Kars

He felt bad, seeing as her tears made him more broken inside. Did he make her feel like that? He had no idea, though it seemed to only want him to make her feel better. He embraced her, strong arms wrapped around her in what felt like less than a bear hug but something so loving. He kissed her cheek, a thumb wiping the tears that stained her face. He was in fact, quite large, so it would be a slight bit before he could start but he wanted her to be comfortable. But why? Usually he wasn't so affectionate and he just met this woman, but something just made it feel odd. Not in a bad way, but seeing her and his hard pounding in hopes to please her if anything but again he felt so bad. He just continued kissing her on the cheek, holding her, every now and then whispering a 'you're going great' into her ear before eventually he decided to test. He moved slightly, tugging out and then sliding back in slowly. "Shit.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator \

Daysam kissed Ronnie's hand and started kissing him. "Mmmm, Ronnie...Mmmmmm." She was seriously so aroused now, her cunt was leaking wet. As he moved, her widened, spraying out, the sweet, virginal woman, came a bit. "RONNIE!" @Kars

Holy shit the horndog was back in place, he took a minute, being it caught him by complete surprise and with that he started moving. At first it was slow, though once she started moving quickly the sound of wet genitals was filling the room. For the most part Ronnie was grunting and groaning beneath his breath. It felt good, no, it felt AMAZING. He didn't even know how to describe it. He's still leaving marks all over her neck, hands gripping her behind for better access. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam started cumming again, "Ronnie...faster...please...AHHHH!" she could not contain herself, she squirted so hard it coated his cock, "RONNIE!" @Kars

Ronnie would probably have to pay his security man in the morning three times his pay check for how much he did this last week. But he didn’t stop, clapping her cheeks faster until he felt his own orgasm coming on. He tilted her head toward him and kissed her, tongue and all. “Fuck Daysam..”

Daysam could not stop cumming, she ruined Ronnie's cock and lap and carpet a bit. Her tongue hung out, "Oh yes, Ronnie...cumming...please more..." She kissed him back sobbing with tremendous pleasure. "AHHHHH" Daysam's eyes rolled as she came again. Clawing his back, tears of sensuality just soaking her face. Sheen of sweat all over. @Kars

Seeing her reach that final orgasm pushed him to his peak but not interested in having angry little gremlins roaming around he pulled out, and with a few pumps white sticky liquid slapped onto her stomach. He sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead before he grabbed a towel and wiped it. After doing so he collapsed next to her on the bed. Wow. “Well.. That’s.. Shit you’re good.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam panted and looked at him, "I like...I liked it a lot." She started to cry, feeling so secure and safe, ironically, with a man, who some hours ago, made misogynistic comments on her. Still, he treated her well. The older man who had been her father's friend, had always acted nice. However, had said things about her, while trying to assault, that made her chill. Even nowadays, porn could make her cry, if she heard someone call another person, bitch, or something similar. It bothered her so much. She would either pleasure herself, to bring in the oxytocin and serotonin, to bring back her feel good feelings. To be restored in her faith of tranquil masculinity, with its passionate parameters. So, Ronnie did more than okay. He may have been mean outside. However, in the bedroom, he was animalistic when he needed to be and was also being a gentleman. It made her pleased to know; that he was not all conceit and arrogance. She had never had many many partners. She hardly had sex with any of her previous encounters more than once. Daysam, thirty-two, never dated or had a relationship. She had been single all her life, both by choice and by trauma. So,. in her mind, she was thinking: This was it. There was no reason for Ronnie to ask her to do it again. No reason for anyone to contribute time and energy on her. In her head, this was the last line. The attraction had been consummated and now, they would probably return to the chemical distance of some jabs, then some smiles. She did not know or even conceive of anything else. For her reality, for the longest time, had tainted love and sex. @\

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Ronnie looked at her, though the feeling in his eyes was a bit odd from before. Perhaps he thought of her more than just a one night stand, but how would he say or even talk to her about it? He held her close, arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace. He hadn't cuddled someone in what felt like forever, which he often never did. What was this woman doing to him? But he couldn't stay awake, he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. The exhaustion of the work, the affairs, everything all together seemed to wisk him to sleep. He held her close, having fallen asleep with his lips pressed against her temple to comfort her.. And perhaps that was the only last she'd really see of him.. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator )

Daysam kissed him and fell asleep as well. Tired by all the lovemaking. She saw the kindness of Ronnie in a matter of minutes that she was so happy she was able to see it. She snuggled close to him, feeling a comfort she had not expected to find with him at all. She was sighing and dreaming, feeling bliss and a sense of peace. @Kars

Harold felt his chest burning, throat sore and eyes burning. Where was he? He could move his limbs though they felt a bit heavier than usual. He took another deep breath, though when the shock came of him no longer in water came too, he shot up and looked around. He could see the tank smashed, and now he lay against the metal flooring. Most of the area was flooded, in some parts up to his ankles and others not. He felt his head, a bit of blood coming back onto his hand. Wires sparked, the soft sound of the alarm in the distance. "What the hell.." ["Hello, Harold."] He turned, looking to the tar substance that kind of sat next to him. "You- Tar?" ["..Yes. I freed you. The tank was overwhelming and everyone was gone."] "Did you do this?" ["No, actually. But I've smoothed around, everyone is either gone or deceased. No sign of life, though I've sensing body warmth in the office.." Harold sighed, and with a bit of struggle he stood up. He half yelped when he realized he was barren. The tar wiggled, seemingly slapping what looked to be an army t-shirt and cargo pants. ["Can you fit?"] "I uh.. Think so.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam heard the distant sounds of an alarm. Though, in Ronnie's panic room like quarters, they seemed to reach less. The doors were pressurised to make sure there were no lack of security; both professional and private. Hence, she was blissfully unaware of certain things going on. Sex had helped her rest better as she had been stressed with this facility work and the job. So, she had lulled herself to this comfort and did not ask herself why there were seemingly distant sounds and all of those rigmarole. She woke up a bit when she heard someone seem to be screaming and banging at the door. All she heard being yelled was, "You bastard! I hope you die in this place! AHHHHH!" And then an eerie form of silence. So silent she thought she had been dreaming it. No steps outside the door, no distant laughs or even the cocking of rifles with guard change duty. Nothing. It was this strange quiet that made her wake up. Daysam blinked and got up and did not see Ronnie. She pondered if the head scientist had gone back to work. She rubbed her eyes and went to the bathroom. There had been also a spare toothbrush she tore from the packet and used. Took a shower with shampoo and suds soap. Knowing it was good to sanitise before either going back to work or going home for the day. She saw the clock said 4:47pm and knew by 5pm some people would be done with their shifts. As it became five and she was dressing up, she found it strange she did not hear laughing or anything in the hallways. Daysam knew the room was pressurised, though she was expecting some noise. Wondering what was happening. She went near the door and tried to open it. It would not budge. Daysam tried multiple times, however, the door was not budging. She tried her access card and it did not budge. She was confused and tried to call Ronnie. Well, it did not happen. It was then she saw over 100 texts and 57 voice messages. What the hell? She switched on a voice message and almost dropped the phone.

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"DAYSAM! DAYSAM! WHERE ARE YOU?! I AM LEAVING! I AM ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WHO GOT OUTSIDE! SOMETHING GOT OUT! SOMETHING GOT OUT! RUN! RUN!| To her horror, she also heard some gurgling, bloody noises in some other voice messages from other people. There was no internet and phone service was weak. Then she found a message from Ronnie. Ronnie's voice was telling her to not easily leave the room, as they had a contamination breach. Well, he had left her there for her own safety. If she need to leave, he had a specialised set of spare key cards, she could use. And, informed her to keep the phone line and not go far. By this time, Daysam was sobbing and shaking. Well, it seemed her having sex with Ronnie did actually help her in the end. Yet, at what cost? She could now understand what those noises were - some of her friends had been horribly wounded or killed. What sort of contamination breach were they talking about? And, where was Ronnie? She tried to call him again and it did not work, so, she decided, she was going to venture out. As she found the key card set and opened the pressurised door to Ronnie's quarters, she almost gave a scream. There was someone's severed hand and a blood puddle, just outside. She sobbed but then quickly closed and locked the door. The quarters were her base of operations. She did not know if she would be able to make it out, alive. Daysam started walking slowly back to the labs she used to work, Lab G. When she went there she saw almost everyone had been killed. She took a moment to cry and mourn for the fallen and then started moving. Only, there were some strange footsteps, down the hall. The closest lab was Lab X and she rushed inside, to avoid detection. @Kars

Harold heard the frantic footsteps and paused, tar being at a standstill aswell. "You see anything?" ["Life. Body heat. Block X."] He sighed heavily, rubbing his sore arms and legs. He hadn't done this in a while. He had as many dog tags as he could collect, and even then some that supposedly tar held onto. He looked around, eyes narrowing at the place around. He had heard them, and as much as he didn't want to, he had to. He sighed, walking along he could hear the breathing. When could he hear breathing? "Hello? Anyone there? I uh.. I'm human! I think! You're the only survivor I think!" Well that's pleasant, isn't that Harold? He groaned, walking to where he heard the footsteps. He picked up a nearby machete drenched in blood, deciding it was best to hold it with him. He opened the doors to Block X, though with relative ease. "Guessing that's your doing.." ["I supply new benefits to your physique.."] "Good. Good to know.." He said, grumbling to himself mostly as he walked around. "God this place is huge.. Adams?!" @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam shrieked and ran away and was trying to see which door she could open. She was not going to be killed. When she heard the so-called human scream "Adams?!" She made a mad rush. She was sure Ronnie, even though an asshole, would not abandon her. And, she needed to find him fast. She looked at one of the supply closets, where she knew was an emergency hatch outside, in some tunnel, so she moved into it. Only, she found a pile of dead bodies, that she could stop her from screaming. She realised that there was no way she could get out from there, as this was a death invitation. Slowly, she backtracked and rushed out, not wanting to really encounter who had called out for Adams. @Kars

Hearing the footsteps he turned, though the scream alarmed him. He ran, only to almost collide into Daysam. He yelped, dropping the machete in the process. But then he paused, confused and staring down at her. He's got a familiar face, maybe the only thing that had been missing was the breathing mask that they had given her in the tank. He tilted his head. "Hey hey calm down.. Christ.. Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He grimaced a bit at the feeling of what felt like tar on his back, what looked to be some sort of black, slimey mass that slid on his shoulder and now almost 'stared' at Daysam. ["Scientist. From the other day."] "The one that was fuckin' Ronnie in front of me?" He asked the slime. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam was very shocked to see the tank man. What really bothered her is when he spoke out loud. "Excuse me! I did not fuck anyone in front of you! I have my manners!" Immediately, Daysam hated this prick. How dare he talked about her that way. She got a bit triggered as her abuser had groped her and said she was a whore several times. She pushed passed the man and started walking away. @Kars

“Hey- Hey! I haven’t socialized since I was on the fuckin field! Come- God..” He said, quickly running after her until he eventually caught up. He put a strong hand on her shoulder. “Do you have any idea what happened here? At all? Where the hell is Adams?” Depsite his hatred for him he was genuinely worried. He was trying to piece together how he got out of the tank. He’s a lot taller in person, a lot muscular too. He looks pretty nice. “Also, you shouldn’t be down here. That bastard told you and those other scientists that this is the most dangerous block.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"Leave me alone! I do not care!" Daysam started to cry, as she took some pills out of her pocket and swallowed them. No, keep it down. Keep down the trauma. She could not lose it now, she needed to find out where Adams went. It was kind of him to let her hide out in his pressure sealed quarters. Now, she just needed to find him. She ignored the man. @Kars

"Tar shut it- Listen everyone's fucking dead! I need you to tell me what the hell happened! I woke up and I'm outside of the fucking tank and everyone is dead!" He still walked quickly, trying to keep up with her and looking around as they went. ["There's something else here."] "The hell you mean there's still something here?" ["..Eight legs."] He paused, grabbing Daysam and quickly clasping a hand over her mouth. He stayed still, a firm grip on her as he listened in. There was something inching around. Something absolutely MASSIVE that walked around where they were. "Listen, honey, I'm not here to hurt you or say anything bad. I know we're looking for your boyfriend, but if this thing is honest.. Then stay the fuck still." There was a heavy thud, an angry screech that followed. Harold is sweating, though his grip is firm. ["It's big. Very large. It's got children-"] "I have enough phobias, tar. Please. Not the time. Be quiet." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam started struggling. This was her trigger, the man who had abducted her — he had caught her like this when she was but eighteen or nineteen. She started to sob and cry. She was muffled saying: Please, Please do not rape me. I am sorry.:" @Kars

“I’m not going to- Why would I do that? Oh for Christ-“ He turned her around quickly, and though he was reluctant to do so, he smashed his lips onto hers. He held her still, eyes opening and looking around. His lips were dry yet soft, and he held her gently. He could still hear the massive creature, though he rubbed her shoulders and waited. If needed he would lift her up and haul ass. He disconnected their lips for a moment before he spoke. “Listen to me carefully. There is no one here other than me. I’m not going to hurt you. But there is something here that will if we don’t be calm.” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

When he kissed her, she actually felt...safe. She kissed back. Softly and then huddled into him, "Okay. I just." She was tired. She had such awesome sex, slept a lot but she was tired and also the adrenaline had gone down. "Please just take me out of here." @Kars

It shocked him when he kissed back, being that now he didn’t know what to say. His cheeks were hot and pink. He then straightened himself and nodded. “We’ve can figure a way out. Just got to get by whatever the hell that bastard captured..” [“Giant spider..”] “I know it’s a giant spider, tar.” He sighed, and after a moment of thinking he grabbed her again and lifted her bridal style into his arms. He ran, tar clinging to his back in the process though he was right when he said they weren’t alone. The thing screamed, eight giant legs running toward them. “SHIT SHIT SHIT-“ @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam huddled into him, scared as anything. But she trusted him as he dashed around with her. "I am scared. I do not even know your name. I...am...Daysam." @Kars

He looked down at her slightly. "Harold. Or they use to call me commander Forner.." He said, though he was confused on where to go. He leapt over a giant sink hole with ease, though it seemed that surprised him too. ["Physique is excelled."] Tar said, to which Harold rolled his eyes and sprinted for a nearby exit. Only to see a dozen corpses. "Shit shit shit where the hell-" @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam knew it was strange to just introduce herself while they were getting chased by one of the escaped experiments. However, she could not call him colourful nicknames like 'dude with extra foreskin', 'dude with appendage like dick', 'extra dick of a dude' and etcetera. It was quite obvious the only way to let those nicknames die down would be to know his name. "Harold Forner." Daysam repeated the name, knowing she may seen some files with his name. When he jumped over the sinkhole, she was amazed as him. It was a reminder, "You sure are not the regular human. " On notes on his humanity, she considered the possibility, he may not as well been. Though, scans show that he was physiologically a human being. Nothing too abstract in his DNA, to be otherwise. Seeing the corpses, Daysam did scream. This entire day was a nightmare. She knew maybe sleeping with Ronnie had been a sudden choice. Trying to regain her need for companionship, amour and all of that. Safeguarding her sexuality against memories of her being raped and abused. Still, the encounter with Ronnie had saved her. He had allowed her safe haven in his quarters. Though she was wondering, where did he run off to? "There is a large utility closet on the right side, down that hallway." Daysam remembered this, as she had to get some equipment from this closet more than once. It was spacious enough to have some light and some shelves, and cramped enough to allow them a place of respite. "I do not think a giant spider can bend their legs in that one." Thinking of it clearly, she also mentioned: "There is a chute there. Or, rather, a service tunnel. It intertwines and interlocks with," Daysam attempted to recollect, "Somewhere on one of the main offices of a plant J29K specimen lab. It is a computer cluster with some plant samples. We should be able to go there and plan our next move." @Kars

Harold once he told her about the closet went for it, big feet stomping on wherever he was running though overtime the monster got both closer and not. He didn't know, all he knew was that tar understood the assignment and was directing him like some sort of used vehicle. He inhaled, lungs burning as he raced for the closet and shut the door behind them. He looked through the crack, watching as the eight legged beast padded around. Could it smell them? Would his few minutes of freedom be short lived because now he'd be lunch for thousands of creepy crawlers? He shuddered, though he held onto Daysam until he watched it pad away and back into the block. He sighed in relief, setting her down gently and stretching his arms. He didn't feel her weight, no, but that scared the hell out of him and he was practically wheezing. "Fuckin' COPD.." He said, half wheeze before he stood and looked to Daysam. "Thanks for telling me about it but.. Do you have any idea what happened? At all? I can tell you one thing, it's either scientists or soldiers but Adams ain't in the mix.." He peered through the closet again, looking back to her. "Sorry about that, by the way." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam looked at him. "Harold, we should uh...you know just stay here for a while." When she noticed his wheezing, she gently replied, "You had been in that tank for so long. It is normal for you to struggle to breathe filtered and oxygenated terrestrial air from the aqua ducts." Her voice was quiet as not to alert the Arachnid outside, "As long as we are here, we should be safer. Well, then outside." Though, in all fairness, she seemed more interested in the Arachnid than a possible danger aspect: "I think she is a female spider looking for her egg sac." Daysam spoke this in some moments. "It is cruel and unkind to be separated from one's children. I do not think anyone, human or otherwise, would enjoy it. I think she is naturally attacking or 'interrogating' anyone with her pheromone language advantage to see where the egg sac could be located. If we prove to be useful to her; I do think she will spare us from being meals to her and her children." Daysam knew spiders were often loathsome to many people. She had always enjoyed them and this time; her preference could be an advantage here. @Kars

"If he's been collecting things like that.. Thing.. I would hate to see the most angry one." He said, straightening himself back and forth a bit before no tension was left in his arms, only his chest. He regretted smoking for so long, perhaps it would've been better to chew on fruit or something else to pass some stress or do something else. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I woke up two years ago and I've been awake majority of the time since. I've heard the story, heard him usin' me like a trophy. No offense to your boyfriend, but I've got one hell of a bone to pick with him.." The tar substance crawling up his back made him wince, though the slime texture remained on his shoulder. It turned in Daysam's direction, as if inspecting her for a moment before turning back to it's host. ["She is what humans call, beautiful."] "Good to know you like her, Tar. I don't disagree with you." He said, peering out again. "But I agree with the thing about being a mother.. My wife was like that. God forbid someone kept my daughter longer than needed." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

"I do not know what you mean by that." Daysam tried not to be harsh, but Harold was making a lot of assumptions about her she did not enjoy. Even about Ronnie, surely, he was not the evil incarnate he spoke of? She was wondering on this. Why would he telling things to her like this." Dr. Ronnie Adams, is not my boyfriend though." She says this with a sigh, "I did want to date him. He seemed to be attracted to me as much as I was. Even with what douchnozzle behaviour he was doing, he did seem interested in me and he had saved my life. By leaving me in the quarters. I am not sure what has happened her, Harold, I do intend to find out things with you." On his grudge with Ronnie, "I am sure you are not the only one." Daysam sighed again, and hugged herself, "I am sorry. I do apologise if I sound stern. I do not agree with Ronnie on MANY things. I was actually thinking of transferring out of this facility, due to how they were handling things. There was no reason for me to stay, if people like you were being abused. I came here to make change and not be the very thing that I hated." On hearing of his famiily: "Where are they now? Your daughter and wife?" @Kars

"Deceased. It wouldn't shock me that Ronnie had enough power to wipe me away from their lives.. Though my Bea, my pretty Bea, she wasn't dumb enough for it to go through.." When he speaks of his past life perhaps he is mournful. Though through the darkness of the closet the sadness on his face says it all. He's worn out, he is more than exhausted and perhaps he spent more than enough days letting the trickle of tears disappear out of the water tank. He had forgotten how many times he wept for his child, for his wife, but now there was nothing he could do. He peered out the closet again. "Damn thing isn't leaving yet. Until we can find a way to open the exit we're stuck here for the time being." Being it was large enough he took a seat on the floor, heaving a sigh of relief at the pain of standing vanished. "I'm not giving you shit, I apologize, but if you had the things I did and watched them stripped away cause a near godly man wants what he wants, you'd be furious. Like me." He said, looking up at her. He's not half bad, no, not at all, but the sadness on his face.. Mournful eyes. "If he loved you, then it's a change." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam registered things he had said. She got quiet, "I am sorry...I...I did not mean to sound like I do not care." This was true; she did care about him. "You remember, I had challenged Ronnie about you. I am surprised...we even hooked up. I...I guess I just gave into what I was feeling and so did he." God, it was a good feeling too. Sex with Ronnie had been amazing. She would not lie; she had not expected kindness and gentleness from him. Nor, did she expect him to want to learn about her body. Still, hearing how he had treated Harold, did not make her happy with him. She sat next to him and held his shoulder. "I am sorry, Harold." Daysam gave him a short hug. She smelled on cleaning agents, kiwi, honey, soap and some really high quality pepper with hints of espresso coffee. She gave him a smile and sat down with a sigh. "We are going to use that escape hatch. We can move through it and go to the office of that plant specimen, J29K." Daysam looked at Harold. His blue eyes seemed most prominent, sharp, alert and intelligent. His face handsome and his hair rich and thick. She had noticed, even with COPD, he had the strength to carry her, a 5;10 feet tall woman, with a curvaceous and chubby figure, with ease. She had mostly a sedentary life so she was not completely as toned as she had wanted to be. She wished she had been though. Harold was tall and all muscle. It would be stupid to say she did not find him attractive and quite well maintained. As if he had been encased in the tank, to preserve his masculine beauty. @Kars

"Plant specimen.. As long as it doesn't try to eat us, it's fine with me." Harold couldn't exactly deny it either. Though she didn't look like his late wife she had the kindness, the shyness, everything about her reminded him of the woman he had up until the insanity started and both her and Bea were gone. He sighed, brushing his oily hair back before leaning slightly. He's exhausted, he hasn't been out of the tank in years and everything happened so quickly. "You don't need to apologize. You had no idea, majority of the scientists didn't either, though I can tell he liked you. Fuckin' hell, I heard it." He said, snorting to himself before he wiped the side of his face. He hadn't run like that since the mission, his legs weren't numb but oddly enough he felt oddly free. He felt like he could do absolutely anything. "I'm tired, hungry, god knows how long I've been in that damn tank.." He said, though he appreciated the hug. Perhaps it was just the years of loneliness talking to a tar substance, but when he got the hug he felt.. Happy. He sighed in relief. "So through specimen plant.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator (edited)

"I think we should rest first. I am not the most fit person, being more or less sedentary at my job. And you have COPD and also, well, you know. The whole air of the land to get used to. I suggest a small nap. We will be more or less fine here. My theory is that this spider would let us go as long as we do not release too many nervous pheromones. It is important that we also get rest." Daysam knew Harold needed to eat as well. He was not wrong about being hungry. He had been IV fed and so that constant line was now cut, so he needed some edible liquids and less complex solids. She knew this area well enough. Having come here several times in the last, well, close to the month she had been here. Daysam had been crying when a kind security guard had told her of this place. Of this place, where supplies were kept, and a select few had switched off the smoke detector so could takes of weed and basic nicotine. Some people also napped in these rooms as well. Many people had such long stretches of their lives in the facility and in their labs. Some aspect of homey comforts and domesticity were missed and were greatly appreciated when replicated. Daysam walked around, slowly, not making as much noise as possible. She looked at the mini fridges that were in here. She got the Jell-O, made peanut butter and jelly sandwich and also got some small sausages. Also vanilla yogurt, packed it up with cherry coke and some water. "Drink the water first, you need loads of it so you do not dehydrated. Then eat all of this. We can take a nap. I will sent my phone on a low alarm. Then we will use the ventilation and maintenance tunnel to go to you know, that office." With careful hands, she opened the water bottle for him and even got out the cherry coke. She wanted him to be well rested and fed. "The plant offices may be...well, abandoned and not the best place to rest. As we have no idea what it is looking like right now, we should eliminate the possibility we can take a rest ther

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e. We should cover our bases and utilise this space as much as we can." She became extremely analytical, which was what she was supposed to be. A scientist, wanted to finish her PhD, get on with her life as a researcher. On Harold's comment on Ronnie, Daysam blushed deeply, "I...I...did not know. I mean he has always been a bit curt with me. Calling me 'Sweetie' did not make me happy. However, I did notice him, checking me out. I figured, he was bad at conveying emotions, so I took a chance. Not like...I am the best at them." As she sat down next to him, offering him food in a plastic plate he could eat it out of. She smiled softly with a sadness. Thinking back to something. "Harold, I am sorry I made that comment on rape. I know it hurts any man's masculine pride. Unless, he be in that category of sexual offender and even they, well, they would like to imagine themselves doing things that are part of the 'status quo.' I am not at all happy I still accused you. I just...got triggered. When I was growing up I had some...really bad experiences." She knew that in itself would be telling. How else could she tell Harold? Of being molested several times and then slowly...she was abducted and almost raped? If that car accident had not happened. Watching her rapist-wannabe and sexual abuser crying and yelling for her help. Even cursing at her with so many names, then pleading again, crying tears, as he started to burn. The snow, cold and certain, starting to smell like rotted flesh and burnt blood. A EMT tech started puking with the stench of the oil and chemical burns. Her father and mother trying to get her out of the shock. All those counselling sessions, where she either had emotional and mental breakdowns, or just shut down. It was never going to be easy telling those things. They had happened, that was clearly their own certainty. How she handled it was, well, tying down herself to a sequestered sense of celibacy. @Kars

To say that Harold wolfed down that sandwich and that coke like it was his last meal. He nearly choked from the consistency of the creamy peanut butter before shoving the rest down her throat and then swallowing hard. He took a minute after he drank the last bit of drink and then sighed in relief. He had been starving, and although that may not have been enough... It would be enough for now. He leaned his head back a bit, though he listened loud and clear to his new companion's confession and the apology she had. He raised his head when she finished. "I don't need an apology, sweetheart. And I only use that because it's a habit I picked up from my wife.. But you don't need to apologize to me. Being entirely honest, Bea was never my biological daughter, and the things my wife had to go through before she met me were hell in a hand basket.." He paused to scratch at his red beard, itching at a particular spot that drove him crazy. Lord knows the scratch marks underneath all the hair he had. "You never need to apologize. I understand, and I understand partially of what the hell went on though from what you're tellin' me.. Ronnie liked you a little more than a fling. Though, don't call me jealous, but Ronnie ain't a good guy to fling yourself after. He is.. A storm. An odd storm, a storm you can't control but you can at the same time with sway of hips." He made a face, gross, he didn't want to think of the bastard that way. "Regardless you're the one that went into bed with him, you saw him naked, yada yada, not my forte to be tellin' you." He said, shrugging his shoulders toward her. He was right though, all that time in the tank made him a little out there. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam saw how hungry he was and then she went to the mini-fridge again and made more sandwiches and pretty much brought the entire fridge to him. "You should eat all of this." There were bananas, mangoes, nuts, she made him baloney sandwiches as well as the peanut butter and jelly ones. She saw there were more Jell-O and so she had also gotten him those things to eat as well. "God, your social skills need some working." Daysam started laughing but then gave him a hug, ":Come on, eat. I am only teasing." Then she heard what he said, "Yes.

She looked at him, "Are you jealous then?" She laughed a bit, then smiled, "Do not worry I am just teasing you." It was the truth. She was playing around with him and what she said was true. She was getting him accustomed to the humours and the wit, even the sarcasms and the slight playfulness of human conversations. She had suspected things with the Tar like being she had seen would be quite factual. That there would be aspects to it that he would have to delineate and explain things to him, which were not always fun or even basic modes of conversation. So, she was getting him re-oriented again. She was unsure which war he had come from but his way of speaking seemed almost either World War I or II. She wondered if it was that and so he had been off for so long he had not known on what to do and what to ascribe to the whole new ways people communicated. Daysam though Harold was quite attractive. So, she did something, she knew was off of her, but softly kissed his cheek. "It would be okay, Harold. You need to possibly get some sleep as well. Why do you not do that? Look, there is no hurry right now for us. Despite the situation, we need you and Tar in the best possible shape. That spider is outside and I am afraid she is not going to leave this area anytime soon." Daysam explained their odds, "She is looking for her children and I am sure we need to help her find them so we can negotiate with a being like her. Spiders can actually be quite understanding creatures if given the right prerogatives and priorities. I think you do need to rest and there is nothing wrong for us to get some rest, before we head out there." Daysam put an alarm on her phone. "All you need is three hours you know. With those three hours, you would be able to get the things you need. And, you will be able to move faster and longer. I am sure your Tar friend helped you jump all over that sinkhole, which is good. Though, even they need to be acclimatised to an environment outside of

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a tank. So, we should keep that in mind." She went out and got a nice soft blanket, which she new the security guard may have used many a times. She saw there was some spilled coffee on it, dried. She smelled it and Thank God it was coffee and not some weird, dried bloods stains. Daysam sighed in relief and then she went and got it on Harold. She showed him she was putting on the alarm and then she smiled. "Well, we have the timer set. So, now, let us recharge." @Kars

When she kissed his cheek it certainly caught his attention. Red ears, warm pink face, okay maybe it was her being affectionate and so on. When she pulled the blanket and sighed in relief that it was coffee and not blood stains, it made him admire her just a little more. Tar tapped his shoulder, whispering something to him to which he just waved it off. He adjusted a bit, being he was a much taller man and had a hard time getting comfortable in some spaces, god knows how cramped that actual tank was. He shifted, though he laid on the floor and half of the blanket was too short for him and his legs dressed in the military gear he found stuck out. It made him chuckle on the inside, seeing stupid stuff that perhaps he had memories of. He shifted again and though tar was on the other side away from Daysam perhaps it was still a bit uncomfortable being that it had to deal with Harold being a regular human. Harold sighed, trying to ease his tension along his body and just breathe. Perhaps he could get some sleep like he hadn't in a long time. Between eating most of the food that Daysam had given him, the comfort of not being alone, plus hell he got to feel a blanket again, he could feel the drowsiness take over. It wasn't long before he went to sleep, soft breaths coming from him. Despite the saddening face before he looked so peaceful. For once, at least. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Seeing the blanket small, she looked for another. One of them, she threw away, almost with a shriek. She had to, it was completely covered with blood and it stained her hands so badly. She went to the tiny sink in the corner and immediately scrubbed it out and antiseptic her hands. Daysam also sprayed the thing, no doubt any signs of blood would not be great for them as it would arouse the suspicions of the spider outside. The other one was torn but it was okay, so she put it on him. She wanted Harold to rest. She also hugged herself and tried to take a nap. She knew she would need her strength for later and she knew she needed to stay strong. So, in these times, she knew it was strange, but she got up and decided to make some coffee. She made the water in the kettle in the small hot plate that was there and the vents easily got rid of any of the water vapours. She then was making the coffee with the busted up French press that was still standing and she drank it in a mug that seemed clean enough. One of the mug had a piece of tongue in it. Someone had died in the room hours ago. Or, at least died outside but got wounded enough. Around the area, she had noticed deep blood stains. Around a shelf, she saw a more prominent pool. Yes, someone had either died here or started to die here. Bled out and then went outside. It was something she did not enjoy thinking about, the specifics of someone dying. It made her wish to puke but she refrained from doing it. The last thing she wanted was to explain to Harold, what the fuck she was throwing up for and how someone's tongue was in a mug she wanted to have coffee in. There was something that was bothering Daysam though. If the person did not die in this room, would there not be some blood trail? She was wondering about this. What was happening? Something did not feel or seem right. However, she wanted to drink coffee and have a rest. She did not want to make her mind go to some dark places now. Daysam needed to t

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hink where Ronnie could be and what had happened in the facility in the first place. To do things, would mean, she would need to assess some footage. Maybe, I can bypass to some security footage? In that office? Or maybe I should go back to the quarters later on. If I do I am sure Ronnie has access to everything. Drinking her coffee, she was not noticing anything else. There were some blood drips on the vents. And there seemed to be a hiss somewhere. So, small, it could have been the air passing through. Something may haave been using the vents to move around. Though, Daysam would not have known this. All she was doing now, was napping and not trying to tire herself out, by thinkinng of anything else. @Kars

Harold when sleeping shifted every now and then. He seemed tense, brows creasing and mumbling something that could only be heard if she got close. A woman's name, and then the familiar "Bea" he had been speaking about. Hands becoming fists he looked very uncomfortable. He turned over on his side, breaths becoming heavy and angered. If she had looked a bit closer aswell, tears started to swell in his eyes. On the inside Harold was watching his wife fade away, hearing his precious Bea scream for help from her father only for Harold to not make it in time. He snapped awake, wheezing for breath before drumming his fist on the middle of his chest a couple of times. Great, now he had a headache and he felt like absolute hell. He sat up, rubbing his temples with his fingers. Looking around him, he felt a bit disappointed though he was relieved. It was better than being in the tank, though it wasn't freedom just yet. Tar wasn't responding, perhaps literally out cold in his body and resting themselves. He yawned, sunken eyes looking around the room. He spotted Daysam, tasting no flavor in his mouth. "You alright? Anything happen while I was out?" He spotted the coffee, perhaps he was attracted to it because lord knows how long it's been since he's had some good coffee. "You got anymore?" @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam had been drinking coffee, attempting to stay awake. Only to fall into a nap herself. She was happily napping, feeling the breathing of Harold as a form of certainty. So, she was not aware of someone or something, watching BOTH her and him, inside the large enough utility closet, people also used as a form of resting space, including the night staff. The thing, looked very human and had a very physique. Though something about its, or was it a his elongated fingers and nails, did not seem very human. Also his body seemed stretched out like some elastic human rubber band. He was looking at the two humans, eyeing them, drooling inside the vent. He had had some meals earlier, but he had deprived for so long. All that juicy meat right there for his taking. The chaos had made him feel very alive and he was not going to shirk it. No, he would not escape yet. Nott with all this free food there for the grabbing. This was a better hunting ground than the Powhattan Mill so many years ago, well, more into the last century. He saw these humans, frail and sleeping. No, he needed to give them a chance to resist. Nor else, there would be no fun or enjoyment in the hunt. He needed them to scream and try to escape; as any predator he enjoyed the thrill of the game. Welll, it was goo they were getting rested and drinking their beans, well, he smelled the coffee. Needed them to be energized as well. Caffeinated organ meat did not taste bad at all. Wait...why was that one smelling of Ronnie? Eww...not another whore who had slept with that awful cunt of a director? He did not this man at all. Not only had he kept him prisoner for the last seventy years, well not Ronnie per say, but definitely his father and their family tree or the friends. They had found him, in a cocoon made of spit, bile and some secretions he was not aware of. They found out that some of his lineage had been not human. They had been akin to demonic and a onset of his puberty and

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adulthood, brought out some DNA defects, which had made it what he was now. Still, for the last sixty to seventy years, he had not been allowed to hibernate. It seemed he was born also from a species that went into periods of inactivity. Death was slowed down with the metabolism. So, they could sustain themselves in longer periods. As he was not essentially of the human genome, well, not completely, he too aged gracefully. Yet, he had a perennial need to hibernate, which was in way neutered out of him. They allowed him some nesting privileges butt they all came with a price as well. One of the ways they controlled his cravings was akin to a form of chemical dulling. They made him take pills, even by force and fed him raw meat from fresh corpses or from some other predators and omnivores. It sustained him; it did not taste bad. He was happy to be eating raw and even things that were fresh kills as regular humans could no longer taste raw meat. Not with their so-called civilised or evolved stomachs. He craved to hunt and Ronnie was seemingly perverse enough to allow it. He had let some researchers get killed by his hand. Them screaming for mercy did not help. Ronnie starved him from before. And, as a predator, the idea of mercy may not come to him that easily. The yellow eyes were waiting. Sure, he could taste the freshness of their organ meat now. Only...why did that one smell like...Ronnie? Then he realised who it was he was observing. It was Miss Daysam Adhikari, soon to be Dr. Daysam Adhikari. He knew this as she was one of the few people who seemed to be hyper meticulous and did her job well enough. No, scratch that — she did it very well. Had less complaints and she had always been a bitt vocal when the good doctor Adams seemed to be less, compassionate. Well, he had figured they had some kind of challenging chemistry and attraction. Well, he did not live for centuries, even pretending humanity, without picking up some on some of it.

Though, he was not very pleased by this and he knew why. Even if the why was something he was grappling with even right now. His kind, well part of his species, that were weird blood and carnivorous creatures that did have some exo and endo cannibalism, well, they did not look for mates easily. They usually mated for life and they chose a mate later in life for both reproduction and companionship. Ronnie had told him that the DNA sequencing that was found in him seemed to some kind of cryptozoological creature that lived in Scotland or Ireland in The Middle Ages. It is said to be a more bestial form of Red Cap, Powrie or Dunter, who had possible raped his mother for pleasure and fun. Then released her, not even knowing the woman would bear fruit from the seed. No wonder, when he was younger, his mother had a hard time looking at him. She even wanted to feed him fruit and vegetables, but one day he tore into the udder of a cow and she found him gorging on its raw flesh. When he was around fifteen, she told him to leave. She had attempted to curb much of his bloodlust and she had succeeded. He was behaving and doing well; though the onset of puberty brought with it the rise of many hormones and he did not know how to combat them. So, his mother had told him to leave and not come back. That was a mournful day in his life, even now. Though, it rationalised to kill and cannibalised on humans easier. His own mother did not want him and humans were prey. If they did not want him, it was alright for him, he would not feel any guilt in murdering them. Yes, he had looked at humans as a form of prey. He had seen them and wondered. What do their bellies taste like, since had been around ten years old. He had always wanted to know. Though eating raw sheep intestines and other carrion, helped to tone down some of these feelings. He was happy when he was vociferous into eating other raw meat. Soon, when his mother left him to the elements. Well, he got an interest. An

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interest and a craving for more. When a priest took him in for the night, he truly did wish to thank the father for his kindness. However, this impenetrable and deep hunger soon overcame him. He saw a film of black and white and reds around him, feeling the pheromone and heat from the well oiled and succulent looking priest, with the smoke of incense, highlighting the tenderness of his bones. He tried to stop and just say thank you. He gave the older man an embrace as well. Even if the priest was now flushed with colour, the health so good and robust. Showing a ruggedness that was mostly rural and not the towns. There was a sudden feeling of his nails growing longer. The priest felt a prick and joked on what nails he must have and he should probably help the adolescent cut them. Still, the priest's eyes went wide with horror and shock, as he could feel the young boy's nails just go deep into his back. The priest struggled and screamed: "What are you?! A DEMON! A DEMON!" He was screaming and soon he let out a very inhuman shrill sort of noise the Priest started yelling towards and trying to push him away. He brought out a bit of the back meat of the priest and began to eat it and he could not stop as the man fought for life. He then slashed his belly and as the intestines came out, he started eating on them, while the priest was still alive. The man was screaming and trying to push him away, bleeding to death and being cannibalised whilst still alive. That is when a bit of his liver jutted out and he took a bite of it. While the man was still alive. And the man howled andscreamed and he ripped out a piece of the Priest's liver and started eating it. It was like finding home for him; Ronnie later explained Powrie's or Dunter's or The Red Cap, usually were shown in folklore to have scythes that are crested with blood. They drank blood and the liver and heart are blood rich depositories in the body. Not to mention, they had Vitamin D.

An processed iron, not the iron in its unfiltered form, not the one that would ward off demons. The liver, the human liver, could break some of that down as a furnace. Hence, it was something that a demonic being, who lacked this ability, either through lack of evolution and a lack of it, in its genome, has found a good source of minerals, vitamin D and iron, without being dependent on the sun. As Powrie skin could be sensitive. They also had claws they could enlarge and they could squeeze into spaces. They had the ways to break and rearrange bones due to eating so much filtrates of iron that could 'combust' in their bodies. As Earnest Brendon ate the liver of the place, swathed into it into the church, as though a satanic being was consecrated him into darkness. He decided to listen to its call. And the rest had been history. He sometimes slept for 20-30 years, got up and became active again. Only in the last century, he had been captured. Now, he was coming of age and he was thinking - was Daysam Adhikari a bad possibility for a mate? Maybe, like his forebears who had kidnapped his mother to rape her and play around with her, maybe he could do a light version of that? The other guy, well, he was out of the tank. He could be food. Harold's noises did wake her up a bitt and Daysam saw the man having a bad dream. No sign of Tar though, and she saw him crying in his sleep. As he woke up banging his chest, she went and touched his face, "Easy. Easy." Daysam was worried about Harold. She had a feeling he had been dreaming about his family. Then when he asked about the coffee. "Is it okay, if we share mugs?" Daysam blushed and almost tried not to heave in front of him, "The other one had a human tongue in int." @Kars

“..Not the worst thing I’ve seen or heard but I uh.. Don’t mind. Heh.” Harold was smiling at her, though it seemed something such his attention. He looked around frantically, though when he saw nothing it seemed like he was relaxed but not quite. He would speak to the damn tar thin when it woke up and if it said it was danger than they would figure it out and do something from there. His nostrils flared though it was clear on his face that he was still uncomfortable. He sighed, though when she put a hand on his face his cheeks are pink and warm all over again. “Don’t worry about me, hun. I’m just.. Old and untreated.” He said, giving her an awkward grin before clearing his throat and then resuming his seating and trying to relax. Though that mention of coffee was what he was craving. She was nice, too nice. The things Ronnie would do to her once he had her in his grasp. How could he do such a thing? He looked over at her again. As much as he told her that Ronnie liked her, even if he was right, Ronnie would’ve dragged her along to hell with him. Perhaps he could find someone else for her. Him? No. He was an experiment, a patient, he didn’t need her to deal with some pain in the ass old and non human geezer. “So uh.. How’d you nap?” @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Daysam actually cringed when she heard this was not the worst thing that he had heard and seen. There is a lot of history there that we should have been documenting. She pondered on this as she was making him a brew of coffee. She was wondering if she should say anything to Harold at the moment. She saw that there were some blood trails, not so deep, but some of them, on the wall, closest to the vent. That is never a good sign. She sipped her own mug of coffee carefully. There was something quite amiss. about this place. God, I hope I did not lure Harold or anyone into a trap or someone's killing grounds. She thought this with a sigh and gave him the coffee. She looked at his forehead and then gave him a hug. "We will be alright. Though I need to check the vents." Daysam whispered in his ear. "There are some blood trails in the vent. I am not liking this. I need to check this out. Drink your coffee. Besides, I need you to check out my back." Daysam them straightened herself up. "The nap was good. I think, I think I was able to gain some of my bearings. I can hear The Spider scuffling around but I do not think she is getting in here. Anytime quickly." Which means anything else is not easily getting out as well. That is one huge spider and no one in their right mind, not even a predatory beast, would take it head on. Then Daysam saw the grin and, was Harold checking her out? She blushed crimson. "I...uh...what are you staring at, Harold?" She shyly asked. None of them watched those jaundiced eyes observing them. Well, he was definitely watching the two. Yes, one of them was Daysam Adhikari, the genuinely good and beautiful scientist. Well, he had always found her more than exception; in both beauty and brains. In liver, well, she seemed a bit fatty but she would taste good he figured. However, he did not want to think about her in that way. Why not? He was perplexing himself with how focused he was on her. Without the need and urge to rip th