Unknown location, underground: 10:32 am.
"They will kill me if they find out." The man in the suit said, sighing in comfort.
"They won't; you finish fast anyway."
And he winced at that, feeling the invisible arrow piercing his heart, but, she was the one kneeling and serving anyway...so he let her off, his current dopamine tanking the damage with a grinning face.
The man closed his eyes, nearing his edge as he felt his whole 4 inches wrapped in that slimy and wet tunnel, her tongue teasing his base and balls, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine.
His nails scratched the armchair, ready to spurt just for a beep to sound by his side.
He tried to ignore it, but the next beep sounded three times in succession, then a long tone before stopping, which made him turn hastily to it.
The screen beside him lit up, and then red text started typing on it.
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> SUBJECT: "Biohazard Entity" – Code: Chimera-3" – Status: •Terminated•
> OPERATIVE Wong: Status – Compromised. Potential termination/defection suspected.
> ENERGY READING: Uchiha signature detected — confidence: 99% — purity: exceeds measurable thresholds.
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The female, who was thinking about the second go where he usually lasts longer, gagged sensing something amiss, which made her already downcast mood even worse. She was...frustrated, and he was the only man around here with some authority who she could use to satisfy her needs and wouldn't be punished by.
Yet she always has to help him shoot the first one, which takes her around a minute, so he can play with her kitty for 5 or so in his second round.
She blinked, feeling the already small thing turn flaccid and then shrink to the size of a peanut.
She looked up to him, ready to question, and never in her life here did she expect to see this arrogant son of a bitch who used to order them around looking like that; his eyes were wide, unblinking in what she figured was...pure fear.
The fat man looked terrified; his hands shook non-stop, and she gasped, feeling the wet, warm thing that started splashing her face.
And...it wasn't semen.
She screamed, catching how it was his piss, and was about to push him back to get out from beneath his desk just for a foul stench to assault her nose, worsening the situation.
"What the fuck are you doing, Hale, you motherfucking son of a bitch...you shat yourself too? Just what the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?" The disgust she felt made her forget he was the superior figure here; she crawled out, stood, and pushed his shoulders, yet he just blinked and choked as tears ran down his cheeks nonstop.
The man turned to her, pointing at the screen, and asked hoarsely, his lips trembling. "U-Ut-Uchiha?"
His heart felt like stopping due to how fast it was beating as he recalled the report he had seen some years ago and the scene he witnessed in his young age.
Hale tried to stand, yet his legs refused to budge, having no strength left in them, all the protocols drilled into him vanished from his mind.
"What the fuck do you mean?" She covered her nose, pushing down the disgusting feeling.
"U-Uchiha...the target was Uchiha? A real Uchiha? Is it him? Why? How? Why are we here?" The woman looked back at the screen, not understanding a batshit thing in it; she was just the attendant. A moment later the screen went black, and then the whole facility was awakened due to the blaring sound.
The lights switched off and then turned back on, red this time, and then a loud snap sounded from the exit door; the system had just sealed the room.
"It wasn't a joke? Why is there a real Uchiha alive? In America?" That was the last thing Keith heard from Hale.
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At the same time.
"Welcome to Terminus."
That was the first thing the woman had said when they arrived.
She had a smiling face, looking calm, and she was busy with cooking. The gates had been open, the smell of the cooked food filling the air, making their empty stomachs churn.
Rick had almost let himself believe.
After the CDC, the farm, the separation, the horde, and the wandering after losing so many things—and coming close to another tragedy, this place had looked like a miracle.
He still can't get what happened out of his head.
Just a day before reaching this place, when he, Carl, and Shane had gone to search for a shop, they came close to death.
While the three were searching the place, no one noticed three men hiding in the storage room.
And unfortunately, it was Carl who walked to the door of that storage room, opened it, and was greeted by a machete. The man didn't strike him but took him hostage instead, threatening Rick and Shane and forcing them to kick their weapons aside and kneel.
They would all have been in serious trouble If not for the intervention of the woman with the sword, who saved Carl by cutting off the head of the man who was taking him away and laughing about how he will rape his mother next.
Rick had bitten a part of the neck from one of the assailants, the one who was talking about how much the world had changed.
While Shane killed the last one.
In the end, he, his son, and Shane returned to their group, safe...but the incident had left a deep mark on his soul.
And the woman with the sword who called herself Michonne decided to tag along for now.
They didn't speak about what happened to others; only Hershel and T-dog got to know what they did.
But fortunately, in the end, they reached the sanctuary after all that suffering.
Lori had smiled when she saw the woman serving her food, a rare one since the horde attacked the farm; it was a fragile smile but it warmed Rick's heart.
Beth had laughed for the first time since then, even Carl had looked less hollow.
They were given food...meat nonetheless and drinks, and they were welcomed, but it all felt wrong to Rick, and for the first time in days, Shane agreed with him on something.
Michonne, too, didn't like the feeling one bit and was ready to leave the next morning.
Alas, that revelation came too late; they dropped to the ground one after another like hopeless flies.
The last thing Rick remembered before losing consciousness was seeing that same kind woman and others from Terminus walking closer and searching their anesthetized bodies.
He tried to scream, but sleep was inevitable.
After that, Mary, that •kind• woman, ordered the gates to be closed again, and the welcoming smiles were gone.
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Rick and others awakened not long after; they sighed in relief at realizing they were at least alive.
Just to see that they'd been disarmed, and every useful thing on them other than clothes was taken away, they were bound inside a dark place, wrists tied.
"Lori!! Carl!! "Lori!" Rick's and Shane's shouts sounded at the same time, followed shortly after by Hershel, who started calling for his daughters with Otis.
"Rick!" "Dad!"
Lori, Carl, Maggie, Beth, and Patricia's voices sounded from the next cart.
"Get us out from here."
Rick slammed his shoulder on the side of the cart, trying anything; his blood ran cold as he started piecing things together. First...this is no damn sanctuary. Second...this isn't a fucking sanctuary!!
"There's no way out of this," he turned, hearing an unfamiliar voice.
Shane, Mike, Hershel, and T-Dog too squinted their eyes to peer into the dark corner.
The man who talked stood and walked out from the darkness; he was a tall, Caucasian man with a beard.
"Who the fuck are you?" Mike sneered, seeing him.
"Watch your words, big boy; we were tricked just like you. The name is Abraham."
"We?" asked Rick.
"My friend there is Eugene." He pointed, and they saw another man with long black hair sitting in the corner who turned to look at them before looking away, his mind still thinking of a logical way to get out of here.
Rather than slamming a metal door that no human can possibly even dent by mere muscles.
Hershel, who was trying to help Otis unbound, turned to Abraham. "Who are those people? Why did they lock us in here?"
"I don't know; we were locked up a day before you. There were three men in this cart too, and they were taken away this morning; none returned."
"So...we are pretty much in an unenviable situation, fucking great...things just keep getting better." T-dog squatted, leaning against the metal wall; he thought about Gloria, who must be scared in the other track.
"Maybe they are just being cautious and will let us go?"
"Congratulations—you've just proven, experimentally, that stupidity and hopelessness are positively correlated." Mike turned to the man who was silent till now and frowned at the mockery.
He stepped forward just for the huge Caucasian man to block his way.
"Back off, I won't repeat myself again."
Mike looked up at him, bit his inner cheek, and listened to Rick, who told him to step away.
"We need to think of a way to get us out of—"
And Rick stopped hearing the scream of his wife, who was shouting something for Carl and others.
He trembled and walked to the small gap in the closed door and started shouting.
"Don't touch her! What are you doing to them!!! I swear I'll kill all of you if you put hands on them." Their panicked shouts halted as the ceiling to whatever this place was opened, and from above a man pointed his rifle at them.
"Shut up, or I'll make you, now, step outside, all of you." The door opened, and Rick saw his wife, Maggie, Michonne, Beth, and two other unfamiliar women led out too; a man bagged their heads.
"Hey! Don't–" and the butt of the rifle struck Shane's jaw, who was about to rush, dropping him down.
"I won't give another warning, assholes. You are all going to the same place anyway, so get moving."