The smell of gasoline would tickle at the wolf’s nose as he tossed the empty jerry can aside, letting out a pleased sigh as he surveyed his work and ran a massive black paw through his neon green mane. He crouched at the edge of the pit he’d chosen for his latest trap. Before the outbreak this had been a construction site, the pit a half finished foundation for...something. He had never bothered to read the signs before the outbreak and they had long been covered in graffiti and blood. All he knew is that most of the building materials here had been scavenged by one of the local refugee groups who had set up shop in the city park. Most...but not all. His gang had been able to chase the scavvers off pretty easily at the time, claiming the construction site as their territory and allowing him to get creative. He’d modified one of the abandoned steam rollers into a rolling death wagon with a biodiesel engine and enough armor to withstand a shell or two from a tank. Painted on the side in Viral guts read the name ‘Guts N’ GLory’, a moniker he had chosen after running down enough shamblers to give the road around his little kingdom the nickname ‘The Red Carpet’ by the park colony. He’d never claim the machine as invulnerable but when the only opposition was half rotted shamblers and a colony of pissants with pistols, it was honestly overkill. At least it used to be. Duke wasn’t a fool and he could smell trouble on the wind. The city had been seeing a lot of shambler activity and something about it made his skin crawl. Even now his ‘fortress’ of electrified chain link and cannibalized iron girders was surrounded on all sides by at least thirty of the rotten bastards but they weren’t swarming like they usually did. Sure one or two would test the fence and get fried for their trouble but most of them shuffled aimlessly, staring at him and his cronies. Just...staring…. No, it was time to tie up some loose ends and get the hell out of dodge before whatever was coming decided to pay them a visit. Since he didn’t need the gas anymore, he had set up this little goodbye present for the Viral bastards. The last vestiges of his gang had already holed up in Guts N’ Glory and were ready to roll out once the trap was sprung. Well...most of his gang. “Duke, you bastard! Let me out of this thing, you limp dicked prick!” Nevada slammed her bloodied knuckles against the makeshift cage she had unwittingly helped build for herself. The cage was little more than a chain link tipi, barely big enough for one person to crouch in, reinforced by rows of rebar. The top of the caged was shaped in such a way that an unlucky soul could be dropped in but would have to struggle through razor wire and sharpened shards of scrap metal to get back out. Just being dropped in had already shredded what was left of her ragged clothes, their scraps hanging off of her nude body as she struggled to get out. The shark’s sangria toned skin was covered in cuts and bruises, her lower lip bloodied from her fight with Duke earlier. She had lost outright, dragged by her platinum hair by the huge wolf and tossed unceremoniously into this cage after he had finished beating on her. Up until now they had been an item, but Nevada had become increasingly defiant in the face of her boyfriend’s edicts lately, outright changing his orders as she saw fit and stealing medical supplies for her addiction to painkillers behind his back. Dropping her in the cage was Duke’s way of letting her know it was time to see other people. “Sorry Nevada, it was never going to work out between us...what with you being a backstabbing bitch and all. I am gonna miss the hell out of plowing that tight little pussy of yours though. I’ll just have to pick up one of those girls at the Park on the way out of town.” Turning to the makeshift tank he’d call out. “Hey boys...what do you say to picking up some snatch at the Park? We can grab a couple of those tight little high school girls they’ve been trying to hide from us.” His words were met with cheers from inside of the tank, a few hefty thuds coming from inside as well as they stomped and beat the roof in celebration. “Heh..well they’re in. Guess I’m not gonna miss fucking you too much then. It’d be a nice change of pace not tasting tuna for once.” He’d place his fingers in a V-shape over his muzzle before wriggling his long tongue between them towards her, mocking the shark. “You piece of shit, when I get out of here I’m gonna slit your fucking throat, I swear to god!” She’d grip at the chainlink, rattling it and pulling at it in attempt to break it. Unfortunately, as flimsy as the cage seemed, she herself had made sure it only looked that way. The way it bent meant she couldn’t get proper leverage and the rebar was rooted in concrete. No one who was put in the cage was ever meant to get out, they had made sure of that. “You and I both know you aren’t going anywhere, babe, but if it makes you feel better you can keep thinking that.” Standing fully, he’d light up a cigar he had been saving for a special occasion with his lighter before heading over to some scaffolding to get ready for the show. “Alright boys, start her up and bring down that gate. I’ll be along in a minute. I wanna see this myself. The shamblers can’t get through the armor so just keep the hatch closed until I say so.” The machine would roar to life, a pillar of black smoke drifting into the air as the tank rolled forward. A chain hooked to its tow hitch would make a faint jingle as it was pulled taut, the other side hooked to the construction site’s main gate. With a rev of the engine, the gate bent and twisted before tearing free of its moorings, collapsing to the ground with a cacophony of rattling metal. The noise attracted the attention of the shamblers who began stumbling through the fallen gate towards the pit. Duke had planned on them going for the easiest target first. He had watched the shamblers movements, and though they had about as much regard for safety as a suicidal toddler, they did at least tend toward the path of least resistance when it came to satisfying their urges. The truck may contain a smorgasbord but they couldn’t see the men inside and only took notice of the noise from the truck itself. Him and Nevada, they could see just fine, but they’d be hard pressed to reach him up on the girders over the pit. That only left the shark, rattling her cage like a wild animal and drawing them all in like moths to flame. Everything was going according to plan. “Look at our break-up this way Nevada. Now that you’re single, I’m sure there will be plenty of young studs lining up to give that fine ass a good fucking. In fact, these fellas here seem to be just DYING to meet you!” He’d let out a booming laugh before taking a draw from his cigar, taking a seat on the girder as he looked down at the growing crowd below. Nevada’s curses would turn to screams as shamblers began to tumble into the pit one after another, the Viral horde slowly encircling the cage. “No! NO! You can’t do this to me! Please! Let me out of here! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t let them get-AUUUGH!” She’d be cut off as a rotted hand gripped at her hair through the chain link, catching only a few strands through the fencing and tearing out a sizable chunk. She’d slide to the other side of the cage to escape the grasping claw but would only put herself in reach of another. The claw would tear at her shoulder, its moldy talons splitting her flesh open as it pulled her to the wall of the cage. She’d shriek as she looked up at the shambler who had a hold of her, terrified as she saw the enormous teeth of the decaying crocodile who was biting at the fence in attempt to get at her. Something wet and slimy would slap across her cheek as she tried to pull away, realizing too late what it was as another claw gripped her by the hair and forced it into her mouth. The crocodile’s gore-rod would slide down her throat, the half rotted member choking her and forcing her jaws open painfully wide as the reptile facefucked the trapped shark. Another set of mangled claws managed to find a grip on her left foot, pulling it against the cage fruitlessly. This one was a tiger, and a big one at that. What was left of its face hanging from its skull in ribbons, its lidless eyes stared at her through the fencing as it twisted her ankle left and right to try to fit her foot through the holes. Finally it would tighten its grip on her foot, crushing it and mangling it as it gave one final yank, pulling it through the hole in the fence. Nevada could not even scream as her foot was pulverized, the pain making her bite down on the crocodile’s dick, her jagged teeth castrating the greedy reptile. Tears would stream from her eyes as she struggled to cough up the severed cock as the shredded stump spewed blood and infected cum into her eyes. She’d claw frantically at her throat as the severed cock lodged in her throat, her mind racing as pain and panic flooded her senses. The faceless tiger kept pulling at her leg, dragging her across the floor of the cage as the fencing began to peel her calf from the bone. She’d try to scream as her leg was torn apart by the tiger's incessant pulling, the rotted cock finally slipping free and flopping to the ground as she gasped for air before letting out a blood curdling wail. She’d begin to twitch and shake violently as her brain was overloaded from shock, the shark clawing at the concrete as her leg was fed through the chain link, letting out another shriek as her achilles tendon snapped and ran up the back of her leg, splitting the rest of her calf wide open. Her leg would finally give way to the tiger’s pulling, separating at the knee with a sickening squelch as tendons and ligaments tore free of her femur, splatter her blood across the tiger’s chest as it bit down on its hard fought prize. Just as Nevada thought she had freed herself, another set of claws was upon her, the rotted hand of a mutant opossum digging into the flesh of her stomach and pulling her upright with her back to the cage. It’s arms had no right being that long, the infection twisting its limbs and stretching its body to a ridiculous extent. Its thin arms maneuvered easily through the fencing as if it weren’t even there, wrapping it’s spider-like fingers around her waist and digging into her stomach She’d barely have time to react before the twisted opossum’s hip bucked forward against the fencing, driving its cock deep into her ass and tearing her asshole with the force of the thrust as it hilted itself within her. She’d struggle against its grip but in grabbing her, it had lifted her from the ground, letting her leg stump pour her blood to the concrete below for the shamblers to lap off the ground. Each thrust would slide her back across the jagged metal that trapped her inside, the twisted shards digging into her shoulders and face with every pump of the mutant’s hips What had once been a young corgi girl would slip between the larger mutant’s legs as it violently raped Nevada, sniffing at her pussy with its crumpled nose from where it had been trampled to death in the initial panic that swept the city. Pressing its ruined face against the fencing it’d lap at the shark’s exposed cunt, tongue desperately trying to taste her as she was bashed against the sides of the cage. Pushing its ruined snout through the bars, it’d strip away much of its own face before it managed to finally wrap its mangled maw around her pussy and bite into it, tearing at her cunt with its jagged crushed teeth and pulling free much of her labia and gulping it down hungrily. No scream would come from Nevada this time, her mind giving up trying to process the pain and violation she was experiencing as she hung from the opossum's grip, completely broken as it flooded her insides with an unnatural screech of pleasure, its wretched seed spilling from her prolapsed anus and over the young corgi’s face as it enjoyed the shark’s flesh. She would not even blink as a string of jizz fell from above and landed across her snout. Duke would let out a sigh of pleasure as he stroked his neon green cock, coming down from an orgasm himself as he watched the cage devolve into a Viral gloryhole, the infected taking turns raping the shark in her cage. “One last taste of me for the road to hell, babe. Don’t worry...at the rate the world is going, I’ll be joining ya eventually. Hopefully later rather than sooner.” Stuffing his cock back into his jeans he’d take one final drag from his cigar before flicking it down into the pit that had now filled with Virals. The cherry from the lit cigar would strike at the gasoline soaked concrete, igniting the trap and setting the whole pit ablaze. The smell of burning meat would fill Nevada’s nostrils as the flames climbed over the shamblers like they were made of kindling, choking her as she stared into space, her own gasoline soaked flesh igniting and scalding her flesh even as she suffocated on the heat. The fencing, not meant for such extreme heat, began to glow red hot. The glowing metal searing diamond patterns into her back and ass as the heat twisted and warped the metal, she’d feel herself finally be dropped to the burning ground below. Her lungs cooked as she breathed the hot air, her throat blackening from the climbing temperature. Her sangria skin blackened and exposed her muscle as it flaked away in thin layers of ash. Her right eye boiled and burst as she stared up at Duke from below. Flames hollowed her out from the inside, leaving only an empty burning sensation as the fire climbed and engulfed her vision. The heat of the flames were oddly comforting to her pain addled mind, like slipping into a hot bath after a hard day. Her eyes would fall shut as the last of her consciousness scorched away in the inferno. So...warm... “Alright boys, we’re getting out of here. Roll her over and let me in.” Duke would call to his men over the roar of the flames, savoring the smell of burnt flesh and hair as his massive funeral pyre purged the horde from existence. It smelled like another victory to him as he crossed the girder to the scaffolding, waiting atop it for the tank to move into position. Except it wasn’t moving… “Guys? That isn’t funny, get your asses over here. I can run faster than you can drive away in that thing so you better not be thinking of leaving me behind.” He’d snarl as he stared at the makeshift war machine. Its engine was still running but it wasn’t moving. “Fuck’s sake, do I have to do everything myself. If you assholes broke it I’m gonna start throwing YOU guys into the fire.” There were still shamblers about but he could take them out no problem. Rolling his shoulder’s he’d hop down from the scaffolding with a grunt. It didn’t take much to get to the tank, the massive wolf tearing the head off of a stray goat shambler with his bare hands and tossing it aside before climbing the metal rungs he had welded to the side of the machine. He’d bang on the hatch atop the tank with a meaty fist as he snarled down at the occupants. “You’d better have a damn good reason to leave me hanging you sons of-” He’d be cut off as the hatch suddenly blew open, cracking him in the face and knocking him off the tank from the force of the blow. He’d crash to the ground with a hefty thud, feeling one of his ribs crack from the impact. “FUCK! What the hell is the matter with-” He’d stop as he looked up, watching a stream of black shapes come pouring out of the tank hatch like water from a broken fire hydrant. Amidst the shapes he could barely see the outlines of his men being carried into the air by the swirling mass. A half-eaten skeleton would drop from the mass, landing on top of the wolf with a clattering crash, its stripped skull bouncing aside as what was left of its eye rolled across the dirt. “THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!?!” The wolf would scramble out from under his dead comrade just in time to dodge another falling skeleton. “This can’t be happening! What the fuck IS that?!” He’d stare at the anomalous cloud before hearing a soft squeak from one of the fallen corpses. He’d feel his stomach turn as he looked down to see a tiny winged...kitten? No that couldn’t have been right. It was far too small to be a kitten and looked more like how he’d imagine an imp would with its tiny horns and hairless body. Its skin was shriveled and black with dead white eyes set in its feline skull, its tiny bat-winged form able to fit in a child’s palm. Whatever it was, it was currently tugging a bit of brain out of the corpse’s skull through its hollow eye socket. And there were thousands more flying over his head. ‘Noooo, nononono. This isn’t real.’ The massive wolf would stare down at the tiny mutant, backing up against the tank he had once thought safe. This isn’t happening...you fuckers can’t do this. I’m hallucinating...something from the smoke. Yeah...the smoke. He’d shut his eyes tight, taking in a few deep breaths. ‘When I open my eyes, I’ll be back on the girder and those flying little nightmares will be gone.’ He’d slow his breathing before letting his eyes open again. It was burrowing its head deeper into the skull now, the squeaks and mewls of the thing muffled by bone… ‘Oh god, oh fuck, this is actually happening. Keep it together, Duke…just stay calm.’ All of his bravado had gone straight out the window with his plans as the mutant swarm flew overhead. They hadn’t seemed to notice him yet but he knew if he tried to make an escape in the tank, they’d just give him the same treatment as his men. He’d have to make his escape on foot. It wasn’t ideal but at least he could attempt to go unnoticed. After all, he had already torched most of the shamblers in the area. If there were any time where he’d be safer to walk around it’d be right now. Carefully, he’d step around the tiny monstrosity, leaving it to its meal so as not to alert the rest of the swarm. He’d edge his way around the tank, glad that whatever they were seemed to be blind as the roaring engine and blazing fire kept their attention, the cloud swooping back and forth between the two. He was beginning to think he might just get out of this alive when a burbling groan came from the other side of the tank, making him freeze in his tracks. His head would snap to the side as he watched its source stumble out from behind the tank, not more than five feet from him. A bloated grey mutant lioness would waddle towards the fallen corpses of his gang, panting heavily and groaning as its loose flesh wobbled about. It’s belly sagged from its mutation, the loose skin around its stomach pitted with countless tiny holes no bigger than a quarter, its armless torso struggling to stay upright as it stumbled forward. Thick rotten cum would drip from between its legs, its body filled to the brim with infected seed from some other Viral. Duke would stare in horror as he watched the little imps crawl over the naked mutant’s body, one of them perched upon its broken horn as the rest crawled in and out from under its pitted skin. The mutant was a walking hive and these...things...were its occupants. ‘No...the horns...feline...it’s their MOTHER!’ The hive mutant would let out a low buzzing drone that sounded like someone was trying to play a vuvuzela into a full septic tank, calling the swarm to it, the fluttering cloud rushing towards their mother. Duke would dive underneath the tank as the imps surrounded the hive lioness, enrobing her in their tiny squeaking bodies. He wasn’t sure if it was skill or pure dumb luck but he had still managed to go undetected but he’d be damned if he was leaving this spot until these things were. He’d never seen a mutant like this before but he had heard of women being impregnated by the Virals and being eaten from the inside out by their infected children. This however...mutants like this were unheard of. What the hell was going on? Were these things evolving? His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of massive wings cut through the sound of the engines, making the enormous wolf tense up as he saw a pair of long claws land upon the ground. Now this he knew...a shredder, and a gargoyle one at that. It was rare to see even one mutant but he had seen four today in the past ten minutes alone if he included the opossum. He knew something had been screwy with the Virals lately but this was horrifying. The hive lioness would make an odd sound, almost cooing as it stumbled towards the blue scaled gargoyle and pressed against its chest. Was it...cuddling the gargoyle? ‘Well that explains the wings...since when do these things breed? Aren’t they supposed to be dead?’ The hive mutant would drop to its knees in front of the gargoyle, panting heavily as it lapped at the mutant drake’s twin shafts, that soft bubbling droning growing louder as it serviced its mate with the kind of lustful vigor Duke had only dreamed about getting before the shit hit the proverbial fan. He’d listen to the gargoyle hiss before it lifted the hive mutant against the side of the tank, driving its twin shafts deep into the waiting cunt of the cooing lioness, both cocks stretching its torn pussy, the sudden displacement causing the cum already flooding its womb to spill out onto the ground like curdled milk. It was clear the hive mutant was very much addicted to its partner at this point, listening to it coo and buzz as the gargoyle made efforts to impregnate it with yet more hellish children. ‘God, why won’t they just go away...let this nightmare be over.’ Then something would catch his eye as the tank rocked above him. Something was moving in the fire. It climbed out of the burning pit, its single eye glowing like scorching embers with its body still ablaze. Its skin was charred black and seemed to shift as it burned away before growing back again, its flesh constantly being renewed to catch alight again. It’d limp forward on a twisted leg made of scrap metal that glowed with the heat coming off of its body, having wrapped the molten metal around its severed leg so it could walk again. Every step was greeted with sparks and a tuft of flame as the molten leg cracked against the ground. “No fucking way…” Duke would not be able to stop his words in time as he watched what had once been Nevada crawl from the ‘funeral’ pyre, the wolf slapping his claws over his mouth as he realized just what he had done. In an instant the gargoyle would be staring him down, digging its oversized claws into his shoulder and dragging him out from under the tank He’d let out a howl of pain as the claws raked his flesh before being thrown across the construction site to tumble across the ground, the initial landing twisting his leg, forcing his now shattered tibia through his skin and muscle and into open air. He’d scream as he held his broken leg, crumpled on the ground in front of the three mutants. The gargoyle would let out a feral roar before the cooing lioness would wrap its legs around its mate’s waist, forcing him to continue to focus on her. The burning shark on the other hand had no such distractions, limping towards the injured wolf as its mouth slowly began to hang open. Duke could see the burning embers glowing within its throat as he whimpered in pain and crawled backward away from the thing. He could feel it glaring daggers straight through him as he stared up at it, the heat coming off of it making him pant as his body began to overheat. “This isn’t possible...what the fuck are you bastards?!” He’d grip a handful of dirt and hurl it at the burning shark, the dry dust only crackling like gunpowder as it struck its body. The molten leg would raise and slam down upon the wolf’s foot, the glowing metal setting his fur ablaze as it cut through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, the wolf howling in pain as his leg was cooked from the inside out. Having him pinned now its burning hand would reach for his throat, searing his flesh as it knelt down and brought his face closer to his. Duke would scream as the burning fingers burned through his fur and seared his flesh like a branding iron, the wolf thrashing his head to try to free himself as he stared into the eyes of the burning mutant. Then it pressed its cracked lips to his own, kissing him. He felt his lips singe and ache from the fire, the shark’s heated breath pouring down his throat and cooking his trachea as he struggled against her. The spit on his tongue boiled as he beat his fists against her trying to free himself as his muzzle caught fire, only succeeding in lighting his claws as well. He’d scream into the kiss as his eyes boiled from the heat, the fire burning away his eyelids and making his eyes burst, hissing as they splattered against the burning mutant’s face. He’d swing and thrash in pain as he tried to put himself out but her grip was firm and her flames unrelenting. He’d give one final shudder as the air in his lungs was set ablaze, cooking him from the inside. His burning body would fall limp, his face frozen in a scream as he was finally released and left to burn… Just as he had left her...