Thread: RP - Going Viral (MM & Queen Chaos)

Passionflu, as it was called, started off harmless enough. Those who were infected didn't suffer as much as they benefitted. Quiet souls found their voice and were stirred into taking action, old men and women discovered that their love for one another was rekindled, and everywhere you looked people were looking at each other with newfound fondness and appreciation for one another. Scientists discovered that this virus- harmless as it seemed- came from some species of Bird of Paradise, yet every attempt to find the specific bird in the specific jungle paradise was unsuccessful. They weren't too stressed to find the cure until people started to die from Passionflu. First it was the old, weak and the lame, then the young. The numbers steadily rose while governments and societies alike pooled their efforts in combating it all. But by then it was too late. The Passionflu's infected victims who were healthy enough to stave off the initial symptoms lost their minds and devolved into beasts of passion, or lust-beasts. But everyone called them zombies, for they were nothing more, nothing less. Driven by a strong desire to breed, the virals toppled any and all obstacles between them and uninfected prey. They forced themselves on the uninfected, the uncorrupted, and fucked the humanity right out of them like wild animals while killing those who were too aggressive, too defensive, andor somehow immune to the virus. But no-one was immune to the virus they only had a tolerance for it. In one year the Passionflu had ruined humanity to its very core and left its cities and utopias as moaning, mewling, groaning graveyards of lust. The stench of sex was ever-prevalent in these cities, especially New York right now in the prime of Summer's Season. There were survivors still living in the city, yes, but none if any encountered one another. Discussions and information were passed down through graffiti on the walls- many noted that the virals enjoyed Central Park every day and that their passionate noises could be heard for miles. Nighttime was a dangerous time to head out in search of supplies or to relocate. The virals had a very acute sense of smell and taste and were infamous for discovering ways of getting into places once thought unpenetrable- and thoroughly penetrating the poor female hiding away. At the same time, their sight was poor, and being that they tended to shamble about, if a survivor was spotted during the night they had a good chance of fleeing to safety before the horde came. Right now in New York, New York there was an abandoned supermarket- a small one at that, but one that still had supplies for any daring survivor. Even better, the streets were empty and silent, and no virals were shambling around inside the supermarket. Well... There was one viral trapped behind a locked area of the supermarket, right in the pharmacy. A human could easily clamber over one side and get in, or find the key on the front counter to open up the door, but that was only if they wanted to get in. It was typically better to avoid the virals, but this one was, again, in the pharmacy room moaning and groaning and looking very, very uncomfortable with a sizable erection jutting out from between his legs. Given the torn lab coat, broken glasses and messy blonde hair, this viral could have been the pharmacist. He also looked to have been taking some supplements in his past life, as that erection of his was... Well, it put regular human cocks to shame! Now, a survivor could ignore the viral and carry on looting the supermarket for foodstuffs, but if someone needed medicine, they would have to tangle with the Passionflu infected individual...