Thread: Dawning of a New Era {Ceron and Dance}

Taken from the journal of Borris Shoemaker It was so sudden even to this day I do not understand how I got out but I did. One minute we were working on X1243 a virus unlike any another. Totally man made but designed well the idea to create the super soldier of the future unfortunately though been nothing but failures in the lab. Then again we never realized what would happen should the virus come into contact with unsterilized air. The lab was in chaos and I somehow made it out only to realize my mistake for the virus moved with unnerving speed I released it, I started the end of the world .. It's my entire fault . James waved from his old beat up truck to Kenny a buddy of his as he drove down the one road that led in and out of town. James had lived here all of his life as had his daddy and his daddy before him. The family was well known for how they helped anyone out raised some of the best cattle in Texas, and just down right some of the friendliest people anyone could meet but the down side was everyone knew of the temper that ran in threw the males. Many a times a member of the Misson family found themselves waking up in the county jail which the Sherriff often left unlocked knowing once the whiskey and beer got out of the system. The Old ford rumbled as he turned down a dirt road just outside of town seeing the large fences and barbed wire on top that marked his family's land having been theirs since before the Civil war and rumor had it that one of their line was in the battle of the Alamo. The truck spit out rocks as he sped down the uneven road bouncing in the cab the bed holding supplies for the ranch, hearing the sounds of everything bouncing and responding to the road. He looked out the window making sure the hired hands were doing their job correctly for as friendly as he could be no one liked getting on his bad side but then few truly knew the depths of the familys darkness. Then again all families held little secrets some darker than others some holding more skeletons and the Misson family was no different in that respect or regard. The told truck finally stopped the spitting of rocks as James put the truck in park at the side of the old house. Really much hadn't changed about the house, it was a ranch style home the front porch was actually under repair as he opened the door hearing the sound of saws , hammers and some swearing as someone hit their thumb instead of the head of the nail. The boys waved to James greeting him and the large man returned with a smile Hey boys take the rest of the day off its looking good His deep voice boomed with authority a man who didn't have a problem taking charge and was use to being the Alpha male. Towering over most he stood at an even six foot six and held the look of your typical cowboy. The black Stetson hat rest comfortably on his head, the black hair slightly unkempt but more from the hard labor since five am this morning. His face was strong with sharp cut features a permanent five o'clock shadow and the dark eyes holding the look of the predator as they held a slight squint to them and his face tanned slightly leathery from spending his life under the harsh Texas sun and heat. He held a medium build , his shoulders broad and the white tee shirt hugged his frame showing the well-formed muscular tone of the man. The blue jeans fit well and hid most of the snake skin boots , the large belt buckle shimmered in the sun and the large 12 inch hunting knife hung on his right hip, the sheath worn and well used as the handle held the same feel to it. As he turned the handle to the door his thoughts darkened to his sixteen year old daughter and a scowl came to his face as he thought of the little slut. It seemed as of late she was trying to tempt him wearing those next to nothing shorts , the half shirts that barely contained her chest teasing him by bending over, walking or anything else he did. Some might say he was imagining it but deep down James knew she was no different than the cock hungry slut of a mother , god rest her soul. He did smile at the thought of Mary remembering how well she could beg for a cock still to this day hearing her voice in his head pleading with him to let any of the ranch hands fuck her ass. The door opened right into the old kitchen everything starting to show its age but he was getting everything updated the past few years had been good on him financially and it was time to get the place to a more modern feel. Pulling out the beer he twisted the top and took a long drink from it as he looked around for his daughter. Twice now in the past month he had gotten home to find her touching herself hearing her threw the thin floors of the house and he swore to himself if he came home one more time to the bitch fucking herself he would give her a reason to scream. One minute she was this cute little girl who played with her dolls on the aging porch and now turning into the spitting image of her mother and perhaps that is what irked him the most. Of course unknown to anyone on the ranch they had less than an hour to enjoy any normality in life .. The clock hit 1230 pm