Sean shivered violently, slamming his hands to the tile wall. The hazmat people brought over brushes to scrub him down, causing Sean to scream a little in pain. The brushes felt like they had metal bristles and over his wounds they hurt. Bowing his head, he watched dirt and blood circle the soapy drain beneath him. He was filthy. As a man in a hazmat suit started to wash one of his arms, his scrubbing started to slow down to a stop. Lifting his head a little, Sean watched the man start wiping the thick white soap off his arm. With the dirt coming off, his pale skin and black veins were starting to show more than ever. Finally locking eyes with the hazmat man, Sean felt a chill run down his spine. He could tell by the look on the man's face that he was utterly terrified of him. The hazmat men behind him, turned on the hoses to spray jets of ice cold water over them. Sean flinched from the jet hitting him between the shoulder blades, but his body had already adjusted to the bitter cold. His only concern now was the hazmat man who was backing away from him.

The man began to take quicker breaths, before screaming out to everyone. "SECURITY BREECH!" Alarms went off throughout the showers and heavy iron doors dropped to block the exits. Zero whirled around, yelling out. "NO! DON'T!" Two hazmat men grabbed Zero to restrain him in a far corner, while the others removed weapons from their belt to surround Sean. Zero thrashed and screamed for them to stop, but they weren't listening. Sean was slammed into the tile wall as the other hazmat man with a hose sprayed him on high with the other washer to pin him in one spot. The others with weapons opened fire and Sean acted. Dashing straight for a washer, he dodged the darts with lightning speed and leapt into the man. Knocking him to the ground, Sean yanked the hose from the man's hand and used it to spray the men around him. The men screamed as they were knocked off their feet by the powerful jet of water, or from they way they slipped on the wet tile floor. Satisfied that most of them were knocked down, Sean rose to his feet slowly. The man beneath him had his hands raised in surrender and they were shaking. Was he that scary of him?  Did he see him as a zombie?

Sean heard a gun click to his right and something in him snapped. The feeling was so strong and primal that he lost all rational control. Ducking as the gun went off, he felt the wind of the dart over his shoulder, before he charged straight toward the man. Slamming him into the wall so hard that it broke the tile, Sean instinctively pinned the man to the wall by his forearms and went for his throat. Biting the man's throat, he increased the pressure of his bite until his teeth pieced the rubber suit and he tasted blood. Tasting the smooth coppery blood, Sean's body went into a frenzy and he tore the man's throat out in the process of trying to tear the neck of the suit open. People all around him screamed. He felt darts peeper his back, causing him to whirl around and let out an aggressive animalistic yell. Running toward the man that shot him, he leapt down onto his side to slid across the wet tile and right between the front man's legs. Grabbing the man's ankles to pull on as he drifted through, the man fell forward and Sean sprang up over him. Pinning the man down like an animal, he sank his teeth into the man's shoulder.

Upon hearing more guns click, Sean rolled off the man as more darts impaled themselves into that man's back. Locking his sights on the closest man, Sean ran toward him to tackle him to the ground. Tackling the man to the ground, Sean swung his legs out to kick the two other men back. Rolling over onto his knees, Sean leaned over the man to punch his fist through the plastic face shield of the suit and straight into the man's face. Removing his dripping bloody hand, Sean menacingly stood up to look at the other hazmat men. Lifting his hand absently, Sean licked the backs of his blood-stained fingers. With one taste, he could tell that the man hadn't been infected. He could even tell the basics about the man. He could tell his gender, his diet, his blood type, his ancestry, and any medical issues he had. All from one taste of his blood. Tasting the man's blood sent adrenaline rushing through his veins. He felt stronger with every taste... and wanted more. The nearest hazmat man tried to shoot him, only to realize the gun was empty. Walking casually toward the man, Sean suddenly began to slow to a stop. He suddenly felt really lightheaded. The world seemed to be tilting too far to one side.

He lost feeling in one leg and before he knew it, he was laying on his side across the wet blood-stained tile floor. From somewhere behind him, Zero screamed out. "DON'T! LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! HE'S NOT INFECTED!" Doors opened and more hazmat men surrounded him with more powerful guns. They lifted him up and shoved him into a clear tube. Sean weakly touched the clear tube, too weak to stop them. They locked a thick disc over the end of the tube entrance to lock him in, then lifted the tube to put on a cart. Zero tugged against the men holding him, screaming out. "SEAN! GET OUT! DON'T LET THEM TAKE YOU!" Sean struggled to roll onto his stomach, glancing back over his shoulder, he tried to kick the disc off the end. His foot hit the disc, but his strength was fading fast. He was so tired. Whatever they had shot into him was putting him out. Placing a hand on the tube, Sean collapsed limply. The cart was quickly rushed from the shower and the last thing he heard was Zero screaming his name and Chica barking.

Back in the gazebo, Mark tossed the purple velvet dress to Nate. Nate caught it, grumbling out. "I hate you both." Kenny chuckled to himself, removed a leather pouch from his pocket. Taking a knee in front of Mark, Mark teased out to Kenny. "What? You're not going to buy me dinner before you propose?" Kenny rolled his eyes, pointing to his raised his knee, upon telling him seriously. "Keep your finger. Give me your foot." Mark hefted his skirt, bracing his foot on Kenny's leg. Kenny stared at Mark's leg a moment, before blushing out. "Good thing your skirt goes down to your ankles." Mark crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes on Kenny. Kenny opened the leather pouch, removing what appeared to be a lockpick kit. While Kenny worked on his tracker, Mark picked up his hat and slipped it back on before someone saw him without it. There weren't many people walking around, but he knew people were looking for him. So it was better to be safe than sorry when in a windowed gazebo. He was just thankful that is was getting late, making it harder for anyone to see inside. Nate reluctantly stripped off his shirt, muttering curses to himself as he slipped the dress on. The purple velvet looked great on him.

Once it was on, Nate bitterly grumbled out. "Guys... I'm not doing this." Mark chuckled when he saw that Nate's dress only went down to his knees, revealing the torn up knees of Nate's black jeans beneath. Kenny removed the tracker from Mark's ankle, setting it aside carefully. Mark tossed the laundry around, before snatching up a pair of black stockings and tossed them to Nate, smugly telling him. "There. Problem solved." Nate held the stockings with a blank look, saying completely stumped as he asked. "How the fuck do you expect me to put these on? I feel like I'm going to shred this shit!" Kenny moved to Nate while still on his knees. Taking the stockings from him, he stretched one of them and rolled the sheer black fabric to the toes like a professional. Kenny didn't notice their shocked faces as he informed Nate coolly. "It's not hard. Just put them on one leg at a time and then pull them up." Kenny gestured for Nate to remove his pants and when he didn't, he looked up. Seeing their surprised looks, Kenny blushed a deeper red and added in a little embarrassed. "I helped Mari put on a dress once or twice... Sue me, I'm a good brother."

Mark chuckled, while Nate unbuckled his pants and growled out. "Touch my junk and I'll kill you." Kenny sighed heavily, turning his head as Nate dropped his pants. Mark moved closer to hold Nate's hand as he raised his leg for Kenny. Kenny removed the tracker and then helped him into the first stocking. Kenny helped stretch the thin fragile fabric up over his knees, then let Nate adjusted them on his own, until Nate asked him in an unsettled tone. "How do you get them to stay up? I can feel them slipping..." Mark shrugged, stating out. "Eat less? Your thighs are thick." Nate smacked Mark's chest, causing Mark to lose it in a fit of giggles. Kenny got up to search the laundry, removing strange pieces as he said. "Ah ha! I knew it." Kenny came back giving Nate a thin cloth belt that had small hooks like a bra on it. Kenny kneeled to attach small clips to the lacy tops of the stockings, telling him. "For these types of stockings, that is what the garter belt is for." Before they could ask, Kenny smirked out to them. "I've taken more than a few of these off in college."

When Nate struggled to hook the belt around his waist, Kenny reached up under his skirt to just attach it for him. Clipping the straps up from the stockings to the belt, Kenny stood up with a smirk. Mark let out an impressed whistle in response. Nate's legs were sexy with stockings. Nate grabbed the hem of his skirt, crossing his legs as he stammered out. "Don't... Just... Stop it! Stop staring at my legs, Jesus!" Kenny looked out all the windows, telling them softly. "Well, at least you are clean shaven... but your hair is going to be a problem if people look at you. We'll have to fix it on the way. Come on. We've lingered too long." Nate shoved his feet back into his black shoes, grumbling under his breath. "I feel like I walked straight out of Rocky Mountain Horror Picture Show..." Mark snorted, pushing Nate to follow Kenny to the door. Kenny opened the door, draping an arm over Nate's shoulders to block his face with his hand. Holding Nate's face close to his chest, Kenny quickly led him out. Mark quickly followed on the other side of Nate to help block him from anyone's possible sight.

They hadn't gotten far from the gazebo, when an alarm began to blare around the compound. Kenny froze, watching guards with flashlights rush toward them as they gathered up to head for the front gate. Manhandling Nate, Kenny quickly pushed him out of the guard's way and pinned him up against the side of a nearby building. Using his arms to block Nate's face, a few guards clipped Kenny's back as they rushed by, but they were too distracted by what was going on at the front gate to really care what Kenny was doing. Mark leaned back against the wall beside them, asking Kenny discreetly. "What's happening?" Kenny glanced over his shoulder as the last guard ran by before saying softly. "Something must have gotten through the gate... That's the quarantine alarm. We should use this to our advantage. Come on, hurry." Kenny took Nate's wrist, rushing him down the street toward a large field that had rows of slightly above ground bunkers. Rushing toward his bunker, Kenny tried to yank his keys out of his pocket and dropped them. He bent over to pick them up, until a foot stepped on them. Mark pulled Nate behind him quickly to keep him out of sight, his heart sinking.

A slender woman in a lowcut black shirt and tight skinny jeans, glared down at Kenny. She flicked her bushy red hair off her shoulder, asking smugly. "What's this? Something gets through the gates and you grab two girls to pass the lockdown with?" Kenny slowly stood up, trying to sound calm when he told her. "Lacey... I don't have time to explain." Lacey reached out to grab Kenny's shirt with her long red painted fingernails, purring out. "I didn't know you had the stamina for two..." Kenny struggled to say anything, his foot discreetly trying to nudge hers off his keys politely. Nate shuffled his feet nervously behind Mark as people began to peek out of their bunkers to look around. Snatching Mark's hat off, Nate put it on. Mark scrambled to cover his head with the scarf around his neck, while Nate wedged himself in between Kenny and Lacey. Shoving her back enough to make her stagger, Nate kicked the keys across the dirt to Mark. Mark snatched up the keys, then gawked at Nate. Nate flashed Lacey a fleeting dark challenging smirk over his bare shoulder, before draping an arm over Kenny's. Without any warning, Nate spun Kenny around to press him up against the wall of Kenny's bunker. Keeping his face partly hidden from her, Nate cupped Kenny's face and exposed the fact that he was kissing him.

Mark got over his shock quickly to find the key and unlocked the bunker. Opening the door, he lingered in the doorway. Lacey scowled at Kenny and Nate, snapping out at Nate as she stormed away. "Fucking whore!" Nate kept kissing Kenny with light savory kisses, until Mark cleared his throat and told him discreetly. "She's gone..." Nate pried his lips off Kenny, clearing his throat before rushing past Mark and into the bunker without looking at either of them. Kenny licked his lips, slipping into the bunker after him as he said to Mark under his breath. "Well... That worked, I guess." Inside the bunker, Kenny closed the door and flicked on the lights. Mark awkwardly handed Kenny's keys back, then made his way down the narrow steps to the room below. Nate yanked off the hat to toss back at Mark. Mark caught it, moving to sit in an armchair, while Nate sat down on the bed. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Nate told them all hopefully. "Can we just forget that happened? I panicked and just wanted to get rid of her. Ok?" Mark nodded in agreement. He didn't care one way or another. They were out of sight. That was the important thing.

Kenny leaned back against the doorway, answering a little shyly. "My first kiss could have been worse..." Both Mark and Nate jerked their heads up. Kenny shrugged, mumbling out. "What? I never said I slept with anyone... I worked as a theater assistant in college. I dressed people in costumes." Mark tried not to smile, but it was hard to hold it back. A bell rang, giving Kenny the excuse to leave for the door. Which allowed Mark and Nate a chance to giggle a little. They had barely gotten themselves together, when someone stormed down the steps. Mari hopped off the last step, starting to rush out. "Mark! I have to tell you something! I just talked to Zero in quarantine! He said- What is gods name are you wearing?" Mark closed his legs, watching Nate pull a blanket over his own legs as she looked between them with wide eyes of confusion. Sitting up, Mark interjected seriously. "Long story... What's going on? Is Sean ok?" Mari put the gnome down on a small table, before panting out. "No... Something is wrong with him... My mother and a team of scientists took him away to the hospital."

Mark sprang to his feet, snapping out. "WHAT?! WHY?!" Mari raised her hands perplexed, trying to catch her breath as she said. "Zero said... That the cure did something to Sean... He looks sick... but Zero swore to me that he's not. Sean killed three guards in the quarantine shower, and it took twenty-five tranquilizer darts to even slow him down!" Mark curled his fingers into fists, asking defensively. "What will they do to him?" Mari shrugged, answering nervously. "I don't know... but the people at the hospital won't let me see him... and the place has got cameras everywhere." Mari turned to look up the stairs, asking Kenny hopefully. "Kenny, can you...? Kenny?" Kenny slumped against the wall in the narrow stairway, looking at something in his hand. Turning his hand over, the carcass of a horsefly fell to the floor just before he did. To Be Continued...