Tryoxin zombie outbreak

The neon sign for Velvet Grind flickers violently as the first Trioxin laced raindrop hits the pavement outside, hissing like acid. Inside, the atmosphere of the lesbian bar is thick with the scent of spilled gin and expensive perfume until the first customer slumps over her drink.

"Hey, Chloe... you okay?" a tall, muscular woman asks, her hand reaching out to touch her friend's shoulder.

The response is a wet, tearing sound. Chloe's skin sloughs off her face in grey, gelatinous strips as she lunges upward, her jaw hinging open unnaturally wide. She tackles the bartender, her teeth sinking into the woman's throat with a sickening crunch. The bar erupts into chaos as more customers suddenly convulse, their bodies twisting into grotesque, twitching shapes.

One customer, a former butch who now has half her jaw hanging by a single sinew, grabs a server's head and slams it against the marble counter with a wet thwack. Blood sprays across the cocktail shakers. A zombie wearing a torn crop top lunges across the room, her exposed ribcage grinding against the edge of a table as she crawls toward the bar's terrified patrons.
Emma screams, throwing her half empty martini glass at the first zombie that lurches toward her. The bar’s heavy oak door groans under her shoulder as she kicks it open and stumbles into the rain slicked alleyway. Behind her, the bar becomes a cacophony of wet tearing sounds and inhuman moans.

Her boots skid on the slick cobblestones she trips, her palms slapping hard against a discarded and now rippling leather jacket. Before she can scramble up, a pair of pale, rotting hands clamp around her ankles. A zombie in a shredded sundress pulls her backward with unnatural strength, her face a mask of sloughing skin and yellowed teeth.

Emma kicks wildly, her heel connecting with the creature's eyeball with a disgusting pop. The zombie shrieks, a wet, bubbling sound, but doesn't let go. Another shadow detaches itself from the brick wall behind Emma a Sprinter, all corded muscle and exposed sinew, crouching on all fours.

"Emma! Get up!" a voice yells. Her girlfriend, Sarah, is scrambling through the broken window, her blonde hair matted with fresh gore. Sarah grabs a discarded barstool and smashes it over the sundress zombie's head, but the creature's skull cracks with a dull thud, its jaw hanging by a single black tendon.

The Sprinter lunges, its clawed hands reaching for Emma's throat.

Emma scrambles up the rusted metal ladder, her fingers slipping on gore slicked rungs as the Sprinter's fingers brush her ankle. Sarah hauls her up the last few feet just as the first zombie's fingers snap shut on empty air. They scramble onto the fire escape, the metal groaning under their weight. Below them, the alleyway is a feeding frenzy the sundress zombie is currently hunched over the bartender's corpse, its face buried deep in the open throat wound, making wet slurp sounds that echo off the brick walls.

"Down here!" Sarah points toward a broken in ground floor window of a nearby bakery.

They leap from the fire escape, landing hard on the pavement before rolling through the window glass. The bakery is a tomb of flour dusted bodies and shattered display cases. A bloated zombie in a bloodied apron is slowly chewing on a human arm, its jaw working with mechanical, mindless rhythm.

The back door is slightly ajar. Emma can smell the metallic tang of blood and the sweet, cloying scent of decaying meat wafting from it.

Suddenly, the Sprinter zombie from before scales the fire escape with terrifying speed, its elongated limbs clambering over the railing like a spider. It leaps down, landing heavily on the bakery's front window with a crash, its exposed muscles twitching in the moonlight.

The Sprinter's jaw unhinges unnaturally wide as it prepares to lunge, its wet, exposed muscles rippling with every twitch. Emma's breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she stares into the creature's milky, dead eyes.

"Sarah, go!" Emma yells, grabbing a heavy flour sack from the display counter and hurling it at the zombie's face. The explosion of white powder blinds the creature momentarily, its shrieks muffled by the thick cloud.

Sarah seizes the moment, grabbing Emma's hand and pulling her toward the back door. They burst out into the alleyway just as the Sprinter shakes off the flour, its clawed hands tearing through the air where Emma's head had been moments before.

The alleyway is a labyrinth of garbage and discarded crates, the narrow space claustrophobically tight. A low, guttural moan echoes from a dumpster it's one of the bloated zombies, its distended belly dragging on the wet pavement as it turns toward them, yellow bile leaking from its cracked lips.

"The car!" Sarah points down the alley to a parked sedan, its windshield shattered by a stray brick.

Behind them, the Sprinter's claws scrape against the brick wall with a screeching sound as it scuttles up the vertical surface like a giant insect, its unnaturally long limbs moving with terrifying speed.

Emma’s lungs burn as they sprint down the alley, the cold rain streaking her face. She crashes against the sedan’s door, fumbling with the handle. Her fingers feel strangely numb, the skin on her knuckles already turning an unhealthy, waxy grey. She doesn't notice the faint, sickly sweet scent of decay rising from her own sweat.

Sarah slams into the enger seat, her breath coming in wet, rattling gasps. A thin trickle of black fluid leaks from her nostril, but she only wipes it away with a trembling hand, dismissing it as rain. "Get in! Get in!" she hisses, her voice dropping into a guttural she doesn't recognize.

The Sprinter zombie drops from the wall above them with a sickening thud, landing on the hood of the car. Its clawed hand sinks into the metal like it's soft clay. Emma screams, scrambling into the driver's seat and fumbling the keys into the ignition. The engine roars to life just as the zombie's face slams against the windshield, its rotting jaw slapping against the glass.

"Drive, Emma! Go!" Sarah's voice cracks, her pupils dilating until her eyes are nearly entirely black. She reaches over to grab Emma's arm, her grip unnaturally strong the flesh feeling strangely cold and firm beneath the sleeve.

Emma slams the car into gear and floors it, the tires shrieking as they peel away. In the rearview mirror, the Sprinter zombie stands in the middle of the street, its body twitching rhythmically, watching them go.

The car screeches to a halt as Emma’s fingers fuse to the steering wheel, the plastic melting into her rapidly hardening flesh. Her skin ripples like boiling tar, the Trioxin rewriting her DNA with violent speed. Beside her, Sarah’s body begins to liquefy, her bones snapping and regrowing in grotesque new configurations.

Their screams dissolve into wet, wet tearing noises as their torsos begin to merge. Emma’s ribcage cracks outward, fusing with Sarah’s spine as their skin melts together in a steaming puddle of mutated flesh.

The transformation is agonizingly erotic and horrific. From their fused chest, two massive, swollen breasts swell to enormous proportions, dripping with caustic, glowing fluid that hisses on the car's upholstery. A second pair of breasts pushes out from their ed waist, heavy and engorged. Below the waist, their hips widen violently, the bone structure expanding with wet cracks until their buttocks form a colossal, pulsating mound of meat that overflows the car's bucket seat.

Their faces melt into each other Emma’s eyes becoming hollow sockets, Sarah’s jaw unhinging as her skull reshapes into a singular, horrific mask of hunger. Their limbs fuse together, leaving them with four arms that twitch with predatory instinct. The car’s roof groans and peels upward from the pressure of their rapidly expanding, bloated bodies.

The new creature's skin is a translucent, pulsing canvas of veins and pulsing Trioxin rich tissue. From the central orifice between their massive breasts, a thick stream of neon green bile leaks, melting the dashboard.

The Amalgam's new, singular consciousness screams with a hunger that makes the previous human minds feel like faded memories. The fused consciousness of Emma and Sarah twitches in a horrific duet of desire, their t nervous system sparking with the realization that they need women.

Their four arms spasm in unison, clawing at the dashboard until the plastic snaps. The creature heaves its massive, bloated frame forward, the car's suspension groaning under the weight of its colossal buttocks and engorged breasts. With a wet pop, the sunroof shatters as the Amalgam's distorted head forces its way out, dripping with black bile.

From its nostrils, the creature exhales a cloud of Trioxin laced vapor that rolls through the streets like toxic fog.

Down the block, a group of women walking together freezes. One woman’s eyes roll back as the gas hits her. Her skin begins to slough off in grey sheets, her jaw dropping open as her ribcage snaps outward to accommodate the Trioxin's mutation. She turns toward the Amalgam, her fingers curling into claws.

The Amalgam's breasts pulse in unison, leaking caustic fluid that sizzles on the asphalt. Sarah's voice and Emma's voice come out of the single, mutated mouth in a wet, layered snarl: "Brainnnns... need... women... brains..."

The Amalgam's massive, bloated form becomes a whirlwind of gore as it descends upon the group of women like a meat grinder. Its four arms work in wet, synchronized motions tearing open skulls, pulling out pulpy, grey matter, and shoving the brains directly into its distended, dripping maw.

Sarah's voice screams through the gore, "More! NEED MORE!" while Emma's consciousness weeps in the back of their shared mind as they shovel human brains into their throat.

The street turns into a slaughterhouse. Twenty women fall in rapid succession, their skulls cracking like eggshells under the Amalgam's claws. The wet slurp of eating brains fills the air, mixing with the sizzle of Trioxin gas.

One by one, the twenty brains eaten corpses begin to twitch. Their skin turns a sickly grey as Trioxin gas floods their open wounds. Their jawbones unhinge, and their vacant eyes roll back as they rise, their movements jerky and unnatural.

The Amalgam stands amidst the carnage, its massive breasts dripping with fresh blood and brain matter. The twenty newly reanimated zombies surround it, their bodies already beginning to warp some growing elongated limbs, others bloating with gas, others sprouting bone spikes.

The Amalgam's fused consciousness feels the psychic link snapping into place. They aren't just eating; they are recruiting.

The Amalgam's monstrous silhouette looms over the neon sign of *Sappho's ***** as it smashes through the glass doors, its massive breasts scraping the ceiling and crushing the bar. Inside, the air is thick with the screams of dozens of women running in terror only to find that every exit is now a Trioxin trap.

The Amalgam's four arms work like harvesting machinery, snatching women from the dance floor and slamming their heads against the counter until they burst. The sound of wet, gurgling brains being slurped fills the air as the creature's multiple maws work in grotesque harmony.

The infection spreads with supernatural speed. A smaller woman's limbs stretch like pulled taffy, her spine snapping outward into barbed bone spikes as she becomes a human spider. A thick set butch bouncer's flesh bubbles and boils away, revealing a mass of pulsating muscle and exposed organs that slithers across the floor.

The Amalgam doesn't stop eating until the club is silent save for the wet, squelching sounds of the newly born horde.

The street outside is now a nightmare. The original zombies have mutated further; one has merged with a streetlamp, its legs fusing with the metal post, its torso elongated and dripping with black bile. Another has split in half, two smaller, more agile creatures crawling out of its ruptured midsection.

The Amalgam stands in the center of the wreckage, its enormous, engorged breasts dripping with fresh blood and brain matter, its massive hips heaving with every wet, satisfied breath. It lets out a booming, multilayered roar that rattles the windows of nearby buildings, summoning every infected woman in the city to its location.