Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground
Copyright© 2021 by worldender
Chapter 29
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 29 - No one truly knows why the aliens suddenly invaded Earth, but they seem to only want one thing: to turn all of humanity into their mindless sex slaves. College professor Sarah Cassidy and her students spend the first day of the invasion running from monstrous forms, hoping to avoid the terrible fate of being captured by writhing tentacles and added to the breeding nest. Will they manage to outwit the extraterrestrial rapists, or will their holes become subjected to endless pleasure?
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Horror Science Fiction Aliens Post Apocalypse Incest BDSM Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Needles Public Sex Size Slow
“I don’t remember the last time I was this full,” Steven sighed contentedly as he patted his stomach. “And to be honest, I’m still a bit hungry. That’s the sad part.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately that’s all we’re going to be able to spare for now,” Cutter replied, taking one last bite of his baked bean burrito. None of them had eating utensils fit for canned food, so they had all either taken to filling the somewhat dry tortillas with the various offerings or simply slurping them straight out of the can. Sarah had opted for the burrito method, considering the value of carbs at the moment, not wanting to cut her mouth on the metal, and the fact that it just looked and sounded nasty to guzzle a bunch of tomato sauce covered ravioli straight right into her mouth.
Not that she wouldn’t have, of course. She had been so hungry that she would have eaten the pasta out of the fire’s coals if she had to, and even then, she would have savored it as the most delicious thing she had tasted in her life. It was hard to put into words how impossibly delectable the warm, salty, meaty, tender pasta was after months of consuming nothing but human milk, cum, and alien slime. Sarah valiantly attempted to do so after the first ravioli graced her tongue, but all she could utter was a weak “Hmmmghoood” that devolved into moans of disbelief as she began to ravenously chow down on her messy burrito, viscous red sauce dripping down her chin as if she were a lioness tucking into a fresh kill.
Everyone else seemed to be in a similar state. Though they all wished the meal could last forever, eventually, the chosen cans were empty and being used to drink water from the flowing river, which was probably clearer and more potable than any they’d find in a sink at the moment. Steven had reached for a bottle of water from the food sack, but Cutter explained it would be best to save that for those back at base who wouldn’t be able to come out to get clean water from the river, which was readily available to the group right now.
Maybe it was indeed the water, or maybe it was the fact that this was the first solid food he’d eaten in a while, but Steven soon declared he had to go “take care of some urgent business” before waddling off into the woods out of sight, clutching his stomach in one hand and a roll of paper towels in the other. Zoey grimaced and looked away, doing her best to focus on the conversation happening around the fire.
The talk had turned from discussing the next leg of their journey – which was to pass through a nearby large park that sounded conveniently like the location of the Brightdark’s crash landing, much to A’luhr’s pleasure – and onto what Cutter did for work before the invasion, given that everyone else had more or less already given at least a glimpse of their history to the others. While Cutter regaled them all with his tale, A’luhr got up to go collect the helium canisters, as it was clear they would be heading out as soon as Steven returned.
“You’re kidding me,” Sarah gawked at Cutter, “a dentist? Seriously!?”
“Well, what can I say?” Cutter responded with a shrug. “Now you know why I’m used to being hated.”
“I can’t imagine it was easy being a dentist with the last name ‘Cutter’,” Zoey remarked with a giggle.
“Sadly true. ‘Dr. Cutter’ didn’t really inspire a ton of confidence. Though I always figured if dentistry didn’t work out, I could probably make it as a hair stylist. Those skill sets are transferable, right?” The group all laughed yet again. Sarah wasn’t used to having this much of a good time anymore. It felt good to let loose like this and actually enjoy herself once and a while. She was so wrapped up in the boisterous mirth that she didn’t even notice how a low, unfamiliar laugh mingled into the noise. At the same time, A’luhr, who was looking behind Sarah, hastily stepped back towards her daggers that were lying on the grass nearby, but she didn’t have time to drop the canisters she was holding before a gruff man’s voice broke through the dying laughter.
“Ah, ah, ah ... I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” the voice chided. A’luhr came to a stop and slowly raised her hands up over her head, still holding the helium. Everyone around the fire whipped their heads around to see a middle-aged, rotund, balding man standing at the edge of the clearing, aiming a pistol straight at A’luhr’s chest.
“How about everyone gets up on their feet and backs away from those bags niiiice and slowly, eh?” He continued, gesturing with his gun for everyone to move towards the opposite edge of the clearing and away from the pile of their food and weapons. “I would drop that if I were you, bitch,” He smirked at Priya who, without Sarah realizing it, had already drawn her handgun and was steadily aiming it at the man’s head. “Don’t do anything stupid. You really think you can take all of us down yourself?”
Priya’s confused expression turned to grim realization as a dozen men emerged from the trees behind the first man, all holding guns and chuckling deviously among themselves. They all grouped up around their apparent leader, moving together past the still-blazing campfire towards Sarah and the others until they were standing only about ten feet apart.
“Sullivan,” Cutter sternly greeted the fat man. “What a nice surprise. Long time no see. What brings you out here?”
“I’ll be the one askin’ questions, Tim,” Sullivan spat back with a sneer. “We were on our way to investigate a plane crash this morning when we came across your little friendship circle here.”
Plane crash? Sarah glanced around at Adam and Zoey who were both sharing the same concerned look. He must have been referring to the Brightdark. Sarah supposed it was too good to be true that their chaotic arrival hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention. Seeing her friends around her, she realized that Steven hadn’t been found yet. Sarah began to scan the tree line with her eyes in hopes of spotting him.
“Huh, I must have missed it,” Cutter replied, trying to keep his tone casual while his hands were raised over his head. “Well, we won’t stop you; you can be on your way.”
“Oh, we will,” Sullivan snorted then spat on the ground. “But we took quite a detour to come visit you all here, so wouldn’t you think it fair to leave us without a parting gift, you know, to make up for all our lost time?”
“Help yourself to whatever you want in the bags over there.” Cutter gestured his head towards the satchels that were left open to reveal the piles of canned and dry goods.
“Such generosity, Tim!” Sullivan laughed. “I think I’ll do just that! But we don’t just want the food. The sluts will be coming with us as well.”
“Excuse me!?” Sarah exclaimed in disbelief.
“Was I talking to you, bitch!?” Sullivan roared, swiveling his gun to aim at Sarah, who stiffened up. “You will only speak when confirming you understand my orders from now on, understand?”
“You fuck–” Adam yelled as if about to launch himself at Sullivan, but he froze up after an ear-piercing gunshot rang through the air as Sullivan fired off a warning shot that lodge into the ground at Adam’s feet.
“Fuck! Do you want to draw the Harvesters right to us all, you son of a bitch!?” Cutter swore, stomping his foot angrily but still keeping his distance from the armed men.
“You know just as good as I do that this far out in the woods, some little shots aren’t going to attract the freaks,” Sullivan scoffed. “It’d take something a bit louder than that I think – maybe we can get the sluts’ moaning to do it!” All the men in Sullivan’s group laughed. “Mmm ... yeah those big fat titties will milk real good, I reckon.” Sullivan stared lecherously at the voluptuous chests of all the women across from him. Sarah had to fight the urge to lower her hands and cover herself.
“M-milk?” Zoey croaked, her mouth dry. “W-what do you mean?” Sullivan stared at her, wild eyed, with a look of incredulous impatience on his face.
“Fuck, didn’t I just say not to speak unless spoken to? Didn’t I? Am I going crazy or what!?”
“Y-you did...” Zoey fearfully admitted. Her face was devoid of color.
“What did I just say!?” Sullivan roared, pointing his gun at her now.
“B-but you just spoke to me!”
“Don’t get cheeky with me, cunt,” Sullivan scowled. “You’ll know your place soon, which is tied up in the milking pens with the other cows. We found out that women don’t milk well when they aren’t pregnant, so you’ll be strapped down and knocked up over and over until you’re producing. Then we’ll fill your holes with thrusting dildo machines while those juicy tits of yours are sucked dry by our milking machines.” He made lewd milking motions with his hands while the others around him snickered. “The lovely moans all you cock sleeves make while chained together in the milking pens will be your new favorite music!” His voice became more and more manic as he continued until he was nearly breathless from the depraved visions dancing through his demented mind.
Sarah and the others all stared at him as if he were crazy, which he mostly certainly seemed to be. Keeping women as livestock? It was a worse fate than Sarah could have ever imagined. The way he wanted into detail about what he planned to do with them made it clear that he absolutely relished it. Cutter and Priya were certainly correct – other people were far, far worse than the Krinis.
“Or maybe if we have a hard time putting a baby in you,” Sullivan continued, “you’ll have the honor of working out in the field with us as a lovely pack mule, like this slut here.” He whistled over his shoulder and one of the men standing closest to the tree line yanked on a thick chain in his hand, which proved to be attached to a crude metal collar around the neck of an attractive naked blonde woman who stumbled out into the clearing.
The chain connecting to the woman’s collar also had two smaller chains branching off that attached to piercings in her stiff nipples, causing her bountiful breasts to jostle and stretch as they were pulled tight by the chains. She regarded the group with weary, lightless brown eyes that showed no sign of resistance while a stream of drool continuously trickled down from her plump but cracked lips that were spread apart by a large ball gag.
Not that she was trying to speak much. The only sounds she made were small whimpers and moans, likely elicited by the pair of girthy, vibrating dildos that were kept snugly lodged in both her ass and pussy by a leather harness, which was the only thing she wore other than her collar. Her fluids flowed freely between her trembling legs and down to her bare feet that were covered in dirt and scratches from trekking through the forest.
A sudden orgasm caused the woman’s legs to buckle slightly and her back to slouch, upon which was a large, overstuffed backpack held up by her arms that were tied behind her back. This angered the man holding her collar, who gave the chain a quick yank to painfully tug at her tits and cause her to trip over onto her knees. The man swore at her and started forcing her to her feet as she stared blankly at her drool that was pooling in the dirt beneath her.
With a start, Sarah realized she recognized the poor woman: it was Jessica Tanner, one of the popular anchors of a local news station. She had seen the gorgeous woman over the course of many rushed mornings, often getting ready for her day alongside Jessica’s glowing smile and energizing humor. Now, she had been reduced to the ragged slave of these putrid men who were now spanking her jiggling ass as she struggled to stand and relieve the pain of the chain stretching out her nipples.
“H-how horrible...!” Zoey gagged, trying not to puke as tears filled her eyes. “What have you done to her!?”
“I’ll help you find out with your own body soon enough, girly. Right, Sullivan?” Said the greasy lanky guy standing behind Sullivan with a wheezing cackle. Hungrily looking Zoey’s skinsuit-clad body up and down while clearly fiddling with the tent in his pants.
“Shut the fuck up, Craig,” Sullivan barked, making the other man audibly whimper. “You know I get the first taste of new goods. But yeah. She’ll learn. They all will.”
“What do you do with the milk? Feed the babies?” Sarah heard herself blurt out. She gulped as everyone turned to stare at her. If the world ever returned to normal, she was definitely going to cross the accursed “boundless curiosity” off of her resume. Sarah squeezed her eyes closed, expecting Sullivan to blow up at her, or worse, but instead he seemed delighted by the question as his face twisted into a crooked yellow smile.
“The babies?” Sullivan and the rest of his crew laughed. “We don’t keep the damn babies around! We ain’t feeding useless mouths. No, we hand ‘em over to the creatures as a sort of peace offering. They take care of ‘em better than we ever could. The milk is for us! Rich, nutritious beverages are a rare commodity these days, you know? Why, it’s our prized export!”
“Y-you sick m-monsters...” Zoey gasped. The others all looked horrified as well, even Priya appeared disturbed as her aim wavered for the first time. “If you love sex so much, why not just give yourselves up to the aliens!?”
“The only thing I value more than good pussy is my freedom,” Sullivan responded, eyes wide as if stunned by the stupidity of her question. “Besides, I’ve seen the stuff those freaks make people do. I ain’t gonna end up sucking some other man’s dick like a fucking faggot!” Priya’s face twitched, and her hands began to shake with rage upon hearing the slur, but still she held steady, though it seemed like she was about to open fire at any moment.
Before she could do so, however, everyone’s attention was turned to the sound of snapping twigs coming from the side of the clearing near the dropped satchels and weapons. Much to Sarah’s disappointment, Steven’s whereabouts were suddenly revealed as he came stumbling into the clearing with one of Sullivan’s men holding a knife to his gulping throat. Sullivan and the rest of the group all turned to look at them.
“Lookie what I found here!” The burly man holding Steven cried out triumphantly. “There was a sneaky little rat trying to go for the stuff in the pile over there. Well, not as sneaky as he thought I guess!” He chuckled while forcing Steven to step forward into the center of the clearing, who had an apologetic look in his fearful eyes.
“I can’t stand rats sniffing around my food,” Sullivan grunted. “Bring him here.” The man obliged, shoving Steven ahead towards Sullivan, who pulled a large hunting knife out of a sheath on his belt before taking Steven in his free arm and holding the blade level with his neck. The steel was so close to Steven’s skin that a bead of sweat traveling down his throat easily slid onto the shimmering edge.
“Maybe now that I have your little friend here, you’ll all cooperate a bit more readily, eh?” Sullivan sneered, squeezing Steven tight against his pudgy, sweaty midsection, causing Steven to wince. Zoey’s face was ghostly pale, and judging by her worried expression, she, like Sarah, seemed willing to do anything to save her brother’s life. Priya, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered and ready to let off a few rounds at any moment.
It wasn’t clear if Priya was planning on some sort of heroics to save Steven, but it was more likely that she was thinking it was better to kill and be killed than suffer the same cruel fate as Jessica Tanner, and she probably couldn’t care less about Steven’s life regardless. Sarah decided to risk jumping in before things got bloody. The longer they stalled, the more time they had to figure out a plan, and judging by the way that A’luhr had been subtly looking around the area and testing the weight of the canisters in her hands, she was cooking something up.
“Now, then–” Sullivan began to say before Sarah suddenly interrupted him, despite all her instincts telling her not to.
“Y-you really shouldn’t drink human milk, y-you know?” Sarah stammered, doing her best to speak clearly despite her throat feeling so tight. Everyone turned to stare at her as though she were the crazy one here. “I’m a biologist, so trust me when I say that human milk isn’t particularly healthy for adults to drink. It can cause all sorts of–” BANG! Sarah flinched and Zoey shrieked as Sullivan fired off his gun, a bullet whizzing past Sarah’s head and splintering a tree behind her.
“I don’t usually miss when someone tries to order me around,” Sullivan spat, a vein bulging in his beet-red forehead. “You’re not a ‘biologist’; you’re fuck meat. You’re also lucky I’ve taken such a liking to that body of yours that’s built for fucking. Speaking of which, enough with the goddamn chit-chat. Let’s get a look at our goods, eh?” He seemed exasperated when Sarah and the others exchanged nervous, confused glances. “Strip naked, you stupid fucking sluts! We need to inspect those fat tits and tight cunts!” The rest of his crew snickered and whooped.
“S-Sarah!” Adam gasped as she slowly began to undo her suit, tears of embarrassment and rage welling in her eyes. She needed to buy time.
“‘Sarah’, eh?” Sullivan chuckled. “From now on, your name is ‘Cumslut 23’. And you lot will be Cumsluts 24, 25, and 26.” He gestured at Zoey, Priya, and A’luhr in order. “Go on now; show everyone here your big tits. I know your guy friends next to you have been dying to see them, right boys?” Cutter, Steven, and Adam scowled back at him. “Eh, you can thank me later. But see? I’m not such a bad guy; I give out little gifts like this now and then.” Zoey also began to disrobe, eliciting whistles and lewd cat calls from the men as her milky shoulders came into view, her suit slowly sliding down to reveal her cleavage as Sarah did the same.
“D-don’t look, Steven...” Zoey gulped, fighting back tears in her pleading eyes.
“Oh no, keep your eyes wide open, boy,” Sullivan sneered down at his hostage. You’ll be getting a front row seat to these tits. I might even have you suck on them a bit. Ain’t I nice?” Steven stared at his sister with a horrified expression, his legs shaking with fear, grief, and rage. Even though it was true that Steven and his sister had already shared several intimate experiences at this point, they had always been under the drug-like influence of the nectar, where everything felt like a dream. Now, they were all-too sober.
Despite Sullivan’s commands, A’luhr remained motionless, as did Priya, who glanced over at Cutter for a sign. Cutter shook his head with the barest of movements, twitching his index fingers towards A’luhr to draw Priya’s attention to the masked woman, who seemed to have finally decided on a course of action. A’luhr was no longer looking around the area but instead gently nodded at Cutter as if telling him to get ready for ... something. Appearing to understand Cutter’s meaning, Priya glared at A’luhr with a snarl on her face while reluctantly lowering her gun to begin unzipping her jacket.
“Hurry it up!” Sullivan commanded, spit flying from his mouth as his double chin shook. “You there, with the huge cans. What’s wrong, you shy?” He pointed his gun at A’luhr while licking his lips as if gazing upon a delicious meal. “Mmm ... I love the way your fat tits look while you carry those things; you’ll definitely make for a good mule. Craig, do we have any collars with us?”
“Uh...” The greasy man replied as he sifted through the heavy satchel on Jessica’s hunched back. “Yeah! We’ve got enough for all of ‘em!” He pulled out a few metal collars and some chains to match. Sarah wondered just how heavy that backpack must be.
“Good, good,” Sullivan murmured with a pleased expression on his face. “But we’re gonna need to get rid of that shy side of yours. Come over here and put on a little show for us, eh? Don’t worry; I’ll help.” He gestured at A’luhr with his gun. To Sarah’s surprise, A’luhr obediently walked forward, stretching out her long, slender legs in a sexy cat walk that made several of Sullivan’s ogling underlings gulp. She stopped a few feet away from him. “Won’t come any closer, huh?” Sullivan chuckled. “That shyness of yours really is adorable. Or is it pride?” He walked forward to meet A’luhr in the middle, swapping his knife and gun hands so that he could heft one of her breasts on the flat side of the blade. “I hope it’s pride. I love breaking strong women.” Steven looked like he was about to bite Sullivan’s hand off.
“Let’s get a look at this tight body,” Sullivan grinned, pressing the tip of his knife against A’luhr’s navel to pierce the fabric. A’luhr didn’t flinch. “Mmm ... I was right – you do think you’re a strong woman. I can’t wait to see what face you’ll be making while chained up to a milker and bent over in front of my thick cock.” He began to slide the knife up her chest, splitting the suit as he did so, until the blade passed between her breasts and popped a large hole open, revealing the light blue skin of her boobs as they bounced free of their support. “I can’t wait to wrap these tits around my di ... my...”
He trailed off, staring down at A’luhr’s skin, clearly flabbergasted. Cutter and Priya exchanged confused glances, unaware of what Sullivan was seeing.
“You’re kinkier than I thought!” Sullivan whistled, leaning in to inspect A’luhr’s partially exposed chest. “It’s not often these days that you see women with body paint.” He leaned forward and licked between her tits and up to her neck, though he was stopped by her sleek helmet. “This just makes me even more curious about what you’re hiding under here. Hold these, Craig, I want to do the honors myself.” Craig stepped forward next to Sullivan to take his leader’s gun and knife, pulling Steven away by the arm.
With his hands now free, Sullivan gripped the bottom of A’luhr’s helmet, who was still propping the helium canisters up on her shoulders. He slowly pulled the helmet up, allowing her silver hair to spill out down her back, and as he continued to lift it, the look of lustful impatience on his face morphed into bewilderment, and then into disgusted horror.
“W-what the fu–!?” Cutter stammered in shock, the rest of the men behind him also gasping and swearing as A’luhr’s inhumanly angular ears, antennae-like eyebrows, and gleaming yellow eyes were exposed. Cutter and Priya’s confusion only deepened as they were still unable to get a glance of A’luhr’s face. As far as they knew, Sullivan just really hated burn scars. “What the fuck are y–!?”
Taking advantage of this brief moment of everyone being stunned, A’luhr swiftly rammed her forehead down, loudly colliding with Sullivan’s skull. He grunted in pain and stumbled backward and the same time that A’luhr spun on her heel, her glimmering hair swirling around her as she roundhouse kicked him into Craig, who instinctively caught the fat man in his arms, releasing Steven. Before anyone had time to react, A’luhr used the momentum of her twirl to smash one of the helium canisters over Criag’s head, causing his eyes to roll back into his head as he collapsed on the ground beneath Sullivan’s impressive girth.
“Go!” A’luhr yelled over her shoulder, snapping her allies out of their own shock. With another twisting step, she concluded her spin by hurling the dented helium canister into the campfire behind the group of men.
For a moment, nothing happened other than Sullivan’s group panicking and scrambling to get away from the clearing. A’luhr was well aware that helium was not combustible, but heat would cause the pressurized gas to rapidly expand, and with the old canister already structurally compromised by the earlier impact, it wouldn’t be long until it blew. It turned out that it would only take five seconds, which was just enough time for everyone to realize what was happening and take a couple frantic steps away. They didn’t get far.
The trees shook from the massive, fireless explosion of the compressed helium rapidly bursting out of the tank. Sarah and the others had already dived into the tree line behind them, but Sullivan and his men weren’t as lucky. A hail of shrapnel from the shredded canister tore into their bodies, causing them to scream out in pain and fall to the ground, blindly firing their guns into the air.
Fortunately for Jessica, the much larger men surrounding her took the brunt of the blast, and the man holding her leash fell at her feet. The chaos seemed to break her out of her mind-broken stupor, and, realizing this was likely her only chance, she ran off into the woods as fast as she could, which was not very, given the weight of her luggage and the state of her legs. But adrenaline pushed her forward towards freedom as the chain around her neck jangled loudly behind her, her breasts swinging wildly as she disappeared into the trees.
A’luhr had grabbed Steven and hunkered over him, shielding him with her body as the metal shards pierced into her back. She winced in pain but didn’t hesitate for a moment to push Steven forward towards the tree line and begin bolting after him once the explosion died down.
“Kill them! Kill them now! Kill themmmmm!” Sullivan screamed and sputtered behind them, grabbing at his bleeding side. Steven and A’luhr rushed through the forest towards where they could see the rest of the group tearing through the branches ahead. Bullets began to whiz past their heads and smash into trees, causing splinters to rain around them as they ran. Right when it seemed like their luck was about to run out, the flurry of bullets suddenly stopped as a deafening, billowing roar that sounded like a ghastly chorus of moans reverberated through the woods, nearly causing Steven to trip over.
“Behemoth!” One of the men giving chase yelled in panic. Huge, stomping footsteps could be heard crashing through the forest nearby. Even if gunfire hadn’t been enough to attract the attention of the Krinis, the powerful explosion certainly was. The sounds of gunfire continued to pop around the area, but they were no longer directed at the fleeing group, but were instead aimed at something else – something that was approaching rapidly.
“This way!” Cutter yelled over his shoulder, veering off to set foot on a paved path that was snaking its way through the woods. The rest of the group followed suit, pounding down the path towards the park that was clearly nearby. As Sarah ran, she noticed that the snagging branches and piercing thorns of the underbrush they had pushed through had begun to damage the already worn fibers of her suit, leaving small tears that exposed her skin. The tightness of the fabric made each little gash stretch open to reveal a good deal of her body, exposing large patches of skin around her thighs, ass, stomach, and breasts that were once held tight by the suit but were now beginning to painfully bounce as the outfit’s integrity began to fail.
A’luhr quickly caught back up despite the amber blood streaming down her back, her outfit in similar disarray. Her once pristine, white suit was now blotted with dirt and blood stains, and numerous large holes made her creamy blue skin impossible to hide. One particularly large tear on her chest even revealed a portion of her purple areola, but she paid neither her suit nor her pain any mind as she focused on optimally pathing through the trees with her lithe body.
Even so, it was clear that her injuries were taking a toll on her, as the usually lightning-fast alien woman only managed to reach the path a mere several seconds before Steven, who was already wheezing from exertion. It seemed like he was doing his best not to seem weak next to A’luhr, who was pushing ahead without complaint despite her slight limp.
“Over here! Into the bathroom!” Cutter called out, beckoning to the pair of them while the rest of the group ran past him into a small concrete building. After confirming that Steven and A’luhr had heard him, Cutter dashed after the others into the section marked “Women”. There was no doorway, just a hallway with a divider wall to prevent people from easily looking into the restrooms, so Steven and A’luhr were able to easily skid into the confined area where everyone else was crouching down in the large handicap stall near the end. Zoey waved them over to join them before Adam hastily slammed the stall door closed and locked it.
The bathroom smelled damp and earthy, with the only source of light in the otherwise dark interior being a pair of small, dirty windows near the ceiling that were home to several small spiders that waited in their webs, unbothered by their new company. The handicap stall was rather spacious compared to the other three stalls in the bathroom, but even then, it was still pretty cramped with seven people hunkering down together. For a minute, the only sounds were the distant gunfire, thunderous groans, and the sounds of everyone’s exhausted panting.
Sarah, her throat dry as a bone, glanced into the toilet bowl to consider her options, but the water had long since evaporated. Not sure if she was disappointed or not, she glanced up at Priya who was sitting on the side of the toilet, her gun still in her hand, though it was shaking more than it had been back at the clearing.