EnuoCale

          “What happened back there? What's going on? Was that some type of genetic modification?”            Louis was panting. He grabbed a pair of medical tongs, and began to dig a bullet out of his arm.          “That's possible. I knew they were dangerous, but no one has ever seen anything like this before.  We can't wait any longer to move out against them.”          “Huh?”          “I mean it won't be long before they realize how many of us there are in the capital. I have to send out the word to everyone, including those on the outside.”           Louis ripped the bullet out squirti

          “Left, right.”          “Left, right.”          “Left, right.”          “Seriously, fuck this.”            Training fourteen hours a day had not been too easy on Adam. To be fair, Louis had been nice enough to make him do much less the first two weeks, in slow increasing increments. Or maybe that's not really fair at all, since he was still kidnapped more or less. Even if he kind of agreed to stay of his own will after the fact. Adam wondered how similar what he was doing to what real armies did was. Louis had a lot of space, amidst various abandoned things, and a seemingly much la

            "Ugh. Where am I? Why does my head hurt?"              Adam looked up, to see a blank ceiling.            "This doesn't look familiar."              He turned his head left, to find a large shirtless man.             "hmm. I guess I was raped. Yeah, that's pretty bad."             "..."             "Or... drunk I guess? That would explain why my head hurts so much. This is a thing that happens when you get drunk, right?"             "Wait, but I don't drink?"               He turned his head the other way, to find another large man of similar demeanor.              "Huh. But I couldn't have been that drunk."  

            "Knock knock."             Adam woke up. He felt like it was early, but the room was still dark. It wasn't the boiler room he had been kept in for the time before he could move. They had moved him to another spare apartment of his own. There were certainly enough of them. Not that that made it any lighter, with minimal lights shining in through the windows, even during the day.            "Who's there?"            "Side."            "Side who?"            "We're already inside. Hurry and get up, sleepyhead, we're going out to have fun today!"              Adam opened his eyes again to realize that Matty and Sandy were

            "It really happens that often?"             Sophie got an annoyed expression.            "Don't get the wrong idea. It's not like it happens every day. But it does happen. We actually had a lock on your door to make sure she couldn't get in, but... she appears to have broken it."            "What happened to make her like this?            "I really don't know the full story. She won't tell me. Or at least what she does tell is somewhat sporadic and not very consistent. It revolves around abusive parents of some kind. Not very many details to go on besides that. She apparently doesn't want to talk about it I guess."      

         "Take off your pants."          Adam jumped awake.          He wasn't sure what he had just heard, but he had hoped it was some kind of a dream. Not really, since he certainly wouldn't have wanted to admit it was his dream, and was a bit worried at the prospect of such a thing. But he was also certain that it was not, so he was even more worried about that. There was a lot of worry going on all around.          "E... Excuse me?"          "I said; take off your pants."           Wilhelmina, the roughly-around-ten-or-eleven-or-whatever year old girl Sophie looked after was kneeling on top of his sheets, holding a knife to his

           "So that's about everything. A brief history of the time I spend in my ruined city."             Adam had been feeling a bit better. Not enough yet that he could walk, or get up much, without a wheelchair, but he had certainly been improving rather than dep... deproving? ...getting worse. Sophie would come occasionally, bringing a little girl he didn't recognize; or the twins would come and talk to him from time to time. Or they would watch movies with him, or whatever other boring things people do with people who can't wa