Finally the RV was rolling across the desert again. This time there was only the single vehicle with nine ultra-muscular women and one young man weighing it down. With all that extra weight, Jack had been worried about it breaking down, so he fortified it with parts from many of the other vehicles. Now it looked more like a tank than a recreational vehicle. Normally that kind of retrofit would take weeks to accomplish, but when your help is as strong as fifty men, work goes a lot faster.
It was now early morning and they had driven through the night with surprisingly no attacks. In the past, they wouldn’t have dreamed of traveling at night because that was when the fem-zombies were most active. Alice had driven through the night while the girls all rested. Now she slept alone in the back while Summer drove and the rest of the girls grew ever more impatient. They were rested and ready for whatever was coming for them.
The hours dragged on. The girls spent the time challenging each other to strength contests. After the previous day’s demonstration, everyone had assumed Valerie would be the strongest since she was the biggest of all the girls. But another girl named Angela seemed to come out of nowhere and blow everyone away. She wasn’t nearly as big as Valerie or Summer, but her muscles were solid and she was absolutely ripped. Unlike most of the girls, Angela didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. Her skin seemed to be painted on her bulging muscles and you could see every rippling muscle fiber. She wasn’t extremely vascular, but the few veins that did criss-cross her muscles were fat with pulsed with blood. The only part of her body that was not ultra-shredded were her breasts. They weren’t nearly as big as any of the other girls, but were still impressive.
Like Valerie, she was one of the girls who had just tried to stay out of the way in the past. So when she sat down to face Maya in an arm-wrestling match and removed the extra-large jacket she wore, everybody gasped at the site of her. It was obvious she wasn’t as big as most of the girls, not even as big as Maya, but she just looked like the most formidable opponent any of them could imagine.
Angela was a shy girl, not even eighteen yet, and blushed at everyone’s reaction when she revealed her body. Beneath her jacket, she had on a simple sleeveless, lowcut undershirt that clung tightly to her body. With every movement she made, you could see her muscle fibers binding and flexing. She beat everybody in arm wrestling. The only person she struggled with was Valerie, who was six inches taller and looked at least twice as big as her. But Angela’s muscles were harder and in the end, stronger.
And so it went on. The RV continued to roll through the seemingly endless desert while the girls entertained themselves by exploring and testing out their new bodies. It wasn’t long before they had all discovered just how much female muscle turned on Jack, and, partly to tease him, partly because it excited them, too, the girls let him measure their muscles. Jack could barely control himself. The girls were beyond sexy to him, it was like living out a sexual fantasy.
Maya was, of course, the worst at teasing him. It turned her on to no end to watch Jack’s reaction as he measured her twenty inch biceps. She took it a step further and had him measure the rest of her body, claiming that she was just curious. Actually, she just wanted to feel his fingers on her muscles. She had him measure her forearms, her waist, her bust, her calves and nearly lost herself when he measured her thighs. As his fingers brushed the sensitive skin between her legs, her automatic reflex was to squeeze her powerful legs together, pushing his hands up to her crotch and she gasped in pure pleasure. Abruptly, she let go of him, realizing they weren’t in any sort of privacy and muttered, “Sorry.”
“Yeah, right,” Valerie said, grinning. “I think you’ve had enough fun, Maya. My turn,” she said stepping up to Jack and flexed her biceps. “Lets see how big this baby is.”
Her impossibly large biceps rose up to her fist and Jack had to let out another whole foot of tape measure to wrap it around her arm: thirty-eight inches. “Wow,” he muttered in awe and Valerie grinned.
Finally, after several more hours of the girls teasing Jack and increasing sexual tensions, the RV came to a sudden stop. They had actually started playing strip poker and Jack was down to his boxers and several of the girls were sitting in nothing but panties. Summer had even joined in.
They all looked up and saw Alice coming back from the drivers seat. She looked at them, shook her head, but smiled.
“All right girls, get dressed and get your heads on straight.”
“Are we there?” Jack asked, blushing. His face was as bright as a tomato.
“We’re close, real close. I just want to make sure we’ll be ready once we arrive and it doesn’t look like we are yet.”
“Sorry,” Maya said.
“No, don’t be. You all needed some time to relax, to clear your heads and enjoy yourselves. But now its time to focus. I have no idea what we’ll be driving into, but I have a feeling its going to be big and dangerous. Get dressed. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

In the few months they had together, Richard had told Alice that the entire Canopy Group’s facility had collapsed not long after they had escaped, so she was a little surprised when they crested a hill and found the entire facility exactly as she remembered it. And it wasn’t just that the building was still there, all the landscaping looked perfect and maintained. It was the first vegetation anyone had seen in years. The grass spread out about fifty yards from the facility and just died off into desert.
That was strange, but what really had all of Alice’s attention were the millions of female zombies surrounding the facility. They didn’t seem to be doing much of anything. They were just roaming around, bouncing off each other with only a few getting into fights.
“Oh, fuck,” Summer muttered as she saw the mass of disgustingly muscled and malformed dead women in front of them. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to kick some zombie ass,” Alice said. “Your girls ready for this?”
“Let’s do it,” Valerie said.
“All right, here’s the plan. I need to get into that building so I’m just going to drive into it. When we meet resistance, we exit the bus and keep moving forward. Don’t waste time fighting, just keep moving. If the men are still alive, they’re probably three stories down in a holding cell. Once we find them, I want three of you to help them get back to the bus. The rest of us will go on and find what ever Debra Pagliano has become and finish this.”
“You really think we can finish this?” Summer asked.
“Those monsters out there are dead, but something is keeping them alive. I believe that something is at the heart of this facility. When we destroy it, those zombies will die too, eventually.
“We’ll need someone to protect Jack. He’ll be needed on the base in case we run into some technical problems.”
“I’ll do that,” Maya said.
“Good. Then are we ready?”
“Yeah. Lets move,” Summer said.
“All right, then hang on,” Alice said and slammed her foot down on the gas peddle.
The large vehicle picked up speed as it approached the compound and they slammed through the chain-linked fence blocking the entrance at the guard booth without even slowing down. Alice turned the wheel, and directed the RV toward the dense crowd of zombies. A few seconds later they plowed into the crowd at about ninety miles per hour. The sheer mass of the creatures instantly brought their momentum to a halt, and the RV came to an abrupt stop.
Alice turned around from the drivers seat. “Everyone all right?”
The girls, of course were fine. Maya had wrapped her big arms around Jack, cradling him as if he were a small child.
“We’re all fine,” Summer said after making a quick glance around the RV. Just then, the whole RV began to rock back and forth.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Alice said as the vehicle began to rise off the ground. She looked outside the window and almost wretched at the scene. Thousands of creatures, all dead and rotting filled the view. They were all female, of course, but barely recognizable. Their bodies had been dead for too long and their extreme muscle growth had mutilated their bodies so much that they were now barely recognizable as human, let alone female. Some of them still had remnants of clothing, but mostly they were naked. One monstrous girl, who looked like she had been not much more than a teenager when she mutated crawled up onto the hood. She had no pants on , but somehow still retained a pair of pink, dirty panties. Her bulging upper body was naked and seemed to be mostly intact. Thick veins pulsed over her bare breasts that oozed some king of milky green liquid from her nipples. Her face was pasty-white. Her teeth were gone. Her skin had rotted away from the left side of her face and a clot of muscle was protruding from her cheek.
Alice stared at her in horror. It was her youth that had momentarily caught her off guard, but when she pounced at the windshield sending a blast of shattered glass into bus, her heightened senses took over and she found herself moving instinctively. She grabbed the creature before it got up, ripped its head off and threw its body out the hole it had just created.
“Everybody out!” she ordered and began pushing the girls off the bus and into the zombies.
The next couple of minutes were a blur for every one of the girls. To the zombies, all they were was fresh meat. And they were hungry, so hungry. They attacked with everything they had, just wanting a bite, to eat them all, eat them until there was nothing left. But somehow, they couldn’t get close to the muscled girls.
The girls exited the bus, fists raised. Their instincts took complete hold of their muscles and their bodies became pure weapons. They could smell the stench of the creatures and they could see every detail of what was happening, but it was like they were seeing it a moment delayed. Their fists would react faster than their brains could comprehend what they were seeing. Maya would see a creature trying to bite down on her leg, but it would already be flying through the air as her boot would have already connected with its head from a kick she didn’t remember ordering.
“Keep moving!” Alice ordered as the crowds of zombies continued to grow around them. She plowed through the creatures with more force than the RV had been able to create and cleared a path for the girls. She was aiming for the front entrance, but she couldn’t see anything through the crowds of monsters. There was no way to know for sure if she was even heading in the right direction. She had learned to trust her instincts, however and in the end it paid off. A little while later, the front door was right in front of her and she yelled out, “We made it! Inside, everyone!” She was about to hit the front door, but instead, it simply slid open, startling her momentarily. At that moment, she should have been attacked, but instead, she realized the creatures were staying away, as if they were afraid of whatever was inside. She turned around and to her horror saw no one she knew. The girls were gone and there were only monstrous women snarling at her. But they were retreating at the sight of the interior of the building.
“Shit,” she muttered. Half of her wanted to go back, find the girls, but she knew it was pointless. They were gone. She looked at the mob of creatures and knew nothing could survive that. Guilt rattled her as she knew she had just murdered all those girls.
She turned back to the front lobby. It was clean, spotless actually. She took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold. The door swished closed behind her and she paused a moment to take in the scene.
It was impossible. It was exactly how she remembered it to be. The ceramic floors glistened. The walls were spotless. It even smelled clean.
And there was a girl at the front desk. Not a mutated muscle girl. Just a nicely dressed, young girl. Gretchen. Alice even remembered her name. It was Gretchen the receptionist.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck’s going on here?” she murmured to herself and stepped into the lobby.
“Hello Alice,” Gretchen said with a smile as Alice moved toward the desk.
“Gretchen?” Alice said quizzically. She felt totally unnerved. Somehow this was worse than the creatures outside. At least she knew what she was dealing with out there. Gretchen couldn’t be real. Then what was she?
“We’ve missed you. Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” Alice said. Her eyes darted around the lobby and she realized there were others around that she recognized. People were walking around normally, talking, working. It was as if the last eight years had never actually happened.
Gretchen set some papers down, stood up and walked around her desk to face Alice. Something about her walk seemed unnatural, but Alice couldn’t place it. Like everything else, Gretchen just seemed wrong.
“The director is so looking forward to seeing you. She’s waiting downstairs.”
“The director? So Debra is still alive.”
“Oh yes, Ms. Pagliano is very much alive,” Gretchen said with a giggle. “But she’s no longer the director. Shannon White has taken over operations since the incident.”
Alice remained silent. The last time she had seen Shannon, Alice had put her fist into her head. She couldn’t be alive.
“Please follow me. I’ll take you to her.”
Alice followed the young receptionist feeling confused and out of place. The girl was extremely pretty and reminded Alice of herself eight years ago. She had on a medium length skirt that revealed long slender legs. Her button down blouse was open just enough to reveal a slight bit of cleavage. Alice used to love dressing like that: professional and sexy. She loved the attention she used to get.
Now, dressed in torn, dusty, greasy leather clothes, she felt everything but sexy. Her skin was dark from being out in the sun for too long, and, like her clothes, it was covered in grease and dust. She suddenly realized how much she wanted a shower. Her hair was long and beginning to mat. And still, after so long, she found herself self-conscious about her muscles. Compared to the sexy little girl she followed, she felt like a beast.
Gretchen took her to an elevator and they dropped several stories before the doors opened again. “Ms. White is at the end of the hallway,” Gretchen said and motioned for Alice to get off the elevator. Hesitantly, Alice did, and the doors to the elevator swished closed.
Alice recognized where she was immediately. This was the same floor Vincent had brought her to so long ago. Where her husband was being held at gunpoint and where they had forced her to take her clothes off. This was where it had all begun.
And this was where it was going to end, she thought to herself.