BLOODWORTH 2: Darkest Drought by Tai Goodman (best motivational books .TXT) 📕

around its neck. "Disgusting." Phoenix slit the man's throat, having puss drip all over Phoenix's boots. "You got my fucking boots all wet- YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW." Phoenix kicked the shambler so hard, his foot pierced through the ribcage and ended up on the other side. Pulling it back through was a cinch, and hauled the entire ribcage through the man's chest on his foot. 

Phoenix removed the ribcage (now broken in half), and then sliced open a shambler's stomach. Guts and blood hit the pavement. And a cleaver hit and split open the woman's skull. "BITCH." 

 

More and more were approaching. "Alright we gotta go!" 

 

Phoenix lifted the motorcycle upwards, freeing Tyler. Strings of blood and flesh were dripping from the motorcycle's chassis to his leg's wound. "AAHHHHH!"

He shushed Tyler in order to prevent more from approaching. "Shut your mouth or else more will come!" Phoenix ordered Tyler, with a finger over his lips. Tyler nodded twice, attempting to stand. He failed, falling back to the ground. "Come on!" 

Phoenix wrapped his arm around Tyler's, heaving up upwards. Tyler fell onto the back seat of the motorcycle, and Phoenix mounted the vehicle again. "Let's go." The two speeded down the street. Phoenix's mask had the speed limit of 64 MPH in red font on the screen. 

Chapter V: Dead Set

 "I can't believe we made it!"

 

"We made it by a.. A freaking hair, if you would've moved out from under the choppercycle, we wouldn't be in this situation." 

Tyler's face morphed into a scowl. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. But it's not my fault."

 

30 MINUTES LATER

Phoenix and Tyler had arrived at a big white building, with a moderate amount of shamblers roaming around the front mindlessly. "Alright, let's go!" said Phoenix, inspiring Tyler to move. The two scurried into the building, ending up being put at gunpoint by a scientist with a Luger.

 

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he questioned the two. 

 

"Buddy I'm not here to hurt you, lower your weapon," Phoenix told him. 

 

A shambler hit the glass face first, chomping at the three. All three faced their attention to them, then back to the conversation at hand. "Anyways, we're here to help." 

 

"Yeah right. You're the masked terror. And putting you down might put me in the history books." Phoenix grabbed the barrel of the gun, forcing it backwards into the scientist's shoulder, and yanked it out of his hand. Now he had two shotguns. "Now you're on the end of the gun. Who are you?"

 

"I'm a scientist-"

 

"CUT THE SHIT. Gimme your name." 

 

"I'm Dr. Evan Fogarty. I work in the biological weapons division-"

Phoenix pointed the shotgun barrel closer to the man's face. "Alright, keywords: Biological Weapons. What does that mean, you make viruses into weapons?"

"No, no! We examine weaponized biological organisms."

 

"...that spread outside the boundary-"

 

"HOW ABOUT YOU LOWER THE GUN? HUH?
WE'VE BEEN HELPING OUT YOUR FUCKING COUNTRY SINCE WE WERE MADE IN 1901. 

YOU KNOW WHAT WE DID? WE HELPED FIND CURES FOR NASTY STUFF YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO GET OUT.

MEASLES. WEAPONIZED SMALLPOX. OTHER SHIT THAT COULD WIPE OUT THE WHOLE COUNTRY! 

THEY BLOCKED OFF THE EXITS TO LOUSIANA, EVEN THE WATER. WE CAN'T GET OUT UNTIL WE LIBERATE THE VIRUS."

 

Phoenix lowered his shotgun. "That's what I thought. But since you're here, you could do us all a favor." Evan lead him into the laboratory were a device stationed in the center of the room was being tinkered on. "I'm the only scientist left. Everybody else is either dead or knawing on people's knees." 

The device powered on, then powered off. "I've got everything set up. But one thing is required, I need a power source. The main power is out, but going into the power zone of the station is like committing suicide without knowing it. You're strong. If you turn it on, we can eliminate the gene within people that have conducted the virus, switching them back to normal."

 

Phoenix nodded and walked his way over to the door. "I'll be back." He headed to the power room. Evan opened the door and remarked, "Good luck!"

Phoenix headed into the dark room, and switched on a flashlight. "Can't see SHIT." Phoenix walked deeper into the place, waving his flashlight around. He passed a shelf with materials on it, several computer desks, windows of test rooms, and other items. And then he bumped into something. Aiming his flashlight at it, it was the power source. "Are you shitting me, Evan? Was it really that hard?"

He opened the panel, and pulled the circuit breaker upwards. The power came back on, and lights illuminated the hallway and room. Several shamblers were revealed to be in the room.

 

"Oh, this is gonna get bad." 

 

Phoenix watched a scientist leap off of a computer desk and hit the wall, then straighten itself up and snarl at him. "FUCK OFF." Phoenix blasted it in the face with his shotgun. Another one came out of nowhere with goggles on. Phoenix shoved it aside into a window, busting their skull open. The amount of scientists in the room was overwhelming. "SHIT!"

 

Phoenix sprinted all the way back to the central room and locked the door behind him. "YOU COULD'VE WARNED ME!"

 

"ABOUT WHAT?"

"THAT THERE WAS LIKE A FUCKING HUNDRED IN THERE- Nevermind just DO THE THING!"

 

"Right. And this MIGHT make you go into sh-"

 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO THE THING!"

 

Evan flipped the circuit breaker... And darkness for Phoenix. "Sleeping time, old man." 

Chapter VI: Freedom on the Inside

 "I'm saved from this parasite inside of me. Wasn't looking forward to becoming a wolf anytime soon. Not even sure if it would've happened again. Sure, we're cured of the virus. But we're still inside of this sinkhole of a state." 

Phoenix awakened in the laboratory. "Phoenix, wake up. You might wanna get going before some of the Nazi soldiers come and take you away." Phoenix questioned, "Tyler, you should come with me. You can help us out when we fight for freedom."

 

"I don't wanna get shot, that's the problem."

 

"You won't if you don't do anything wrong on the field. Come on, we need people like you." Tyler disagreed and stayed back. 

Phoenix walked outside and Tyler followed him, saying, “WAIT! I’ll come with you.” Phoenix nodded, with his mask giving Tyler a thumbs-up. The two headed off on the choppercycle. Driving through town, people were getting up off of the street, covered in blood, bite wounds, and etc.

The announcer systems projected, “We have cleared the virus from your bodies, Louisiana. Continue your lives normally. If you find someone affected by the virus that wasn’t cured, report it immediately.” Phoenix kept on driving by.

 

PHOENIX’S RESIDENCE

Phoenix drove into the garage, past James’ corpse. “Gonna have to sweep that outta the driveway.” Phoenix proceeded inside, where there was banging on the basement door.

“PHOENIX?”

“ANYONE?”

“HALLO!?”

Phoenix jogged over to the door while Tyler made himself at home. He unlatched and unlocked the basement door, and then Abhy, Peter, and Hans emerged from the room. Abhy hugged Phoenix removed his mask for him. “There’s my loving husband.”

The two kissed for a few seconds, and Pete said, “Whoa, who’s that on the couch?”

 

“That’s Tyler. I met him on the way to save this place from the virus. Didn’t take too long, to be honest. The scientists at the station have this…”emergency thing” that destroys the material in the body affiliated with the virus. He flipped a switch and everyone’s normal… I guess. But the weird thing is, I also got bit. But I never turned- Well, I did. But not into one of those freaks.”

 

Pete, with a confused look, questioned him, “Well.. What did you get?”

 

“I became a wolf or something. I saw someone else who had the same thing happen to them. Let’s not get into detail about that, though.”

 

“Ja. Ja. So let’s CELEBRATE who prevented us from dying. Today is for HERR PHOENIX!” Hans announced. Phoenix shrugged his shoulders and said, “Can’t argue with that.” Everybody grabbed a beer from the fridge and started drinking.

 

Minutes later, Hans walked over to Peter.

 

“Jesus… Zhat bite on your neck looks big. Reminds me of my vife.” Peter paid attention, pointing at him with a drunk facial expression. “I just had a daydream that I had SEX with your wife!”

The two started laughing and eventually hit the floor. “VAIT, VHAT?”

 

Tyler walked in on Phoenix and Abhy in their bedroom, and Phoenix said, “WHOA, HOLD YOUR HORSES COWBOY!”

Tyler walked back out and shut the door. “What did you need?”

“Where’s more beer?”

 

“It’s in the mini-fridge in the garage.”

Tyler grinned and walked into the garage. Once the mini-fridge was opened, Tyler grabbed two bottles. “Hear hear!”

And then thirty minutes later, all five of the people were outside looking at James’ remains. Phoenix, wobbling back and forth, pointed at Peter and said, “Hey… we knew this guy, right?”

Peter eyeballed him a little bit. “Nope. Never seen this guy in my life.” Phoenix searched for the ID and found his identification card. “His name is.. Uh….”

Phoenix’s vision kept zooming in and zooming out under the influence of alcohol. “It says: Waterfall… Orange…. Mustache…. James.”

 Tyler started laughing and then said, "What the hell are we even doing right now?"

An hour into the party, Peter and Tyler were having a drinking contest of shotglasses. They just finished their fifth shot. "Come on, man. I can drink more than you can drink til your face turns red."

 

"Oh yeah? Well slap my knee and do... er... SOMEthing..." 

Peter threw his shotglass across the room and hit Phoenix in the shoulder, doing nothing. Phoenix went, "Ow," squinting and smiling.

Chapter VII: Trouble on the Homefront

AFTER THE PARTY

 

Phoenix and the rest were in the living room watching television. There was a football game on the screen. Phoenix then looked closer at the screen and noticed one team was full of white people and the other was full of coloreds and jews. "Alright that's