Desolation - Part 1: Another day in the Apocalypse

She was panting. Hard. Straining hard. They were coming for her. All of the them. They were after. For escaping the hell breeding chambers. The hounds of hell. Five demonic riders who will stop at nothing to bring her sorry quarries back to their unholy master. After all she belonged to him. But Anna didn't want to belong to some demon who would abuse her body to breed more of his kind. Anna wanted to be free. Free from the pain of carrying infinite hordes of these unholy creatures who have housed themselves in her womb.

The ground was hard and the shed was dark with only a window at the side, the moonlight shining down on the poor revealing her giant and grotesque stomach which pulsed and thrashed around, tightening as Anna pushes down. Her legs were wide apart but were slightly restricted due to the elasticity of her silver spandex Capri leggings that had a hole around her vulva area, revealing her sore birth canal which was already in full dilation. Her red frill shirt was covered in sweat and raised back forth with Anna's perky and milk filled breasts.

Anna sat up straight, her hands pressed down on the floor and her wavy dark brown hair dripping with sweat; she screeched and shrieked as she pushes down. She quickly pushes down with a loud shriek and another shriek and then with a loud strain - her birth canal spewing out a stream of black amniotic fluid mixed with her blood and vaginal mucus. She looked down again in between her legs and pushes down with a yelp and then pushes down with a loud cry - the tip of a demon head slowly breaching her fully dilated  birth canal.

She screams in agony, her stomach tightening, as she slowly forces the entire demon's head, shrieking as the horns scrape against her flesh. Then suddenly she hears a loud scream from outside the shed, a scream resembling a banshee and quickly looks down at the demon squatting in her vagina. "They've found me" she thought and then Anna quickly pushes down with out a sound and pants rapidly, watching shadows move across the wall. They were in the garden, the hounds. She could hear them. The clicking/crunching sound made from their teeth and the growls made from their three headed winged wolves.

Anna turns back to the demon squatting inside her already dilated birth canal, it's red skin moist with her black amnion and vaginal mucus, the musky smell travelling into her nose. She pushes down and then suddenly shrieks a few times and screams out loud as she slowly forces out the demon's large shoulders - the demon's size widening her legs to impossible feats, her pelvis clicking. Suddenly she heard banging on the door, her eyes darting towards it with fear in her eyes and then suddenly the door boots open and they were standing there.

The hounds are fairly tall demons with dark grey skin, black eyes, tattoos across their body and wearing biker gear. They were silent and looked at Anna lean her head back, screaming in agony as she forced out the demon to their elbows and with another push, she screamed forcing their arms out. Panting heavily and looking down at the demon, Anna shrieked, screeched and then cried out trying to push the demon out of her body but then suddenly she screamed out loud, finally forcing the demon all the way out her birth canal with wet pop and a splash of liquid.

With Anna panting and sighing in relief, one hound pulls out a chain and whips it around Anna's ankle who shrieks and then suddenly a second hound whips a chain around her second ankle immediately. There the hounds quickly yank Anna towards them who shrieks and screams, pulling her outside the shed and hooking her up onto two of the winged wolves.

"No, please don't!!!" Begged Anna as she is pulled across her back and onto the grass, watching the hounds mount on top of their steeds. Sobbing Anna screamed and turned back to the shed, watching the demon newborn stand to it's feet, reveal its wings and burst out of the shed flying into the sky to terrorize its first victims. "No! Stop!!! Somebody help me!!!" She screamed as the two wolves lift off into the air, their wings beating hard and with Anna helplessly being carried off into the, hanging upside down. Then the other three wolves lift off into the sky and follow the other two, flying over Los Angeles while Anna's screams echo across the city.

In her barricaded apartment in crown plaza hotel, Samantha Robinson, beautiful woman with long medium red brown wavy hair, blue eyes, red lipstick on her lips and wearing a white smart shirt, black spandex high waist Capri leggings and black rhinestone red bottom ankle strap buckle peep toe platform heels; retches and throws up her entire lunch and supper in the sink violently. Her face going beet red and sweat developing across her forehead, Samantha retches and vomits several times before burping one last time and spewing the last of her meal into the sink - this lasting for 30 minutes.

Suddenly a loud scream escapes into her house and Samantha raises her head up, listening to it and listening to where it came from. There she gently puts her hand over her large stomach housing her next Cronan offspring, the size of someone carrying an adult; pink, tight, round and pulsing - her veins popping out at the end of her belly button. She tapped it gently with her fingers, looking at it gurgle, heave back and forth and bounce - the Cronan kicking her from the inside.

"Are you okay mom?" Came a voice from her living room, a voice of a twelve year old child.

"Um yes, honey. Thank you." Replied Samantha who walks out the bathroom, panting from the strain and her other hand pressed against her back. Her high heels clopping on the wooden floor, Samantha walks out the bathroom corridor and walks into the living room; a small living area with a TV, a table and a bed. The windows are boarded up and the only source of light is tall lamp laying in the corner of the room, next to a machine gun and a machete along with a baseball bat, sword and several boxes of ammo.

On the sofa, playing on an old PSP, was a Cronan about the size of a ten year old boy instead of the usual adult sized versions of her species; Stinger was his name and he had dark grey skin, black eyes, alien tattoos on his body and wore only black trousers. Samantha's son. Samantha of course was a cyclic carrier, women who are forced to permanently breed Cronans and demons for eternity without ageing whatsoever. Samantha was impregnated by a fallen angel when they and the Cronan invaded earth two years ago - Azazel was his name.

While enjoying a nice night out with her friends and family along with her boyfriend, the twenty nine year old Samantha spotted the fallen angels come and attack Los Angeles where she was separated from her family and friends and was impregnated there - forced to become a cyclic carrier for eternity. However during her eighteen month in as a cyclic carrier, a group of rebels rescued her from the demons that terrorized and raped her but when she thought that she was free, the rebels wanted to use her to breed an army of Cronan to fight against their oppressors.

But Samantha was tired and fled to this apartment in Crown Plaza, a place occupied by zombies and vampires but her only safe haven where she boarded up the windows and did her best to remain quiet throughout this time. While surviving, Samantha everyday gave birth to Cronan offspring in the morning outside the hotel and has learnt to push silently throughout that time. But one day after doing this for nearly six months she gave birth to a very sickly Cronan and although she initially wanted to abandon him like the rest of the brood she birthed and leave him to die, a sudden maternal instinct kicked in and she immediately took the Cronan to her apartment. There she breast fed him, which surprisingly got him better, and raised him as her son which he is.

But to some degree of hope over the past couple of months, Samantha learnt that her father, Steven Robinson, was still alive and had been surviving all on his own trying to look for her ever since the invasion. She bumped into him when scouting for food on her own in one of the nearby Walmart (now completely stripped of food) stores and brought him to her hideout as well as introducing him to her Stinger almost two days after he was born - which to her surprise, her father quickly bonded with her alien offspring. But on his way out he was attacked by a flood of zombies and vampires much to her dismay and even though he sounded like it was the end of him, some place in her heart Samantha believed that he was still alive. But her mother. Her mother. The person who vowed to protect her, she was...she was...she was something else. Though partially relieved that she was alive, Samantha knows knows that she was too far gone to be even called her mother anymore and Samantha dreaded the day that she will ever see her again.

Despite his size and intelligence, Stinger is actually only three weeks old; a gene Cronan have is to be completely aware of everything around them from two days old at birth. And due to his sickness when he was a newborn, Stinger is the size of a ten year old and is slightly weaker than other Cronan although he can carry five tons a this age. Stinger turns around to Samantha walk towards him, a smile on her face, before turning back to the PSP.

"What are you playing?" Asked Samantha, standing opposite Stinger and her hand on the sofa while ignoring her large girth rumble and heave back and forth, the sounds of the roaring Cronan housed inside of her womb becoming distorted from the amnion.

"GTA" replied Stinger, his finger jamming against the buttons of the PSP, controlling the car he stole in the game. "Its a very fascinating game. If I'm honest, its my favourite game. More than transformers"

"You do know GTA is for 18 year olds and over, right?"

"Yes"

"And how old are you?"

"Mom. I'm an intelligent alien from another world who pretty much knows everything about the solar system from the moment we're born"

"Yet you're only three weeks old and you are still my baby. So turn that game off"

"Really?"

"Yes. Turn it off."

"But can I play for another ten minutes?"

"I said that thirty minutes ago before I was being sick in the bathroom, that's more than enough time to play. And besides I don't want you to get influenced by that game. So give it to me now?"

"Okay" Stinger sagged his head and turned off the game, holding out the PSP to Samantha who takes it and takes out the game disc from the console.

"Thank you" she said and walked over to a shelf on the wall, propping the game there. She turned to Stinger who looked at her with glassy begging eyes "that's not going to work on me"

Samantha walks over to the sofa and sits next to Stinger, her weight, slightly unbalancing her son on the cushion and causing him to land on her giant circumference. Samantha giggled and watched Stinger shake the pain off before giggling himself; she rests her feet on the coffee table in front, her high heels scraping against the glass surface and pushing Stinger's and her empty plates. There Samantha wraps her arms around her son and pulls him towards her, his head resting against her left perky breast.

"You feeling okay now, mom?" Asked Stinger with an innocent tone that melted Samantha's heart "Sounded very bad when you were being sick in the toilet"

"I think that meat I had was partially raw" replied Samantha, looking down at her son's concerned expression "And it hurt throwing up pretty much all the food I had today. But I'm okay now"

"Good. I don't like seeing you in pain, especially when you're...you know" Stinger quickly sits up and spreads his legs wide apart, breathing rapidly and pretending to give birth. Samantha blushed and giggled with embarrassment, her face turning red, and playfully slaps Stinger in the shoulder.

"That is not funny Stinger. Giving birth is not a funny thing. Especially when to have to constantly give birth to these monsters for eternity" she looked down at her massive girth gurgle and pulse, the sounds of the Cronan roaring becoming muted from her amnion.

"I was joking mommy"

"I know you were honey" she said, bringing him closer to her in an embrace "I know you were just trying to make mommy laugh" Samantha gives Stinger kiss on the forehead and cuddles him like a teddy bear, Stinger embracing her back.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think that I'm a monster?"

"No" Samantha was stunned to hear this question, looking down at her boy's glassy and curious eyes "no,no,no,no,no. I don't think you are a monster. I've never, ever thought you were a monster. Because why did you think that?"

"Because you usually complain about how you have to give birth to the rest of my kind I against your will everyday, calling them monsters and beasts. So, since I was a product of that, maybe I thought-"

"No, no." Samantha quickly pulls him back into her arms and cuddles him for a much longer time, rubbing the back of his head and holding back the tears in her eyes as well as gently rocking "No, no. I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean it in that way. I didn't mean to make you think that. You are not a monster. You're my boy. Remember that, my baby boy. You're not a monster. You're different. You're my son. Okay? You're mine"

"Yes mommy"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I won't use that word again for the Cronan. You're not a monster. I love you very much. So much. You mean the world to me" Samantha holds onto Stinger for another ten seconds in silence before letting go and looking down at his smiling face. Spotting a tear down Samantha's eye, Stinger gently rubs it off and smiles at her who smiles back and kisses him again on cheek "Aren't you cute."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, Stinger"

"Grandpa said you had a boyfriend before I was born. Is it true?"

Samantha's face flushed with anger and she fell silent. The last time she heard about her boyfriend was during the attack of the Cronan and Fallen Angels. She remembered him. His cowardly face. Running away from her, leaving her to be caught by the fallen angels despite her pleas and crying for help. After composing herself, Samantha brought Stinger closer to her and allowed him to rest his head on her soft, plushy and tight stomach which was warm and felt like a water bed.

"Yes. I did have a boyfriend"

"Oh, how was he? Was he handsome?"

"Yes very handsome".

"Was he strong"

"I never knew really" Samantha giggled, rubbing the back of her son's head and smiling down at him.

"Did you love him"

"I did love him. I thought he was the love my life but....people change honey. Especially in dire situations or when you need them the most. But without him, in a way, you wouldn't have been born. I guess everything happens for a reason"

"Do you think he's still alive?"

"You are so full of questions, aren't you?"

"Well....I'm a Cronan"

"That you are. Now are you hungry?"

"Yes"

"Come on then"

Samantha puts her feet back onto the ground, allowing her stomach to rest on her lap. Stinger quickly but gently lies on her stomach, curling up near his mother's breast who unbuttons her white shirt and pulls out her perky right boob. Immediately Stinger puts his mouth on her nipple and begins sucking the milk gently while Samantha turns the TV on which is powered by a small generator Stronger assembled two days ago. There she watches the film "28 days later" to match the mood of the world as Stinger slowly falls asleep.

Thirty minutes into the movie, already bored from the infected people having seen actual real zombies roam around the hotel; Samantha looks down at herself and spots Stinger fast asleep on top of her. Pulling back her breast and buttoning her white shirt, Samantha steadily gets up onto her feet, cradling Stinger in her arms, and carries him to her bedroom where she carefully lies him on her bed and covers him with her duvet blanket. A loving smile breaks across her face watching Stinger peacefully breathe from the like pores on his neck. She tenderly kisses him on the forehead and approaches the door, turning back to her son.

"Sweet dreams, honey" Samantha closes the door gently and heads to the bathroom where she pulls down her leggings and sits on the toilet seat. There, pushing down and releasing several disgusting wet farts that smell of rotting beans and meat for thirty minutes straight, Samantha releases six large faeces form her butt hole and down the toilet where she flushes the toilet and sprays the bathroom. Pulling up her leggings and walking out the bathroom, Samantha stands over the sofa and watches at leave five minutes of the movie before putting her hand on her stomach - hearing it grumble.

Samantha walks over to the kitchen, her high heels clip clopping across the wooden floor which are already killing her feet but there the only things that can fit get along with the rest of the clothing; she opens the cupboard and pulls out some hot dog buns, ketchup and mustard as well as a two plates. There she opens the fridge and takes out six hot dogs and puts them in the microwave to heat up while she takes out some onions and fries it in a pan on the stove - a process that lasts for five minutes.

With the microwave finished warming up the hot dogs, Samantha assembles them into the buns and puts mustard and ketchup on them. She puts them on the two plates and takes out a whole 2 litre bottle of coco cola where she eats the hot dogs one after the other while watching twenty eight days later which is already halfway through. There she finishes the hot dogs and then drinks the entire bottle of coca cola before burping and grabbing some Ben and Jerry's ice cream from the freezer.

Opening the tub, chocolate chip and caramel, Samantha grabs a spoon and warms it up under so e hot water. Then suddenly she hears them. The screeches. The groans. The moans. Resembling that of a thousand upset spirits echoing across the hotel and then the hissing of snakes follow at the background. Her heart racing, Samantha rushes to the TV remote and turns off the movie before going back to the kitchen and grabbing a silver butchers knife from the cutlery drawer - it firmly in her grips.

Samantha rushes to her bedroom and gently opens the door, Stinger still fast asleep and then she discreetly stands against a wall near her door. In response to her fear, her gigantic womb gurgles and roars, the Cronan inside kicking her causing her to wince in pain and put one hand on the top - her fingers splayed across her massive country of a girth. Feeling her stomach heave back and forth with her heavy breathing, Samantha listens to the groans and moans - hearing footsteps slowly move across her corridor.

The zombies. The undead guests of crown plaza. "They shouldn't even be awake unless they've spotted someone in this building" she thought to herself, her sweaty palms moisturizing the handle of her knife. Her high heels did they're best to maintain the weight of her one ton girth and her legs were aching for standing up this long. The groans continued but then slowly died down and then. Silence. Complete silence. Samantha listened for any sound but there wasn't anything. Just silence.

She slowly relaxed and walked back to the kitchen but then suddenly there was a knock on the door. Samantha froze and heard the door knock again. "Vampires" she thought. "They can't cause trouble unless you invite them in". She slowly walked back to the wall, her knife still in her grip and listened as the knock happened again and again and again, hoping it would go away. She hated vampires. The parasites. Always trying to bother and cause her trouble every single night, especially around this time.

"Sam, can you open the door?" Came a voice behind the door, a familiar voice that felt like home "Its me"

"Dad?" Asked Samantha, with uncertainty in her tone and grip slowly loosening in her knife. She walked to the door quickly and pressed her hear against the wooden barricade.

"Can you open the door quick. There's more of them coming"

Samantha quickly clipped the locks of the door and opened it where a strong looking man around his fifties and three scratch scars across his head as well as grey and wearing an a green gym vest, army trousers and boots armed with a machine gun and a backpack on his back quickly walks in. Steven Robinson, her father. Samantha quickly closes the door and turns to her dad, tears of joy rolling down her eyes.

"Dad" she said with joy and glee, where she embraces him in her arms. He grunts and chuckles, hugging her back, ignoring the massive stomach that did it's best to push him away from her. Hearing his daughter sniffle and cry, Steve rubs his daughter's back one tear running down his eyes and slowly rocking her from side to side.

"I got you baby girl" he said, his voice comforting and loving to Samantha's ears who continues to cry in his shoulders "I got you"

"I thought I'd never see you again"

"Its gonna take more than a pack of vampires, zombies and demons to stop your old man from seeing his beautiful shining star again" Steve let's go of Samantha and then looks at her her wipe her tears away, the only family he has left "I did say I was coming back. Now where's my little Cronan soldier"

"He's asleep in my bedroom"

"How's he's now? You said he was sick when he was born"

"He was. But he's gotten a lot better although his sickness has made him stuck as a child forever as well a bit weaker than the rest of his race"

"Ah well, since you'll look like this beautiful 31 year old self forever, at least your boy will be a child forever as well. Something positive. Has he been eating well?"

"Yes, dad. He has. Normal food helps him get by for an hour or so. My bodily fluids do the trick. I know how to raise my own child"

"I'm just making sure you're doing everything right for the new addition of our family"

"Well thanks dad"

"Now" Steven heads into the living room and puts down his gear before heading to fridge and taking out a glass bottle of Budweiser beer while Samantha stands by her sofa "How are you feeling? You know with the whole pregnancy forever nonsense those demos cursed you with?"

"Painful." Samantha walks over to her tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream and eats a spoonful "I weight at least over two tons now. Luckily this permanent pregnancy has provided me with super strength so I can carry the weight. But overall it's a nightmare. I have to get up in the morning to give birth outside with chances of getting caught by the zombies and demons that occupy this hotel and I have to leave Stinger unattended. Its just...like I said a nightmare"

"We'll figure something out" Steve takes a sip from the beer and Samantha eats another spoonful then Steve walks back to the living room and sits on a single couch. Samantha walks over to her sofa, kicks off her high heels and curls ups and looks at her dad who's stares into mid space before turning back to her "Are your feet alright?"

"They're feeling much better" Samantha smiled, feeling her pink feet breathe and embrace the softness of her Sofa's cushions "my heels kill me. But they're the only things that can-"

"I know. Its a shame what happened to you. I wish I could've done more that day. To protect you. I just..."

"Its not your fault dad."

"But yet again, I wouldn't have been able to meet my grandson"

"I know. He's my world"

"I know he is. And you best protect that boy for eternity. Not matter what anyone says and despite your physical mutation. That boy should be your number one priority"

"I know that dad"

"Now that brings me to my next topic. You're mother's in the city"

Samantha froze. She felt sick. She wanted to throw up. Oh she wanted to throw up right where she as now. She stared at her dad with wide eyes, her eyes showing fear and confusion "What?" She said softly, putting the ice cream tub on the coffee table, the Cronan inside kicking her in response to her fear.

"Two of my contacts spotted her on the outskirts of Compton. She, Alistair, Kelly, Ronnie and Grant. All five of them"

"Oh my god"

"Yep"

"Are they-they...are they...where are they now?" The news too much to handle, making her words stumble.

"Down at the staples center but they're coming up to Beverly Hills. Around twelve mid day tomorrow. That's why I came. She's coming for you"

"What are we gonna do? I mean, you saw how she is. How strong she is. How much she cruel and viscous she's become ever since she made the deal with the demon, Valak. She's practically unstoppable now"

"We could speak to Valak herself."

"That's a bad idea dad. Valak is a lying demon who impersonates people to discourage others."

"But what choice do we have?"

"And tell her what? What's to stop her from possessing us or informing mom and her...aloof friends of where we are?"

"Nothing whatsoever."

"Okay dad...what do you propose we ask her?"

"To lift your mother's curse. Or to send you and Stinger far away from where she can ever find you"

"Do you know how to summon her?"

"No. But I've got a friend who's an expert in all these things"

"Where is he?"

"Houston"

"Okay. Are we actually going to go through all this?"

"If you want her to stop following you then yes"

"Okay dad"

"I'll be back here by 10am. Hopefully your mother hasn't reached here by this time. You and Stinger should be ready to go by the time I arrive. Understand?"

"Yes dad."

"Alright. Good night sweetie" Steven stands up and picks up his equipment again where Samantha stands up and hugs him, Steven hugging her back and kissing her on the forehead.

"Stay safe dad. I love you"

"I love you too, sweetheart". Steven let's go of Samantha and looks at his daughter's worried expression before walking towards the door and opening it gently. There he discreetly walks out the room and closes the door gently while Samantha looks at the door with dread in her face and turns away, her arms folded and sighing with anxiety.

Next morning. Samantha lies on her bed with Stinger curled up in between her legs and feet, fast asleep and unmoving. Her stomach, however, wriggles and moves about gurgling and rumbling in a deep tone, the Cronan's roars distorted by the amnion flowing inside it's host. Samantha turns her head to her right, her breathing becoming much heavier and then as her stomach crunches from the inside, the sound resembling ice cracking underwater, she moans in pain and slowly wakes up - looking down at her monstrous girth.

Her aching flesh wriggling and her pink skim heaving back and forth, Samantha moans and puts her hands on her active belly where she winces in pain as a major contraction hits her. Gasping out loud, she closes her eyes tightly and greets her teeth, her face turning pink, Samantha tightly presses her hands against her stomach as another contraction lasts for about a minute. After gasping again and doing the same for six more contractions, each lasting for about a minute as well, Samantha groans out loud for the seventh contraction. Feeling movement in between her legs and using her elbows to raise herself up, Samantha looks down at Stinger shift to his left and murmur something in his sleep.

Suddenly Samantha hears screeching and banging across the corridors on her floor and below, rapid footsteps running up the staircases and loud snarls and groans. Her heart racing and looking down at her stomach, Samantha breathes out heavily but quickly gets off the bed and crouches into the corner of her room where she grunts in pain and discharges black amniotic fluid onto the cream coloured carpet. She does the same and gasps out loud before panting heavily and looking down at her stomach, watching the Cronan shift down, facing her vagina. Its time again.

Closing the door behind her, Samantha stands against it, her bare feet touching the blood soaked carpet floor, and looks up at the ceiling - the damaged white light flicking. The corridor, like the rest of the building, is dark and cold; on the ground are dozens of zombie corpses on the ground, corpses that once used to be people with lives and aspirations who would go about this hotel enjoying themselves. With her stomach finally grumbling but the Cronan starting to descend towards her birth canal, Samantha discreetly walks down the corridor passing several rooms which are covered in dried up blood, limbs lying against them and of course either broken or half open. If she didn't live here, Samantha would've cried where she was.

Hearing giggles in the atmosphere, zombies walking around the screeching of demons that roam around the hotel; Samantha pauses and stops where she rushes into one of the empty rooms and hides behind cupboard in the far corner. Her heart racing and years running down her eyes, Samantha's claps her mouth in fear and grunts silently as the Cronan slowly makes it's way down towards her birth canal. The giggling becomes loud and sounds a lot more maniacal than ever and with every second they become louder and louder.

Two vampires walk in the room, a room that is tossed up all over the place with two rotting skeletons lying on a bed, smashed TV, blood stained broken windows and torn curtains which blow against the wind of dawn. The vampires themselves look like young punks with piercings, skinny body, black vest, skinny jeans but have pale white skin, crimson eyes and two bite marks on the necks. One vampire hisses, revealing his sharp jagged fangs and the other one follows him into the room. Looking around with their heads, one of the vampires hears Samantha sobbing behind the corner and stares at the cupboard for several seconds before taking it's first steps.

Suddenly the sun breaches the tip of the horizon and the two vampires turn to it, snarling and them run outside the room at a rapid speed. Panting heavily, Samantha puts both her hands down on the dried carpet and breathes heavily where she pushes down; her birth canal bulges outwards as the Cronan's massive head slowly crowns. And by the way it was going, Samantha saw the need not to push and decided to just let it crawl out of her body.

Samantha shuts her eyes tightly and grits her teeth, the veins popping out on her pink skin, as the Cronan fully pulls out his head and then neck. With no hesitation, the Cronan pulls out it's shoulders widening Samantha's knee bent legs apart causing her to screech involuntarily and leans her head back as the Cronan violently and slowly pulls the rest of his body out of Samantha's body - Samantha dodging her best not to scream.

Gasping, sighing and panting in relief, Samantha looks down at the Cronan for several seconds, watching it squirm and cough in between her legs and in her birth fluids.
Ripping out her placenta from her vagina and causing her to screech via pulling her umbilical cord, Samantha breaths out rapidly and pushes down hard in silence, getting ready to push the second one out. Having finished an hour ago, Samantha lays in the bath and rubs her moist belly as another Cronan grows inside of her. There she feels the hot water smash against her sore vagina and legs which sting excruciatingly and causing her to wince before laying back against the bath and closing her eyes.

With a fresh white shirt on, her black spandex Capri leggings on and her black rhinestone red bottom ankle strap buckle peep toe platform heels back on; Samantha walks out her bedroom, her large bare belly pale in the light of the 8:00am sun but glistening and perfectly round, and enters the kitchen - her high heels still clipping on the floor. After putting on some new red lipstick, Samantha puts her hands on her belly and breathes out heavily while still having some remnants of her vaginal trauma which is almost completely healed due to her high healing rate that all Cyclic Carriers have after birth.

Samantha spots Stinger sitting on the end of the table with his PSP in hands and playing GTA again while drinking orange juice. Smiling, Samantha stands behind Stinger and wraps her arms around him, swaying from side to side playfully, who giggles and embraces her hug. Samantha remains there for a minute, hugging her little boy before kissing him on the cheek and walking to her stove, taking out a pan from the cupboard and a some oil.

"Morning mom" said Stinger as he continues playing his game

"Morning Stinger. Sleep well last night?" Replied Samantha with a loving tone and heating up the stove before putting the oil in her pan. However a slight burst of bubbles occurs inside Samantha's who puts her hands on top, wincing a bit.

"Yes mom. Are you okay from-"

"I'm fine honey. It still stings but you know, like always. Mommy will get through it. Thank you"

"I heard vampires today"

But Samantha wasn't listening. In fact another bubble burst inside of her stomach and another and another and another and another and another and another "Did you?" She said as she put her hand on her throat as she felt the bile rise up from her stomach. Where she quickly grabbed the feeding container from the drawer in front of her and placed it on the counter below her. The morning sickness and that of course meant feeding Stinger. "Honey..."

"Yes?"

"How'd you like my bile for today?" She said raising her head up to the sealing, doing her best to stop the remains of her undigested super from rushing out of her - her gag reflex not showing any mercy towards her. She closed her eyes, the sweat glassing over her forehead, her once place white skin suddenly turning pink in a blink of an eye. There she turns to Stinger with a sickly expression, her sweat becoming cold and her body slightly trembling. "Fresh from my stomach or ten minutes to cool down"

"Fresh please"

"Fresh, okay" Samantha said so reassuring and turns back to the container in front of her where she gently places both her hands on her the counter and closes her eyes, feeling her undigested supper and stomach bile coming up rapidly. After a few seconds, Samantha throws up a huge jet of yellow mushy vomit filled with the tossed remains of her hot dog, ice cream and coca cola in the tub. She coughs again and pulls her hair back vomiting several large streams of her tossed dinner inside the tub.

Stinger remains cool and continues playing, hearing his mother continue to vomit his breakfast into his tub. He loved how she cared about his species diet. Samantha retches again and orange bile spills onto the mushy vomit that has filled half the tub. The smell of her own acid was intoxicating and she stood above the tub, hoovering and breathing out heavily, one hand gripping her hair back while the other still on the counter. Her left leg was bent, her toes touch the ground, to help her lean further. Stinger turns to Samantha and looks at the tub with a smile on his face but his mother turns to him weakly and shakes her head, signalling she's not finished.

Stinger shrugs his shoulders and continues playing, Samantha's face cracking a smile on her face of how much this has become a routine for the past month. Turning back to the tub, Samantha retches and a jet of orange liquid bile spews out of her mouth and into her tub, warming up the rapidly cooling tossed meal. She vomits again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again, the orange bile quickly filling the tub almost to the brim. Knowing that with one more retch that the tub will overflow and mess the counter, Samantha lunges to the skin and vomits several times in there.

Breathing out and gasping in relief, Samantha quickly grabs a spoon and puts it in the tub before giving it to Stinger. There Samantha grabs another tub and looks at her son eat a spoonful of her own tossed vomit, chewing what appears to be a mushy bile covered piece of one of her hot dog buns. Disgusted, Samantha walks out the kitchen to her bedroom and closes the door at a rapid speed where she puts her hands on her stomach and rushes to the corner of the room, crouching down and leaning against the wall.

Samantha puts the tub under vulvar and pushes down, releasing a disgusting stream of black amniotic fluid into the tub below. Cronans have a different diet to that of humans and seeing as how they eat vomit, its pretty radical. Cronans, since now human born, require a high pH level of acid ranging between 3 to 2, which pregnant women have in their bodies, due to the world they housed to live in had a high content of acid in the air. They also consume amnion which is rich with iron and helps with the Cronans growth and strength.

Samantha has always found that property of Stinger unsettling beyond thought. There she pushes down again and again and again and again and again, discharging more and more and more fluids out of her vagina which squirts inside the tub in disgusting streams. Samantha gasps for a moment and then pushes down again, discharging a large stream of black amniotic fluid that fills the tub to the brim. Staying in her crouching position for a few seconds and not feeling anymore amnion ready to discharge, Samantha stands up and picks up the tub before walking out her bedroom.

Samantha enters the kitchen and spots Stinger nearly finished and downing the rest of his mother's bile; Samantha turns in disgust and chuckles at the back as Stinger gasps in satisfaction before spotting his mom walk towards him and put the tub of amnion on the table, heading back to the stove and cracking an egg over it.

"Here's your amnion" she stayed with a snigger and watches the egg quickly fry where she grabs her spatula and flips the egg onto its' yoke.

"Thanks mom" replied Stinger who grabs a spoonful of the amnion and chomps it, eating the soft lumpy parts if it first with glee before digging in the rest. Samantha glances back and smiles, chuckling to herself as she puts her egg on a plate and puts a slice of bread next to it with some left over bacons, sausages and beans. "Want some?"

"Heavens no, honey. That's strictly for you"

"But it's rich in iron and organic"

"I know it is but I have my own food that suits my stomach much better" Samantha grabs a knife and fork and sits down on Stinger's right hand side before cutting her eggs and eating a piece. "Remember to brush your teeth after this, okay?"

"Yes mommy." Stinger takes another spoonful of his mother's amnion and looks at her, seeing her face covered in sweat and slowly becoming pale again "You look tired"

"Feeding you is a lot of work. But its worth it" she smiles and takes another bite of her eggs, finishing it with a few more slices before digging into her bacon. Stinger is halfway through the amnion and sips the orange juice.

"I heard you having a nightmare mommy"

"Yeah...I'm just....worried. About us. About you."

"Why?"

"Your grandfather came last night. Only to visit. He said your grandmother is coming for the both of us. He told us we should've packed out bags and ready to go by ten"

"Is grandma dangerous?"

"Very. And she will do whatever it takes to hurt us both. And I can't let that happen. Not when you're my main priority."

"You're making me cringe mommy"

"I'm only being this way is because I love you. Okay? Now finish quickly. We need to start packing"

In the living room, Samantha squats above a nearly fully bottle of black amniotic fluid and grunts as she discharges another large amount out of her vagina and into the bottle which is now to the brim. Putting a green lid over the bottle and tightening it, Samantha breathes out and stands up putting the bottle inside her bag alongside three other large bottles full of her black amniotic fluid. In the bag are; a fresh pair of white towels, birth antibiotics, packed food inside seven large containers to last two weeks, canned food, bottled water, a commando knife, several packs of shotgun cartridges and another white smart shirt as well as several rolls of toilet paper.

"I'm ready mommy" Samantha turns around and spots Stinger with a small spiderman backpack strapped around his shoulders. He looked so cute, thought Samantha with a smile on her face and watches walk up to his machine gun. Though seeing her son handle a machine gun unsettled her, she knew he could operate one the moment at birth.

"Got everything you need?" Asked Samantha as she zips up her bag and slings it across her body before walking up to her shotgun and picking it up.

"Yep"

"Let's go then. Your grandpa can't be too far away from now".

With Stinger in front of her and his machine gun held out in front of him, Samantha exits her apartment, her safe house for the few year and a half. Oh the dark days she remembered. The corridors were still dark and she did still hear a lot groaning echoing across. Gently closing the door behind her, Samantha looks to her left and then to her right before signalling her son to head right - the coast clear. Stinger and Samantha gently walk down the corridor, looking behind then every ten seconds in case a zombie or a demon comes at them from behind.

The two exit their corridor and walk down another corridor this time the door looked completely locked, the rooms the vampires go when the sun comes out. Samantha and Stinger steadily walk close together; Samantha puts her hand on Stinger's shoulder who is completely focused and without fear, something Samantha wished she had at this moment. The screeches echoed and Samantha's heart was racing inside, the adrenaline quickly spreading throughout her body. She felt ready to kill anything that comes at her at this point.

The duo reach the end of the corridor and enter the lobby where they look from left to right and walk down the stairs gently. Reaching the end of the stairs, Samantha and Stinger turn around and spot a zombie staring at the wall behind the reception and several other zombies moving about in that slow awkward trudge like walk, groaning and screeching. There Samantha pushed Stinger gently forward and the two discreetly run out the front door and run down the entrance stairs.

Los Angeles is in ruins, judging just by how damaged the street looks; filled with corpses of human civilians, demons, soldiers, Cronans, zombies, bits of paper lying everywhere, shards of glass and abandoned cars everywhere. From here Samantha could see one of the skyscrapers leaning against a much taller skyscraper and then holds Stinger's hand as the two approach a small RV up front. Standing outside the RV is Steven, still wearing the same clothing as before; his friend Abraham who also has grey hair and wearing a black T-shirt, brown soldier trousers and black boots.

Standing behind, Abraham is a young eleven year old girl called Rachel who has blonde hair, blue eyes and is wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans and brown boots. The two walked down towards them where Samantha hugs Steve again who smiles and looks at her.

"Hello dear" he said with a smile on his face.

"Hi dad" she replied "I'm so glad you came back safely. Is mom nearby?"

"Not yet but if we stay here any longer she will be"

"Hi grandpa" said Stinger who walks over to Steven and hugs him.

"Hey, now how's my big boy" Steven laughs and embraces the boy back, Samantha smiling at the background "Huh? You've been looking after your mother?"

"Yes"

"Good man" Steven ruffles up Stinger's small patch of her on top which he inherited from Samantha and then he turns to Abraham and Rachel "Now I'd like to introduce you to by friend Abraham. He'll be accompanying us with his grand daughter Rachel"

"Its good to meet you both" replied Abraham shaking Samantha's hand who shakes it back firmly. "I heard what's happened and I'm sorry. About..." He gestures to Samantha's engorged mass of life who giggles in embarrassment and blushes. "This"

"Thank you and I have to admit, some good has come out of being a cyclic carrier"

"I can see that. He's not like any I've ever seen" Abraham smiled and looked down at Stinger who looks back at him with glassy eyes.

"I know" she brings Stinger closer to her and allows him to rest against her hip, smiling down at him "He's one of a kind. My precious angel"

"Hi...I'm..I'm-I'm Stinger" Stinger was amazed by Rachel, being the first girl other than his mom he has ever seen. But Rachel's expression however was full of shock and slight disgust.

"Get away from me! You're a Cronan, you cunt." Replied Rachel with disgust and watches Stinger hide behind his mother's thigh, fear and upset on his face.

"Rachel be nice" replied Abraham with a stern voice. "He hasn't hurt anyone"

"You don't know that. You've seen how his race acts. They're monsters. They're responsible for all this" she points to Samantha who narrows her eyes at her and turns to Stinger "She's practically the mother of the enemy."

"Rachel stop it!"

"Why not? It's true!"

"Keep it down, Missy. Have some consideration" said Steven his voice becoming aggravated.

"I'm warning you" Said Abraham.

"They killed mom and dad!"

"Get inside the RV. Now!!" Rachel glowers at Abraham who narrows his eyes at her, his face flushing red with anger and watching her storm up the stairs of the bus. Abraham sighs and looks back at Stinger who is crying silently on Samantha's thighs who has her arms wrapped around him and rubbing his head.

"You said I wasn't a monster" Said Stinger, sniffling and wetting his mother's leggings.

"You are not a monster. That girl was just being mean. You are not a monster honey, don't you ever forget it." Replied Samantha with a comforting and loving tone in her voice before wiping the tears out from his eyes. There, her maternal instincts kicking in, Samantha glares at Abraham and then at Rachel who's looking down at them from the window "You need to control that girl"

"I know" replied Abraham, doing his best to avoid starting an argument with a pregnant woman.

"My boy is very sensitive to that sort of stuff."

"I can see and I'm sorry. Its just...she lost her entire family to his kind. Her mother, her father, her younger sister and her grandmother. We both did. A squadron of them stormed our house during the invasion and killed pretty much everyone. It's just hard on her...at this age. I'm the only one she has left"

"I know...and I'm sorry for what happened to you. I truly am. I know how you feel" Samantha gives a guilty but empathetic look on her face and Abraham nods before the duo turn to Steven. "So how long is the trip?"

"21hrs in total" replied Steven "and that includes refilling for gas"

"How do you plan on getting there? The highway's blocked isn't it?" Asked Abraham.

"The military had blocked it of course but the highway is full of possessed people, so we're gonna have to go through Nevada and dozens of woodland roads to get to Texas. Its gonna be a long trip"

"So who is your contact?" Asked Samantha standing up straight and rubbing her son's back as he stood sniffling.

"His name is Milo" replied Steven "He used to be a journalist and explored a lot of the supernatural world when he was still working for the daily mail. He pretty much knows a lot of this stuff about summoning demons and encountering aliens. Spent the majority of his life researching it"

Suddenly their was a loud screech like roar that echoes across the entire city, reaching the four's ears. Her heart racing, Samantha holds Stinger much closer to her while Stinger narrows his eyes and growls towards the direction of the screech. Abraham holds his gun tightly while Steven puts an arm around his scared daughter, Samantha's stomach bouncing in response to her fear.

"What was that dad?" Asked Samantha.

"That's our cue to go. You're mother is onto us." Replied Steve leading both Samantha and Stinger up the stairs of the small RV "Come on, quickly."

Steven and Samantha walk up into the RV with Stinger and Abraham behind them; the RV had a table and two long chairs in either side, a fridge, a toilet room, a cupboard, a flat screen TV on one side, a clothes drawer on the other side, curtains strung up on the windows, a large sofa and behind it all is a bed with a curtain covering the area. On the table area, is Rachel and opposite her are a mixed race boy called Daniel who has shirt cut hair, brown eyes and wears a black T-shirt, black jeans and brown boots. Fourteen years old.

Next to him is his mother, Marie, who has auburn brown wavy hair, blue eyes and is wearing a white collared shirt rolled up to her elbows, a black pencil skirt and black platform faux heels. At 41 she is still beautiful. While Rachel turns away from them, Marie and Daniel turn to both Samantha and Stinger with surprised but welcoming expressions. Marie stands up and approaches Samantha with welcoming eyes.

"Oh hello" said Marie "You must be Samantha. Wow you're bigger than I thought"

"Yes I am and you are..." Replied Samantha who arcs her eye brow politely.

"Excuse me, my name is Marie and this is my son Daniel"

"What's up" said Daniel with a greeting smile, Samantha nods back.

"We found Mary and Daniel only three weeks ago" explained Steven "She was meant to be a cyclic carrier, hence why she's wearing office like clothing. But luckily Daniel found us and we rescued her before that could even happen"

"Well I'm glad that never happened" said Samantha turning back to the two.

"They'll be accompanying us throughout the journey. Its best if they stay with us"

"And who might you be" said Marie bending down to Stinger with curious eyes. "You don't get many walking around humans or matter of fact, any to be honest."

"This is my son" replied Samantha with a slightly defensive tone in her voice "Stinger. He's three weeks old"

"Oh aren't you the cutest thing"

"Hey Stinger" called out Daniel, Stinger looks up at him. "Do you play any games?"

"A little bit, yeah?" Asked Stinger.

"A little bit?" Asked Samantha with disbelief and looking down at her son's cute and embarrassed face.

"Okay fine, a lot. Mostly GTA"

"GTA? Cool. I've got that on my PSP" said Daniel with excitement and pulling out his PSP

"You've got a PSP" Stinger's face beams and attempts to walk to Daniel however Samantha let's her hand on his shoulder, stopping him and he quickly snaps his head to her "What? Mom"

"Oh no no. No video games for you today" said Samantha.

"But-"

"No buts. You've been playing on that thing since you were born, honey. Its time for you to relax from that thing. For at least a week. Okay?"

"Fine" Stinger pouts and sits on the sofa with his arms folded, Rachel looking at him with a smile but glances away as he looks at her. Daniel shrugs and turns to his PSP and begins to play while Samantha, Marie, Steven and Abraham giggle amongst themselves.

"Despite his intelligence, he sure does act like a kid" said Abraham laughing.

"Yeah" replied Steven "Well we best be going"

While Steven heads to the driver's seat with Abraham in then passenger seat and starts the engine, Samantha snaps her head as she hears a screech coming from the bedding area. Then another screech and a sob and cry and another screech which draws both hers and Singer's attention; the duo slowly walking towards the area. With Marie walking after them in confusion, Samantha and Stinger reach the curtains and draw it back - gasping in shock and gagging from the smell.

A cyclic carrier with a stomach size similar to Samantha's lies on the bed, leaning her back against several pillows, has her hands pressed against the sides of her massive girth which pulsed, roared and crunched causing her to gasp and groan in pain. The girl had her legs spread apart knee bent and unlike Samantha who is able to carry the two ton weight of a Cronan while standing up, she could tell that the girl was incapable of such feet. The girl of course is young around Samantha's age, beautiful.

She had long brown hair, grey eyes and wore a white sleeveless ruffle hem shirt, red spandex high waist  Capri leggings and black peep toe strappy platform heels. Her stomach was pink, had veins popping out the end and pulsed violently, gurgling and roaring as well as covered in sweat. Her fingers pressed against her pink aching flesh and felt whatever content she was carrying inside move about. She panted and gasped as well as moaned in agony. She shut her eyes tightly and waited for the pain to subside. She was covered in her own sick and her dilated vagina smelt of fish as well as the area she was in smelt of her own rotten egg, fishy and rotting meat farts.

The smell too intense for the both of them, Samantha and Stinger close the curtains and rush back to the sofa as the RV begins to move. Marie follows them back to her table and sits by Daniel again while the duo sit on the sofa next to each other, watching the RV slowly move out of the parking space.

"Another cyclic carrier?" Asked Samantha

"Yep" said Daniel "We found her crawling on the streets, crying for help in so much pain as if she was already in labour. The poor thing"

"I heard that the resistance had been freeing cyclic carriers across the city" explained Marie "But the hounds of hell have been capturing them and taking them back to their masters. We figured she was one of them and we decided to take her along"

"We believe that the hounds are also working with your mother to find you. Hence why so many women are being taken back in just under a day" explained Abraham as he turns to Samantha, her face now full of panic.

"If that's the case..."was all Samantha could say.

"Then we've got a real problem in our hands"

A moment of silence hits the room, Samantha now more worried than ever especially now that the hounds are involved. She then looks down at Stinger who is singing some sort of nursery rhyme causing her story smile and laugh, the dread of the news still in her but not as much.

"Do you want to lie on top of mommy?" Asked Samantha

"Yeah...I got a day and a half. So why not. Besides you're very comfy" replied Stinger and watches Samantha pull out the Sofa's recliner, resting her feet onto it, putting one leg across the other to accompany the weight of her two ton girth. There Stinger jumps on top of Samantha's belly who grunts, winded slightly from the impact but laughs afterwards as Stinger rests against her - his head lying on her milk filled perky breasts. There she smiles down at her son who purrs on top of her; Samantha wraps her arms around him and smiles at Marie before turning back to Steven.

"You two comfortable?" He asked.

"Yep. Yes we are dad" she replied and looks down at Stinger giggling, her stomach resembling the feeling of a water bed, before kissing him on his forehead and giggling herself - swaying her feet from side to side. Steven smiles and pushes the gear stick forward, the RV moving to the road ahead.

To be continued....