RAPE. LOTS OF HARDCORE
RAPE. READ THE DAMN TAGS. GO NO FURTHER IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ
RAPE.
The girls locker room was in its usual
state of borderline chaos. Not that the boy’s was any better, of
course, but there were the added complications of more people
washing, conditioning,drying, and brushing long hair and more people
applying makeup. All the more reason, Samus Aran thought as she
touched up her eyeliner, that she enjoyed having short hair.
Next to her, her best friend since
middl

It was not, to be frank, an ideal safe
house. Ideally, it would have featured multiple layers of alarms and
defenses, two to three unmarked exits, at least two means of escape
(preferably land and air) within teleport range, several hard points
for repelling attackers, a huge food supply, two to three sets of
weapons, shielded commo, and some means of ward off mystical assault.
Instead, he was sitting in a storage
unit that had a pitiful “don’t look at me” spell painted on the
walls, a cot

~~~Gotham~~~
The warehouse was largely quiet. Bare
bulbs cast shadows around stacks of crates, sharp at the centers
directly under the bulbs, fading out to murky pools in the places
where bulbs burned out or the stacks of crates obscured them.
Security guards were supposed to patrol, walking up and down the
aisles created by the endless rows of crates and boxes, but the
warehouse was so far out of the way and saw traffic so rarely that
the guards mostly huddled in the shack, taking turns going o

The sun beat down on a moaning,
frothing sea of stench and decay. It reflected off the asphalt, off
the buildings, soaking into every concrete surface and reflecting off
every broken window to turn the broad city street into an oven.
Despite the crowd thrashing to and fro, the city was very much
deserted: every man, woman, and child lurching through the streets
under the sun's punishing gaze was dead. The zombie apocalypse, so
often heralded in song and story, had finally come to pass.
While th