Monday, December 10, 2007


I've been infected by a virus I released - a mutant strain from Wyldth1ng.

Here's the basic info, and the story up to this point.

"This has probably been done before, but that is not stopping me, oh no.Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours."

I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen. (Splotchy)

I was used to the house being quite cold in the mornings, as the night log usually burns out around one AM when I am dreaming cozily under my covers, not normally waking to put a new one on until morning. I was surprised because on the rare occasions that it actually had reached sub-freezing temperatures in the house, I had awakened in the night to restart the fire. I would have been worried about the pipes before P-Day, but there hadn’t been running water in two years and that was one of the few advantages to being dependent on rainwater, no pipes. (Freida Bee)

I rummaged around in the kitchen and found one of the few things that hadn't frozen overnight to eat- an expired granola bar. "Better than nothing", I muttered to myself as I tore off the wrapper and took a bite, trying to not chip a tooth in the process.I thought I should go out to the shed and bring in more wood. The mind-numbing cold snap that had set in over the last few days seemed to be in no hurry to leave. Pulling on my heavy coat and wool hat, I considered for a moment what lay ahead for the day. Normally I would spend much of the day making any needed repairs to the house, cleaning, reading various newsletters, cooking, and just trying to keep busy in general. With no job to fill my time anymore I have found my new found "freedom" to be both a blessing and a curse. Ever since P-day, the only job most of us have is to sit in our homes and find something, anything, to pass the time.Well, that- and to stay alive. (Whiskeymarie)

I reached the woodshed I’d built from the remains of our fence, and heard a rustling. Fearing one of the wild dogs that now roamed the neighborhood, I crept back to the house for the gun my husband left with me before he volunteered to join the fighting. My hand was shaking so badly, I didn’t think I could pull a trigger, so I also grabbed an old broomstick to use as a club. My son tried to follow me, and I ordered him back inside; he obeyed, frightened by the harshness of my tone. He seemed not to sense how terrified I was and I was glad. Inching toward the shed, glancing backward every few steps to be sure the children were staying inside, I heard the rustle again, accompanied by a very human cough.

“Who is it?” I shouted, in as angry and menacing a voice as I could muster. No response.

“Damn it, I know you’re in there! I have a gun! Come out with your hands up, or I’ll just start shooting!”

“Don’t shoot!” said the voice, and...

I woke up hungry. The room was white, small and seemed to not have any doors. That is when I realized I was naked. I had a thin sheet of plastic over me and some machine making beeping noises to my left.

I started to rise up that is when I noticed the cuffs holding me to the bed. I started to scream.

A large booming voice came over a loud speaker, "Calm down, calm down Mrs. Peabody."

I bellowed out, "Who are you?! Why am I chained down?! Where are my children?! "

The voice replied, " There has been an accident, everything will be fine. There will be someone to assist and answer your questions shortly."

Then there was silence. I yelled some more but nothing. No response. Then suddenly, a creaking sound. To the right there was a door opening, it was......

A cat. A small black cat padded gently in and hopped on the bed. It paused to look at me and let out a sorrowful moan. As it crept toward my face I looked into its strangely unsettling eyes.

"Down, Scheiser," a man's voice spoke.

A sullen, shambling figure entered the room. His right hand was bandaged, part of it soaked through with blood.

"Hello, Mrs. Peabody." He pulled up a chair. "Sit, Scheiser."

The cat curled up on the man's feet. The man stared past me, resigned, distracted.

"Where is my family?!!" I moved my leg to kick at the man, only inches from me, but restraints dug into my ankles.

Without turning to address me, the man spoke, in words that seemed memorized and repeated a hundred times before -- "Your family is safe. As safe as any of us can be. I would let you go see them right now if I could, Mrs. Peabody. But you and I are linked."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Applesauce. Cold. What do you really know about what your people call, P-Day, Mrs. Peabody? It is starting again."

I tag:

Cowboy The Cat

If I haven't tagged you, please feel free to continue it as well, just leave a comment indicating you're doing so.

There was some possible intermingling of this virus with another one here. To what extent cross-pollination has occurred, I leave that to people continuing the story.


Unknown said...

I have to tell you, I tried and tried to let the applesauce thing go, but it seems that no one is willing. I understand why you won't let it go.
It is a nice twist.

Splotchy said...

Yeah, I couldn't help my damn self with the applesauce.

Hopefully I haven't created a literary dead-end.

That addition of mine was setup with little payoff, but I really liked the idea of two characters in two separate threads somehow hooking up -- we'll see if it knocks the story out of whack.

splord said...

Splotchy, I must say that this is one of the coolest viruses (virii?) ever. So far, I have been a part of three different strains... and expect more.

Well done, sir. Well done, indeed.

Distributorcap said...

i have FINISHED the story -- my viral thread has an ending.....

Unknown said...

I linked to you as well.

Freida Bee said...

OOOh the strain mutated and got you back.. Very nice.

McGone said...

My strain is sitting in a petri dish, and will be unleashed this evening.

Diamond Dave Diggler said...

I'll get right on it!

And also, as soon as it stops raining down here, I'll get on your other order.

Since when do I work for you, dammit!?!

You know I love it.

dguzman said...

I forgot to leave a comment, but I got infected. You already saw it, though.

Diamond Dave Diggler said...

Splotch, the applesauce is beginning to play an important part in my strain. We'll see if it goes anywhere...

Rider said...

I'm new to your blog, Splotchy, but McGone tagged me and I ran with it. I took it a step further: I worked in the names of all the authors who contributed to it so far.