Gang Pandemic: Taken In The Elevator

The GA-19 virus had now gone worldwide, and these were scary times with people across the globe turning into sex crazed animals.

While some countries shut down, our government made the decision to carry on, as did I. I had bills to pay, so I went to work as normal.

On the way to work I saw that many were wearing face masks on the tube, and when I got to work there were signs up saying that everyone who had a fever should go back home, and that if ever you coughed or sneezed to do it into your elbow.

As a woman I certainly did not want to end up like that woman that had been on the news. In the footage had been caught on a phone, she had been brutally taken by a bunch of infected men in the middle of the street, and it looked so savage. I did not want that to happen to me.

When I got into the lift it was filled with four or five guys. All of their faces were familiar, though I did not know any of them by name, I assumed they all worked on the top floor. I smiled at them politely. We all realised that we were in a small space together, and I could sense the discomfort. It would be a relief when I got off on my floor.

And then the elevator came to a shuddering halt in between floors. Fuck. One of the guys then pressed the intercom button.

“Hello. We’re stuck in the elevator between floors seven and eight.”

“We’ll be with you in about twenty minutes.”

The man nodded his head.

“Ok thanks, we…aaaaaatissssssssshhhhhhooooooo!”

He had just sneezed in the most confined of spaces.

We all tensed as the air around us was filled with the particles that he had just released. With nowhere for us to go, those droplets would have been entering through our mouths, ears and noses, and we couldn’t do anything.

“You asshole!” Said one guy.

“I’m sorry, look, I don’t have any symptoms.”

“You can have symptoms and still carry it and spread it you idiot. Some start going crazed right away!”

It seemed like time stood still as I waited to see what would happen. My stomach lunged as the eyes of all the men around my slowly grew wider, their tongues slipped out of their mouths, drool began to spill out over their bottom lips, and evil looking grins began to appear on those faces. I was watching a transformation, the transformation of men into savages.

I began to bang on the lift doors.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

But nobody came. I turned around, my back to the door. They were all sniffing the air now, and looking down in between my legs. Did the virus lead to a heightened sense of smell? Could they smell my pussy?