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Hey all! Here’s another chapter for you all to enjoy. 
I’m very pleased at all the positive responses this story is getting. In addition to this forum I’ve posted this on the Fox Tales board, and the IABDL board, and the general consensus seems to be that I know what I’m doing.
I’ve put this story on the back burner for far too long, and now I am focused on it again, and plan to have at least one chapter a week posted until it’s complete. As with my other stories, I plan very little out ahead of time for fear that I’ll be unable to form the story into that thought. So far that seems to be working well, unless everyone is just too polite to tell me otherwise.
Anywho, read and enjoy. Be warned this chapter has naughty words.
Knight
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Dawn of the Diapered: An Invasion of the Adulthood Snatchers Story
By: Dementia’s Knight
Part III: Miles to Go Before We Sleep
Chapter II: Search and Rescue
“This is worse than looking for a needle in a stack of needles.” Douglas said as the car stopped outside the large shopping mall near the center of town.
The car’s three occupants got out cautiously and surveyed their surroundings before they started to walk toward the front entrance of the colossal building. They had unanimously decided against parking in the large garage on the backside of the mall for safety reasons, and had opted instead to park in the vast openness of the front parking lot.
“What are the odds that they even came here?” Fidel asked, his handgun held to his chest pointed upward in the same fashion a military or police official would.
Tanya said nothing for a moment but sighed before she gave her response. “Honestly? Slim. But it’s a place they know, and that might be enough for them to come here.” She explained.
“That’s kind of what I figured, but I really wish you’d had a different answer.” Fidel said with a grimace.
The group walked through the automatic doors that allowed entrance into the vast belly of the cavernous mall. The structure stood at four stories high and nearly twice as deep. Despite no one voicing the opinion, it was shared amongst the three of them that even if the kids were inside the mall, it would be a miracle if they managed to find them.
With the focus and organization of an elite tactical unit, the three civilians made their way store by store up the right hand side of the first level, each calling out one of the kid’s names periodically to alert them that someone was looking for them. The search seemed hopeless until a shrill scream rang out from somewhere deeper inside the mall.
“C’mon!” Tanya shouted as she took off running in the vague direction of the scream.
Fidel and Douglas rushed to keep pace with Tanya as she ran ahead of them. Her speed was nearly inhuman as she ran toward what she held out hope was her daughter. As they rounded the corner heading toward the eastern wing of the mall’s ground floor they saw two women and a man backed up against the metal gate of the closed Sunglass Hut fighting against a dozen infected attackers.
“Help!” the blonde woman in the group screamed as she saw Tanya, Fidel, and Douglas come around the corner.
Wasting no time, the three newcomers entered the brawl. Fidel took a position behind the mob and quickly took aim and let off three shots in rapid succession. Proving his skills with a weapon, Fidel’s shots hit their target dead on. One bullet tore through the right side of a man’s head, splintering the skull beneath and launching the pieces of bone into the air like shrapnel. The second shot caught a woman in the center of the back of her neck, crumpling her to the floor as the bullet severed her spine. The final shot went through another woman’s head and sent a spray of blood and brain matter raining over the mob.
Douglas’s shotgun was far less surgical, each of his shots tore through the group as a whole. With the close proximity, several of the attackers were nearly ripped in half by the sheer force of the weapon. One man in the group turned around when the woman to his left fell and all but leapt at Douglas. The man’s shriek was horrible, it was a mix of animal and man, but seemed otherworldly and terrifying coming out of a fifty something man that looked like he might be better suited as a librarian rather than a member of a bloodthirsty mob.
The man’s quickness took Douglas by surprise and he found himself overpowered by him as they tumbled to the ground together. With many years of police training at his disposal, Douglas managed to get his gun between himself and the man, using it as a barricade against the violent thrashing of the white haired assailant. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling, Douglas managed to shove the older man off of him, sending him tumbling back into the mob and knocking two more of his kind down with his body.
Tanya watched with wide eyes at the violence and chaos in front of her. Douglas had given her a pistol, but she had neglected to mention her lack of experience with firearms, a bit of information that was of great importance in the given situation. The small revolver seemed as though it weighed a ton in her shaking hands as she held it out in front of her pointed at nothing in particular.
“Oh for fuck’s sake lady, gimme that thing!” the blue haired woman in the group shouted as she ran over to Tanya and snatched the gun from her. The actions of the younger girl startled Tanya and the six rapid shots from her stolen weapon only made things worse.
The rest of the mob fell quickly with the addition of a third gunner, and once a check was done to ensure the attackers weren’t getting back up; everyone noticeably relaxed and took a break inside the nearby furniture store.
“Thanks for the help.” The young man of the group said with a smile as he tended to a small cut on his forehead. “I’m Richard, I work over at The Gap.” he added.
Richard looked like the kind of twenty-something guy that would work at a Gap. His short, ultra blonde hair was over gelled and spiked. A white collar was folded over the neck of the red sweater he wore despite the heat of the day. The outfit was completed by a pair of white khaki pants and a pair of leather loafers. On the whole, Richard’s ensemble seemed wholly out of place amidst the death and chaos inside the mall.
“Bethanne.” The blonde girl said from her seat on one of the couches in the display area of the furniture store. “I work at the poster store on the third floor.” She said.
Bethanne was quite beautiful despite the gore that had seemed to seek her out from the fray of the dying mob. Her strawberry blonde hair was curly and cut short enough to be appealing and not “butch”. She had a pink collared shirt on and a black skirt that came to just below her knees. Beneath the bottom of her skirt, the smallest bit of a tattoo could be seen. Another tattoo on her right foot, this one a butterfly of some kind stood out on her pale skin and against her pink flip flops.
“You can call me Tria. I work at Hot Topic.” The blue haired girl said between drags of her cigarette.
Tria was almost comically stereotypical for a girl that worked at Hot Topic. Her hair was died dark blue with black streaks in it, she had more metal in her face than most cars have in their entire frame, and she had clunky combat boots on that had unused laces done through the bottom three holes before ducking inside the shoe behind the tongue. The stark white girl wore a black tank top with a large anarchy symbol emblazoned on it in faux red spray paint, below that she wore a dangerously short black and red plaid miniskirt. Her ensemble was completed by the thigh high, torn of course, fishnets with little black bows at the top.
Once the older members of the group introduced themselves they started talking about a plan on how to continue the search for Toby and Brenda, and where they would get more weapons and ammo for the newcomers.
“No offense, but I don’t give a shit about your kids. I’m grateful for you guys saving our asses back there, but this isn’t my idea of a fun little adventure, I’m leaving.” Tria said snottily before she got up to leave.
Douglas moved to block her path and looked down at the young girl. “You can go when you’re dismissed.” He said sternly. “And not a minute sooner.” He added.
Tria’s middle fingers shot up in front of her face at the burly African American. “Read that pops, I’m out.” She said and moved to push past him.
Douglas grabbed the young girl by the arm and walked her back to the couch where Bethanne was seated and sat her down forcefully. “Sit down and shut up.” He said, the look on his face silencing the outspoken girl almost immediately.
“If she wants to leave, let her.” Tanya said. “I’m sure she’ll make it to her car before more of those things decide to gang up on her.” She added.
Tria said nothing, but made no further attempts to leave, she opted instead to sit on the couch and glare at Douglas with contempt.
“There’s a gun shop on the fourth floor.” Richard said. “Not sure what all they have, but I know they have guns and bullets.” He added.
“We’ll hit a clothing store first to get you two a little better outfitted for running and fighting,” he said looking at Bethanne and Tria. “and then we’ll hit the gun shop before we head out.” He added.
“Eat a dick man, you’re not the boss of me!” Tria spat.
Douglas started to walk over to Tria but stopped when Tanya pushed past him and slapped the girl across the face. “Look, my kids are somewhere in this city, they might be dead or they might have become like those things that attacked you. None of that matters to me if there’s even the slightest chance that they’re still alive. If you don’t want to come with us and help find them, that’s fine, but just remember that there’s probably a lot more of those things out there than there are people like us.” Tanya shouted at the young girl.
No one said anything for a minute and Tria just stared at Tanya with wide eyes before she finally responded. “I’ll help.” She said quietly, a flush coming to her face when she realized that everyone was staring at her after she’d been slapped.
“Good, let’s get going then.” Tanya said before she turned and walked out of the store.
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“Who the hell does that chick think she is? I’m not her fucking kid, what makes her think she can slap me?” Tria asked Bethanne through the partition of the changing rooms in the clothing store.
“Tria, do everyone a favor and keep your mouth shut. Seriously, you’re acting like a child.” Bethanne responded.
Tria glared at Bethanne through the partition. “Bitch.” She muttered quietly under her breath as she finished getting dressed.
As the two girls came out of the dressing room, Tanya couldn’t help but smile when she saw Tria’s “makeover”. The once unruly near twenty year old had settled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black cat on it proclaiming itself to be “dangerous”. All of the young girl’s piercings had come out after a lengthy and descriptive speech about the dangers of piercings in combat situations. She’d nearly thrown up when she heard that her lips could actually be torn off. Tria stood with her arms folded in front of her chest and a glare on her face as everyone began smiling at her transformation from hardcore to normal.
“Fuck you all.” Tria said as she lit up another cigarette and stepped outside of the store.
“I thought she looked good.” Fidel said with a smile.
Douglas nodded. “A vast improvement to say the least.” He said.
Once the group had finished at the clothing store they made their way to the elevator and up to the fourth floor. When the doors of the elevator opened, chaos flooded in as a horde of at least thirty infected people turned to examine the ding of the elevator.
“Oh.” Fidel said.
“Fuck.” Tria added.
To Be Continued…
The new characters fit nicely as well. Great job - mwah!