The outbreak started in St. Louis and spread ever farther, eventually engulfing much of the northern hemisphere. The vast majority of humanity in that area had been destroyed and perverted by the Tentacles' invasion. All that remained of their former selves were grotesquely exaggerated fetishized horrorterrors, and the wandering souls of their original minds.
I'd somehow managed to hide from the invasion, somewhere in the basement of my house. My only connection to the outside world by that point was a small battery radio, and whatever bars I could get on my phone. Through the radio I heard local coverage of the invaders, privy to the audible terror in the newscasters voices when the alien appendages broke into their studio. Before the internet cut out on my phone, I was able to see with my own eyes the horror that this invasion wrought, watching people's bodies warp and contort upon contact with their dreadful fluids. Soon after there was nothing but silence, static on the radio and a dead wireless connection. That's how it was for near about two weeks, with nothing to survive on but the box of granola bars and bottled water I'd brought down with me.
Those two weeks were agonizing, on top of worrying what had happened to everyone I'd ever known, my rations were starting to dwindle... fast. By the time I'd exhausted my resources to one bar, I knew I'd have to surface sometime, if only to feed myself. It was at that moment that the most peculiar thing happened. The radio started picking up frequencies again. My phone's internet was back up. What kind of apocalypse stories have ever had THAT happen? Then again, the newscaster on the radio sounded... much different. Sensual, erotic even. It seemed to be a womanly voice, and she was talking about reconstruction efforts by, quote, "those hunky construction workers, with their chiseled abs and their meaty cocks and their strong, manly, burly arms that clearly work OUT OH TENTA TAKE ME NOW!!!"
Yeah, okay... what the fuck...?
Most of the recent stuff I could find online were of a similarly lewd caliber, if not even more so. Posts about recent sexual exploits, what to do if you have dicks for fingers, head to head blow job competitions, announcements about a breast milk festival, a baking video about using one's sexual fluids as ingredients, and... erotic Let's Play channels?
Again, what the fuck?
I was starting to consider giving up looking for food and just rot in my basement by that point, but then I heard a knock on the door. I heard a voice. A girl's voice. Begging me to let her in.
And crazy as it may sound, I actually went to see who, or what, it was. By that point, nothing seemed out of the ordinary anymore. If I had the noose around by neck, might as well kick away the chair, right. And when I opened the door, what did I see?