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A story in a similar picture/ story format to Office Job , set in the same world of Magnus Metro you can find on my profile in the pieces here extrabagageclaim.deviantart.co… . Enjoy the story!

    Olive was a fairly average girl. She wasn't without her own individual quirks and individualisms, but it's normal to have traces of abnormality. She was tall, standing at just less than six feet, with dark skin for a white woman. Likely from her Apache grandmother, who was also likely where she got her height.

    Getting up in the morning Olive noticed her muscles feeling fatigued and her throat feeling scratchy and dry. Knowing a flu had been going around she decided to play it safe and call her work, telling them she was heading to the doctors and might not be coming in.

    Her work was strict about illness, and made efforts to avoid contamination. "Oh well," she thought. "Someone else will have to man the desk of the hotel."

    Truth being told it was her boss's job anyways; she was just the assistant who got stuck doing whatever the manager didn't want to. As it turns out he didn't feel like doing much other than screw the housekeeping staff in his office and smoke out back in the no smoking zone.

    It was fine by her, less time with that man was all the better for Olive.

    Tying her raven hair back in a ponytail she got in her Jeep and drove to the doctor's office, still in pajamas and feeling sicker every minute, a fever creeping over her. "Shit," she said out loud, pressing the button for the canopy to come up and cover her while at a red light. "I might really be sick."

    She got to the doctor's office and took a seat, telling them what was going on and grabbing a magazine. The titular article this time in her news magazine, a favorite of Olive's that she was happy they had, was about Magnus Metro. The fat city turned sovereign nation almost overnight. They were expanding from southern California up to near her in Oregon. A town only a few over from where she loved had just willingly joined after being exposed to a trial period of their life.

    The US was letting them get away with it because MM just kept giving them money for every territory that joined, almost like they had leased the land. She was just glad that her town, which sat on a delta in the middle of a raging river, had votes not to accept the same trial period. She wasn't going to let any country ruin her perfect figure.

    Well, perfect wasn't overstatement, she would admit. Her ass was flat and her breasts were small. But she was at least lithe and trim, with just enough softness for her not to feel mannish.

    "Olive," the nurse called.

    Olive stood up and walked to the office where she was being guided, sitting down on the paper covered hospital chair and waiting for the doctor after listing symptoms to the nurse.

    Once the doctor, a short woman with red/grey hair, came in, she had her temperature measured and answered the same questions. After looking at her throat the doctor sighed. "You've got the flu that’s going around. Stay away from bright light, get lots of rest and drink fluids."

    "Is that all?" Olive asked.

    "I'm afraid so. This thing is tough to go through, but it passes after about two weeks, and is only a life threat to someone elderly or with an autoimmune disease. You're in good health, so you should be fine."

    Olive nodded and took a doctors note for work, heading out and going home to crash on her couch with a nice blanket and pillows, shutting her curtains and turning off the lights. She left a message with work to explain and just as the fever took hold fully she fell asleep.

    The flu hit hard after that, being courteous enough to let her get to the doctor okay, and then pouncing like a feral cat. She drifted in and put of blurred consciousness for days on end, sweating, feverish and feeling every symptom of any flu she'd had.

    One week in and she heard a banging on her door. "Please go away," she thought. "I can't even get up." Olive lay there, thinking about her suffering and sweating uncomfortably.

    The universe decided to smile on her and she heard the person at the door say, "She's not in. I heard she was going away on vacation. Oh well, we need to keep moving."

    Olive smiled, fading back into sleep, and shivering into her sickness fueled hibernation, happy that they didn’t barge in and force her to get up. “Thank god,” she thought, drifting away. 

    For a second she thought there were sirens and someone on a loudspeaker outside, but Olive wasn’t ready to get up yet, so she let herself fall asleep.

     

     

    It was over a day later when she woke up, feeling much better. In fact, almost entirely better. She woke up with her hair feeling sticky and her eyes heavy. “Oh man, I slept for DAYS,” she said, walking around and smacking her lips. “That flu or whatever was nasty.”

    Olive walked over to her sink and looked at herself in the mirror, turning on the tap and washing her face. She quickly hopped in the shower and washed herself fully down, brushing her teeth and washing herself off.

    After that Olive noticed how hungry she was from days of starving and decided to go make something to eat, putting on a simple set of light, cottony clothes. Unfortunately on opening her fridge Olive noticed that there wasn’t actually any food in there at all.

    “Alright, I’ll just go to the café down the road and get some food.”

    Olive walked down her stairs and out onto the streets, not immediately noticing the bizarre circumstance outside, instead turning on her phone and being startled that she had no service.

    “That’s really weird,” she said.

    Arriving at the bakery the weirdness continued. Inside there was no one. No one working, no one eating, no one at all. The door was unlocked, but there was nobody inside.

    Suddenly curious, Olive looked around and realized there was no one around her at all. No cars, no passerby, and no one working on the main walk of town. “Well,” Olive said to herself. “That’s… Really not right.”

    For a second Olive thought that maybe everyone caught what she had and was just sleeping, but she realized there were plates sitting around the tables in the café with half eaten food. People left suddenly, without putting anything away.

    “Uh-oh,” she said out loud. “That’s not good.” Olive’s mind immediately turned back to the sirens outside and people trying to get her. The town must have been evacuated.

    Knowing the town was on a delta in the middle of a fast river she ran back, and still out of breath, jumped in her car and drove to the bridge out of town to the west. But as she approached the bridge Olive slammed on the brakes, noticing the bridge had been collapsed into the fast running river.

    “Shit shit shit shit shit!” Olive said, driving to the east bridge, and noticing the same thing.

    “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She said, driving back to her apartment building and charging up the stairs, picking up her home phone to a dead ring. “No!”

    She then turned on her laptop and found her Wi-Fi was dead too, the webpages loading eternally. “All communications are down?” She asked herself. “Why is the power still up?” She asked herself.

    “Alright. This is bad, but not impossibly bad. There are lots of riverboats in town, I can get out.”

    Looking around town at all the stores Olive noticed all the boats had been taken. The only boats that were still left were small kayaks and what amounts basically to rafts, nothing that could get across the river without risking her life. “Oh dear god, no no no no no!”

         Olive felt her stomach rumble deeply. “Alright, if I’m gonna think a way out of this I’m going to need to think on a full stomach. I’ll eat, and then figure something out.”

         Olive sighed and went to the café she had gone to for breakfast and loaded a plate full of pastries worth two days of missed meals. The pastries were delicious and she shoveled it all in, feeling her gut fill and her stomach grow taught.

         “Well,” she said, brushing crumbs off of her mouth and belching loudly. “If there’s one good thing about this it’s that I would never get to eat fifty dollars of pastries if I couldn’t just steal them.”

         After finishing her meal Olive’s belly felt full and painfully tight. She leaned back and moaned, rubbing her taught stomach and waiting to feel better. Once her stomach felt better she got up and shoved another two muffins down her throat, reasoning they’d go stale or moldy if they were there much longer.

         Then she decided to check the electronics stores for a long range radio, but found that everything had been raided and there was nothing useful left. “Well,” she said, belching a blueberry burp. “I’m glad no one thought pastries were worth raiding.”

         Feeling crafty now Olive went to a sports store and grabbed a few kayaks, eyeing them up and looking over to some lifejackets. “I can do this,” she said to herself.

         Over a few hours she gathered supplies, dozens of rolls of duct tape, bags of pastries and a futon and blankets to make camp in the sports store.

         Olive spent the next few days devouring the pastries, feeling them slowly get stale and enjoying the last days they’d be edible, glutting for the meantime. Then she spent most of her time taping together pontoons and lifejackets to make a raft.

         She knew enough about boats, or so she thought, to make something that would float better than just a small raft or a kayak. It took four days of gathering supplies she would need on the other side if she got there, as well as building up the boat and making a waterproof vessel to bring a bicycle across in.

         After it was all put together Olive went to the shore where the water was the least life threatening and drove the makeshift floating raft to the shore. “Alright Olive. You can do this, you just need to make it across, bike away, and camp along the road until you get somewhere.”

    Olive knew that her town was a ways out of the way, and ever since the bridge further up the river had been built driving over the delta of her community wasn’t the fastest way from anywhere, or to anywhere. No one would be going along these roads, they led to nothing and no one could, or needed to get back to her town.

    Bracing herself Olive jumped on and held for dear life, floating outwards, and using a paddle to try to propel herself across the fast river as the current pulled her down, feeling the rush of adrenaline as she was launched across the quick water of the river.

         It was going well at first, but something happened that would stop all that- her raft crashed into the ruins of the destroyed bridge and sent her tumbling off of it. Olive tumbled through the water, struggling and reaching for her raft to get back on, but found herself puled into the murky depths, crashing into debris.

    Crshing through rubble, still trying to struggle her way to the raft before it was carried helplessly into the worst of the rapids she smacked into a piece of rebar, the metal sending a sharp pain into her leg as steel rods slashed her over the thigh.

         Giving up on the raft Olive was barely able to force herself against the current to the shore as. Once there Olive watched a raft made of everything that she could find to float well enough sail down the river without her. Soaking wet, and bleeding from her leg she limped back up to her Jeep and grabbed the first aid kit, bandaging herself and climbing into the car.

         “Okay, shit. I can’t get away from the town unless I can strap together some logs and I can’t walk much on this leg. I need to make a base somewhere I can get food easily so I don’t need to go get food. Escaping the town can come later, I have to get safe and fed so this can heal,” she said to herself, wincing at the pain of her cut leg.

         Moaning from the discomfort, olive drove around town, grabbing supplies. She loaded a rascal from the support store into her car, her leg wobbling with the effort of driving it up a makeshift ramp with her supporting it. After that she got a beanbag chair, grill and toaster oven, as well as a pile of extension cords.

         With all of her supplies she drove right through the front door of the grocery store, her car small enough that it barely grazed the edges of the huge automatic doors.

    Once in she went to the frozen food section, plopping down her beanbag chair and the cooking implements so she could cook near the food supply. She also put down the rascal near her ‘base; so she could drive around the store to get food without long walks, wanting her leg to heal.

    After that she realized she’d need entertainment and drove to the electronics store, finding that everything had in fact been taken in the way of DVD or blu ray players, as well as TVs. However, almost no DVDs were gone, so she shoveled them into a backpack and drove to her house to get her own TV and blu ray, her leg giving out and needed a strong rest right as she got them set up.

    “Glad you held out long enough to get to this point,” she said, rubbing her leg. “Well, time to heal.”

    Olive threw four pizza pops into her toaster oven and opened a gallon of milk, wanting to finish as many dairy products as she could before they expired. It was only practical, she thought to herself, looking at the next few gallons she’d be trying to finish off in the coming days.

    “At least I’ll be healing in comfort.”