Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

"I blocked it. I hit him." "I left for thirty seconds," Sean whispered. His voice shook. The terrifying Alpha leader was gone, leaving behind a man completely consumed by terror. "Thirty seconds, Tracy. They paid a human to bathe in bleach just to bypass my guards." "I'm okay," I tried to say, but another coughing fit wrecked my throat. Blood dotted my lips.

Their eyes glowed red, and green fluid dripped from their mouths, melting the concrete beneath them. [Warning! 'Corrosion Zombie' (Horde) detected!] [Corrosion Zombie Objective: Protect BRC. Highly aggressive toward intruders. Weakness: 'Sour-Spicy Indomie' effect (Bima's recipe)!] "That’s our enemy!" Bima said, gripping the Indomie Global Recipe Book. "That acid!" Lia shrieked, seeing her boots smoking slightly from a small splash. "We can't just walk through this puddle!"

The first hit made it buckle and the second cracked it open. The gas poured into the room as soon as the door gave way. I snatched a napkin from the drawer and soaked it with iodine, pressing it over my nose as I held my breath, dulling my sense of smell. When I stepped out, I saw Jericho struggling to breathe beneath Algae’s grip. Algae had shielded him but was now lying unconscious. “Don’t… let her die,” Raid rasped, coughing up blood. He began tearing off his clothes and I knew exactly what was coming.

Every second that ticks by is another chance for someone to walk in, to see this nightmare. I stumble toward the kitchen, my legs unsteady, the pain in my head a constant drumbeat. The linoleum is cold under my bare feet, and I brace myself against the counter, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I need to clean this up little by little before they arrive, at least enough to buy time until he and his crew arrive. I yank open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a bottle of bleach, a sponge, and a pair of rubber gloves. My hands tremble as I slip the gloves on, the rubber snapping against my wrists. The smell of bleach stings my nose as I pour it onto the sponge, the liquid sloshing ov

“But we don’t have any of this. Our needles are often ran through hot water and reused. We don’t get a bandage or anything. Some people bring a rag with them, but I found the bleeding usually stops in a few minutes, so I just go about my day with my sleeve rolled up.” The more I hear about how the Blacks are running Beotown, the more I want to start a war. “That’s insane,” I mumble. “All right, well what I really wanted you to smell in here is this.” I take her elbow and lead her over to the table where the solution is kept. I take the lid off and give her a whiff. Immediately, her forehead creases. “What’s this for?” “The clinicians use it to wipe down the needle and the feeder’s arm.” I ho

The me that hated her and her presence in my house and her body filling my shirt and that pussy that was still— “I found the cleaning supplies, Cass, I’m not so sure about the— “, Ice stopped, looked between me and Cassie before he placed some cleaning rag and a bottle of some shit that looked like bleach on the counter. Cassie turned around and I stood still where I was. Ice called her Cass? “Thanks so much, Ice. I really appreciate it, I’m sorry about the mess again” She was telling him, sorry? “It’s my kitchen”, I growled behind her, Red didn’t turn around to face me. “You found the bleach?” she lifted the bottle of supposed found bleach,” this will do, thanks” “You know if you want, I ca

I put the axe away and joined James where he’d already poured the bleach into the bucket. “Got two brushes.” I threw one to him and he dipped it into the bucket. I poured the bleach directly on the blood and started scrubbing as James shook his head and started from the other side. James and I scrubbed that area until there couldn’t possibly be any traces of blood left. When the smell of bleach overwhelmed us, I took the black bags to the Jeep and opened the boot. I placed three black bags on the floor of the boot and then loaded Mia inside. James locked the den’s door and got into the passenger seat.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa