"The Forgotten": A post-apocalyptic tale

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty:
“Gimme fifteen Captain. I need to shower and dress.” Ty responded before grabbing a shower and putting on a clean uniform.

Knocking on Alaina’s door he opened it slightly and looked at Marcia. “When you’re ready. The Captain is waiting on Level Six.”

Stepping back into the hall he waited for her to exit, then escorted her to Level Six and the Captain. The room had been ‘sanitized’ removing evidence of what had been done to him, including cleaning him up, redressing him in clothes, washing walls and mopping the floor. The man had liked to spit his blood everywhere.

In the room was the tray with the impliments he’d used. They’d all been returned. Except the one that contained the truth serum. That he’d kept. Just in case it was needed.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice:

After getting off the Comms with Ty, Alice sat in silence for a long moment, contemplating what was ahead of her. She'd seen people die before, during her time in the Air Force in the UAE, before Space Force. The attack on her convoy had resulted in 9 dead, many of which Alice had handled to one degree or another as she attempted to get the men and one woman out of and away from the burning vehicles.

Despite this experience, Alice had never killed another human being, let alone made the decision to have a human being executed. Yet, she was determined that Greg's life had to end. She had no qualms about signing his death warrant. If anyone on this planet deserved to meet their end, it was Mister Young.

She rose finally and headed downstairs.

Marcia:

Laying in Alaina's bed, surrounded by the deceased woman's scent, Marcia flinched in surprise at the knock on the door. Her first thought was one of annoyance, but when she realized why she was being pulled from her reminiscing of her lover, she sat up quickly with excitement. "Come in."

“When you’re ready. I’m ready," Ty told her. "The Captain is waiting on Level Six.”

Marcia stood and, without concern for the male in the doorway, ripped her sleeping tee off over her head, revealing her beautiful, firm bosom. She snatched up an athletic bra, donned it and a pair of coveralls, and slid into her slip-on shoes. Without another word, she headed for and out the door, saying, "I'm ready."

Two levels later, they arrived at the entrance of the Generator Room to find Alice standing there; the Captain hadn't wanted to enter alone, not because of a security issue but because she'd feared that she might kill Greg before Marcia had her chance.

"Are you sure about this?" Alice asked Marcia. When the woman nodded, Alice unlocked the door and led the pair inside. She closed the door behind her, activated the electronic lock, and again led the pair across the room to where Greg was once again shackled to the welded-down chair. She studied him a moment before saying, "Senior Airman Gregory Young, you have been found..."

Alice stopped, staring at the man a moment before shaking her head lightly and saying accusingly, "You know what the fuck you did. As I told you earlier today ... you're going to die tonight."

She stepped closer, pulled his gag from his mouth, and asked, "Do you have anything to say before we carry out the sentence?"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Senior Airmen Gregory Young, Aka “The Prisoner”:
Chuckling The Prisoner looked at Alice through one eye, the other swollen shut. Jo looked small, but she packed a hell of a punch. “You’re a joke El Capitan. You have someone that’s supposed to be watching over you and she’s a fucking drug addict! Do you even know where the airlock is at? Haven’t you wondered why you have vehicle mechanics on your staff manifest and no fucking vehicles? Snipers and heavy Weapons experts.. with no Sniper rifles or heavy weapons? Hammond would be so disappointed in you right now. You've lost control!"

“Stupid bitch, there are layers to everything... and you’re in the middle of the fucking onion. You should ask your Security Chief About Operation Snowball. But why bother. You don’t even know what fucking day it is! Bertha was so easy to get into. As long as you got the correct codes. But you don’t have those do you? No... you don’t. But I know who does.”

Leaning forwards Ty looked at Marcia. Under the towel is a hypodermic needle. It will inject air into his blood stream. As well as potassium cyanide it’s painful, violent, and not pleasant to observe. I don’t know what the captain had prepared, but you always have options. And if you need me to do this for you, I will. All the options are open until the needle is in the arm.”

Laughing like a maniac Young jerked at his restraints. “You should be happy I didn’t do more! So easy to manipulate the lot of you. Do you know why you woke up these particular people Alice? No, you don’t! I told you to wake them Up!! ME!! So easy. Easy easy. So weak. You’re all so weak. Only I was strong.”

Glaring at Maria he smiled. “Why do you think that mousy fucking slut wanted you?! ME! I told her to want you. I told Rita to be a prude. Every time I talked to her I reinforced it. Oh I can’t wait to see the looks on your faces when you understand the truth!”

“HAHAHeHE Ha,” Breaking into laughter he just kept going, laughing at Marcia, Alice, and Tyrande. Was he totally insane, or telling the truth and laughing at how fucked they were?

 

[Alice2015]

Marcia, with Alice, Ty, and Greg:

No sooner did Alice remove his gag did Greg start his ranting, chastising Leslie about her drug use, saying the bunker had secret entrances/exits, claiming he'd easily manipulated the facility's AI, and more.

Ty moved closer to Marcia, telling her about the hypodermic needle hidden nearby. "And if you need me to do this for you, I will."

"I got this," she said softly, trying to sound more confident than she actually was. Marcia couldn't help but remember how she'd failed to kill Greg two days earlier. That time, she'd had a needle full of toxic cleaning chemicals that would have sent him into painful convulsions before ultimately killing him.

He continued his ranting, then looked directly at Marcia and claimed to have been behind the romantic situations involving her and Alaina. Marcia had heard enough. Before she realized what she was doing she surged forward, stopping to one side of Greg, reaching out to push his head back, and punching him in the throat.

The cracking sound of multiple trachea bones sounded through the compartment, followed by a gruesome gurgling sound; Greg struggled to draw air through the smashed breathing tube while blood from lacerations in his throat began flooding his lungs. Marcia stepped back a bit for a better view; a smile slowly spread her lips as she realized how desperate his situation was.

Greg gurgled louder, then coughed, once, then twice; blood shot from his mouth, splashing all over himself and Marcia. She looked down at the mess covering the front of her coveralls, seemingly unaffected by the horrific mess. Tracing her right hand's index and middle fingers through the mess, Marcia reached up to paint her right cheek, then her left with the fluid of Greg's diminishing life force.

As the man began to show signs of approaching his end, Marcia stepped closer again, this time parting her feet to straddle his knees before sitting down in his lap. She took his face in her hands, leaned in, and kissed him on the lips. He gurgled again behind his closed lips, his body twitching for a final time before finally going still.

Marcia leaned back to study the now dead man; her lips, chin, and one cheek were painted with his blood nearly as bad as were her clothes. Standing and backing, she again studied the man for a long moment, then -- without a word -- she turned and left.

Alice:

The facility's CO was shocked by what she'd seen, not specifically because of the ruthlessness of the attack but because of who'd committed it; Alice would never have suspected Marcia of being capable of such violence, even taking into account the man she'd attacked and the reason she'd attacked him.

As the woman passed between her and Ty, Alice simply stared with surprise in her eyes. Once only the two of them remained, Alice looked to Ty and, after a moment of considering a variety of responses, simply said, "Okay ... wow..."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty:
“I think I need to re-evaluate her threat level,” Ty commented. “I’ll wait and confirm he’s dead before I bag him. I’ll put him in an underwater pod. It will stop him from floating.”

In truth he was tempted to just bag him and let him drown if he wasn’t dead yet. But he’d probably be dead by the time he got submerged. Though from the carotid strike and the crunch of bone, survival would be an act of the Devil at this point. Cause God certainly wasn’t helping him.

“Unless you have other orders, Captain?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice and Ty:

“I think I need to re-evaluate her threat level,” Ty commented.

Alice wasn't certain whether her Head of Security was being serious or sarcastic; his tone and expression told her nothing. She responded, "I don't think she's a threat to any of the rest of us." She hesitated, then added, "But ... maybe just keep your eyes open, Lieutenant."

Ty talked about dealing with Greg, finishing, “Unless you have other orders, Captain?”

"No ... that's fine," she said. "Get Mac to help you if you need."

After watching Marcia depart and turning back to look at Greg, Alice hadn't been able to take her eyes of the man. She'd expected the cook to use the needle Ty had offered, perhaps even taking some joy from ending Greg's life, as opposed to simply doing the deed. The woman had surprised her; the blow had been stunning, but then to sit on the man's lap and kiss him as she did had truly been unbelievable.

"I'm going to go check on Miss Weathers," Alice said, turning for the exit. She stopped short of the stairs, hesitated, then looked back to Ty. In a serious tone, she said, "I don't think we need to tell the others about this ... do we?"

Marcia:

Her ascent from Level 6 to Level 4 was casual and unhurried; Marcia had shut off her brain after departing Alice, Ty, and Greg, moving as if on autopilot. As she was stepping into the Berthing Area, on her way to the Hygiene Room to strip out of her blood-stained clothes and wash Greg from her, she almost ran head-first into Jo Lupo.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Ty, Jo, marcia:
"I don't think we need to tell the others about this ... do we?"

“No, Ma'am. We don’t” Ty replied, already thinking about how to maneuver The Body alone. He didn’t want more people involved in the unpleasant business. He’d have preferred disposing of The Prisoner himself, but Marcia needed the closure. "The Prisoner is deceased. The Matter is resolved."

Once Mr. Young was in the bag, and submerged in the icy waters. Shoved into another pod with an unwilling, and unknowing, roommate, Ty exited the water and dried off with towels he’d set aside before getting Marcia.

Going to his own quarters he slid into bed and got what sleep he could. The Nightmares were getting worse, but nothing could be done for it.


Lupo:
Stepping to the side as she went about her rounds to avoid walking into the Cook Jo paused. After quick assessment of injuries, and realizing none of this was her blood she contacted Ty. Once she knew that it was safe to get Marcia to a shower she guided the young lady there. Washing off murder evidence would have been bad. But justifiable execution residue was allowed..

The girl was in shock, autopilot. She’d seen it a lot - usually rape or violent trauma victims. A few car wrecks on and off base. Getting the girl undressed she stripped as well and joined her int h hot shower, washing her off, and making sure any residue was out of her hair.

Once her shower was over Jo got her dried off and checked for any previously unseen injuries. Her hand was red, probably from hitting him. But otherwise she was physically ok. Wrapping a towel around her for modesty, Jo dressed quickly and got Marcia back to the room she’d been in. She was certain this one was Carmichael's but wouldn’t stop her from sleeping here. That wasn’t her call, and causing more grief at this time wouldn’t help anyone.

Once Marcia was in bed Jo shut off the light and started to close the door. This Alaina must have been one hell of a lady to have affected everyone so much.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I'm absolutely positive that the nude image below is fake, but it was fun to use it.)

(OOC: Also, I'm causing a bit of a change from my writing partner's previous post, just a bit. Let's see Weeping does with it, shall we?)


Alice and Ty:

"The Matter is resolved," Ty commented about Greg's death.

It was such a ... casual way of referring to the man's horrific death and the drama for which he'd been responsible, Alice thought. But then, was emotion necessary? Greg had been a horrible human being, at least during his time walking and talking within the bunker. They still didn't know much -- if anything -- about his life prior to his period of suspended animation and subsequent reanimation. They likely never would now. But again, Alice wondered, Is it necessary ... knowing?

Alice, Marcia, and Jo:

Alice left Ty to deal with the dead man's body, heading upstairs again to check on Marcia. She found the cook in the Hygiene Room, stepping into the shower; while the rest of her deep ebony body was perfect in every detail, Marcia's arms were caking with Greg's drying blood.

As she watched from the doorway, Alice saw Jo stripping as well. She understood that the second woman was going to help the first clean up; Alice was confident that the intent was not to initiate a sexual encounter. Alice could have turned and departed right then and there, but seeing Jo's perfect and incredibly shapely form being exposed feature by feature kept Alice right where she was until there was nothing yet for the captain to wonder about. She wasn't into other women, of course, yet looking at Jo stepping naked into the shower stall with the equally naked Marcia caused Alice's pussy muscles to yearn for immediate attention.

She did finally turn, heading back out into the Commons of the Berthing Area, where she paused for a moment simply to listen. Other than the hum of the very distant generators and overhead vent fans -- once again operating at intended, thank goodness -- there were no other sounds emanating from any of the rooms: no conversations, no sex.

She looked to the door of Mac's room, unsure of whether Ty had retrieved or would retrieve him to deal with Greg. Either way, Alice didn't suppose that Mac was in his room anyway; she presumed that he was a level down in her bed already. What she didn't know was that her earlier comment in the Saloon about people going to their own beds had been interpreted by Mac as being her rejection of sex with him tonight.

When she arrived at her room a minute later and didn't find her lover, Alice was disappointed but not at all surprised. He's working ... good man, she thought as she undressed and slipped in between the sheets.

Marcia and Jo:

After putting Marcia to bed, Jo turned to leave the room that was actually Alaina's and still smelled of her. Before the door closed, though, the cook asked softly, "Will you stay with me?" Seeing Marcia paused in the doorway, Marcia reached out a hand. "I don't want to be alone."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Lupo:
"Will you stay with me?" Seeing Jo paused in the doorway, Marcia reached out a hand. "I don't want to be alone."

“Let me.. check. I’m on duty and it’s my first night. But considering the circumstances I might get a waiver.”

Turning to the side she double tapped the com. “Bertha give me Ty, direct connect.”

She could hear static in her ear for a second then he asked. “What’s up?”

“That Girl Marcia, she’s back in her room, cleaned up. But she doesn’t want to be alone. She asked me to stay. Should I stay or try and get someone else?”

“Go ahead and stay, my call. I doubt anyone doing anything tonight. But you’re taking any emergencies, so don’t get into any complicated, or sweaty, situations.” Ty told her. “And she’s been through a lot, so.. be careful.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jo replied turning back to Marcia as she stepped into the room. “Yeah, I can stay.”

Dropping her gun belt on the desk, she made sure the taser was secure, but angled towards the bed for fast response. Locking the door she looked at Marcia. “Do you need me to just be here? Or should I join you on the bed?”

In the case of Trauma you didn’t know what level or presence was needed, and you never knew what could set people off. Sitting on the bed could freak her out and start her stabbing everyone, or make her break down and cry herself to sleep. Or it could do nothing. Everything was kid gloves and baby steps.

 

[Alice2015]

Marcia and Lupo:

“Yeah, I can stay,” Jo said in response to Marcia's request for company. “Do you need me to just be here? Or should I join you on the bed?”

The traumatized cook answered by scooting in the bed toward the wall and lifting the bedding; Marcia was wearing an oversized tee and unseen panties but nothing more. She responded softly, "Please."

After Jo joined her, Marcia laid her head upon the front of Jo's shoulder, her face close to but not quite making chokehold with that particular breast. It was comforting to have a warm, beautiful, female body against her, even if it wasn't Alaina. She whispered, "Thank you."

One might have thought that the trauma and memory of what had happened that day would prevent sleep. Yet Marcia -- now more relaxed than she had been in days -- slipped off in less than a minute.