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Tara Kennedy - Maryland
Tara hunched forward as she walked; keeping as far back into the hood of her coat as she could. She was thankful the rain was behind her driving into her back, adding speed to her steps but that good fortune wasn’t keeping her any warmer. Tyler seemed unaffected by the weather, by the cold rain, with the guard hairs of his coat keeping the rain off his undercoat he was only interested in the number of puddles he could find to splash through.
As she trudged across Maryland, she finally started to see things clearly. With nothing to do but shiver and walk, with one to talk to but a happy-go-lucky dog, Tara had time to think… far more time than she wanted, in fact.
She understood that she hadn’t been running to the warm sun of the south. She’d been running to a dream, the dream of somewhere safe, while trying to out run a nightmare of danger and death. She saw how she carefully avoided everyone and everything, including making any real decisions. She was drifting south, its true, but without any real plan for her future. This lack of forethought was so unlike the woman she used to be that it frightened her. She was blindly throwing away one of her most useful survival skills and why? Because she was afraid to open her eyes and take a good, hard look at the situation.
“We need wheels, Tyler. Would you like a car or a truck… maybe a trendy SUV? You deserve to travel in style, and I deserve to be warm.” She spoke aloud and loudly, so she could hear herself over the rain. “A car dealership, they usually have the keys pegged on walls and above ground gas tanks.” She isn’t positive… but she thinks this is true and vows to put it to the test at the first chance she gets.
Until then, Tara and Tyler walk; Tara walks around the puddles and Tyler through them.
The sign reads:
Tara hunched forward as she walked; keeping as far back into the hood of her coat as she could. She was thankful the rain was behind her driving into her back, adding speed to her steps but that good fortune wasn’t keeping her any warmer. Tyler seemed unaffected by the weather, by the cold rain, with the guard hairs of his coat keeping the rain off his undercoat he was only interested in the number of puddles he could find to splash through.
As she trudged across Maryland, she finally started to see things clearly. With nothing to do but shiver and walk, with one to talk to but a happy-go-lucky dog, Tara had time to think… far more time than she wanted, in fact.
She understood that she hadn’t been running to the warm sun of the south. She’d been running to a dream, the dream of somewhere safe, while trying to out run a nightmare of danger and death. She saw how she carefully avoided everyone and everything, including making any real decisions. She was drifting south, its true, but without any real plan for her future. This lack of forethought was so unlike the woman she used to be that it frightened her. She was blindly throwing away one of her most useful survival skills and why? Because she was afraid to open her eyes and take a good, hard look at the situation.
“We need wheels, Tyler. Would you like a car or a truck… maybe a trendy SUV? You deserve to travel in style, and I deserve to be warm.” She spoke aloud and loudly, so she could hear herself over the rain. “A car dealership, they usually have the keys pegged on walls and above ground gas tanks.” She isn’t positive… but she thinks this is true and vows to put it to the test at the first chance she gets.
Until then, Tara and Tyler walk; Tara walks around the puddles and Tyler through them.
The sign reads:
“Young’s Volkswagen Mazda Dodge”
If nothing else the office will be dry and we can make it warm for the night, she thinks as she stumbles through the town.
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No. No, it wasn't going to play out like this. Not when he got them both where he wanted them. Not when here and now, a great fantasy could be explored just as the world ended around them.
This is the way the world ends...
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
The whimper of lust, soft and sensual in his mouth, as it closed down around Aoife. She was hot, eager, writhing under his cock as it pistoned inside of her. Their rhythm a crash of ocean upon the shore, unending, over and over again.
Scott had to pull out, looking down at Melody. He was mounted on top of Aoife, licking at her skin, his eyes connecting with his other lover.
"No one gets to just watch..." He smiled, licking his lips, and Aoife's tender neck. So close to her, their bodies almost inseperable he could feel the shiver as it ran up her spine.
"Aoife... come, let us help our friend feel more comfortable.
He eased her up, shaking feet. Oh, god, he shouldn't have moved her. Poor thing was in the middle of a great feeling, a powerful orgasm... he had to move her though, stand her up.
And, where Melody had sit, Scot bent Aoife over slowly, letting her ease on top of Melody. The two girls, their bodies touching, sensual, lingering touch. Breasts touching, hard nipples found each other. Scott licked against Aoife's back, his whisper the devil in her ear.
"Touch her... make her feel what you feel. Explore her body... like I explore yours."
His cock, hot, erect, pressing against her slipped once more inside. This time her legs were not open, this time he was standing, bent over a perfect female body. He took her this way, still bent over her, pressing her down into the other woman. All three of them starting a rhythm now, all three of them in the middle of it.
Yes... yes... this is what he wanted.
A whimper...
In the end, it would be a whimper.
This is the way the world ends...
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
The whimper of lust, soft and sensual in his mouth, as it closed down around Aoife. She was hot, eager, writhing under his cock as it pistoned inside of her. Their rhythm a crash of ocean upon the shore, unending, over and over again.
Scott had to pull out, looking down at Melody. He was mounted on top of Aoife, licking at her skin, his eyes connecting with his other lover.
"No one gets to just watch..." He smiled, licking his lips, and Aoife's tender neck. So close to her, their bodies almost inseperable he could feel the shiver as it ran up her spine.
"Aoife... come, let us help our friend feel more comfortable.
He eased her up, shaking feet. Oh, god, he shouldn't have moved her. Poor thing was in the middle of a great feeling, a powerful orgasm... he had to move her though, stand her up.
And, where Melody had sit, Scot bent Aoife over slowly, letting her ease on top of Melody. The two girls, their bodies touching, sensual, lingering touch. Breasts touching, hard nipples found each other. Scott licked against Aoife's back, his whisper the devil in her ear.
"Touch her... make her feel what you feel. Explore her body... like I explore yours."
His cock, hot, erect, pressing against her slipped once more inside. This time her legs were not open, this time he was standing, bent over a perfect female body. He took her this way, still bent over her, pressing her down into the other woman. All three of them starting a rhythm now, all three of them in the middle of it.
Yes... yes... this is what he wanted.
A whimper...
In the end, it would be a whimper.
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Tara
“Tyler!” she called out for the dog, the lilting sound of her Irish homeland more pronounced in her exasperation.
“Oh, for pity’s sake, you beast!”
He had been a good fellow while she unpacked their gear in a small waiting room. It was an inside room, with no windows, a table and a few chairs. She kept the table but dragged out the chairs and dragged in the sofa for another, better-decorated office. Leaving the door open to catch what little light remained of the day, she warmed up a couple of ready-to-eat meals for herself and Tyler. It seemed pointless to carry special rations for the dog, when they could easily survive on the same food. The could share, he needed more meat and she needed more fruits and veggies – like Jack Sprat and his wife, together they could clean any plate.
After dinner, Tyler wondered off to do some exploring while she lit the small propane torch that could double as a heater… propane she needed more propane. Another reason to have a vehicle, as it got colder she would no longer be able to carry everything they’d need to survive. Survival, it was all she had.
In the quiet of the little office, in the near dark, she closed her eyes and wished for tears that still wouldn’t come.
Tyler barked. A warning bark.
She jumped to her feet, hoping she wasn’t going to be sorry she left the old man’s guns behind.
“Tyler!” she called out for the dog, the lilting sound of her Irish homeland more pronounced in her exasperation.
“Oh, for pity’s sake, you beast!”, the dog comes back to her side and some of her confidence returns, but only some.
Her voice softens, “Is there someone there?”
“Tyler!” she called out for the dog, the lilting sound of her Irish homeland more pronounced in her exasperation.
“Oh, for pity’s sake, you beast!”
He had been a good fellow while she unpacked their gear in a small waiting room. It was an inside room, with no windows, a table and a few chairs. She kept the table but dragged out the chairs and dragged in the sofa for another, better-decorated office. Leaving the door open to catch what little light remained of the day, she warmed up a couple of ready-to-eat meals for herself and Tyler. It seemed pointless to carry special rations for the dog, when they could easily survive on the same food. The could share, he needed more meat and she needed more fruits and veggies – like Jack Sprat and his wife, together they could clean any plate.
After dinner, Tyler wondered off to do some exploring while she lit the small propane torch that could double as a heater… propane she needed more propane. Another reason to have a vehicle, as it got colder she would no longer be able to carry everything they’d need to survive. Survival, it was all she had.
In the quiet of the little office, in the near dark, she closed her eyes and wished for tears that still wouldn’t come.
Tyler barked. A warning bark.
She jumped to her feet, hoping she wasn’t going to be sorry she left the old man’s guns behind.
“Tyler!” she called out for the dog, the lilting sound of her Irish homeland more pronounced in her exasperation.
“Oh, for pity’s sake, you beast!”, the dog comes back to her side and some of her confidence returns, but only some.
Her voice softens, “Is there someone there?”
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Tara
Following Tyler’s eyes, she saw the movement in the shadows. Her first instinct was to run, run back to the little office, and lock the door until she was alone again. That was what her fear was telling her to do but the loneliness in her counseled patience, wait, see, run last not first.
She watched as the shadow moved into the light.
"Um..hello..I..I heard your dog and followed him here."
Um.. it was the um that first put her at ease. Murderous rapists, foul inhuman monsters, fiendish criminals don’t introduce themselves with an um.. they use profanity and weapons. She knew she was being foolish, that anyone can say um but it just sounded so perfectly normal. She realized she was letting her mind wonder mostly because she didn’t know what to say. It was like a very uncomfortable blind date, and the thought made her smile. She smiled in the darkness but it carried into her voice.
“Tyler. His name is Tyler. Well, that is what I have been calling him.” Nervous, her accent becomes more pronounced.
As the figure moved into the light and she could see him better, she resisted the urge do something foolish, like embrace him just for being a living human.
“I’m Tara.” She says awkwardly. “I umm… Hello.”
When all else fails, fall back on the old traditions, “Are you hungry? We have MRE’s, they aren’t very tasty, but they are hot and filling…”
Embarrassed she trails off, wishing she had opted for the hug, it would have been less uncomfortable.
Following Tyler’s eyes, she saw the movement in the shadows. Her first instinct was to run, run back to the little office, and lock the door until she was alone again. That was what her fear was telling her to do but the loneliness in her counseled patience, wait, see, run last not first.
She watched as the shadow moved into the light.
"Um..hello..I..I heard your dog and followed him here."
Um.. it was the um that first put her at ease. Murderous rapists, foul inhuman monsters, fiendish criminals don’t introduce themselves with an um.. they use profanity and weapons. She knew she was being foolish, that anyone can say um but it just sounded so perfectly normal. She realized she was letting her mind wonder mostly because she didn’t know what to say. It was like a very uncomfortable blind date, and the thought made her smile. She smiled in the darkness but it carried into her voice.
“Tyler. His name is Tyler. Well, that is what I have been calling him.” Nervous, her accent becomes more pronounced.
As the figure moved into the light and she could see him better, she resisted the urge do something foolish, like embrace him just for being a living human.
“I’m Tara.” She says awkwardly. “I umm… Hello.”
When all else fails, fall back on the old traditions, “Are you hungry? We have MRE’s, they aren’t very tasty, but they are hot and filling…”
Embarrassed she trails off, wishing she had opted for the hug, it would have been less uncomfortable.
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Aoife Patrick
Aoife whimpered as Scott withdrew, his mouth slowly devouring her sensitive neck. Licking and teasing, his cock claiming her sex as his own with ever increasing speed. Her body responding in kind, her hips grinding against his, her clit throbbing and aching as their bodies collided again and again.
She cried out, actually cried out as she felt him withdraw from inside her, just as she was cresting the wave of pleasure that was rushing throughout her.
"No one gets to just watch...Aoife... come, let us help our friend feel more comfortable."
Aoife didn't think she could move but somehow she found herself up on her feet, moving towards Melody, guided by Scott's hands, his tongue still teasing her skin.
He bent her forwards at the waist, so that her chest rested against Melody's. She was trembling as their skin rubbed over one anothers', sighing as Scott's tongue trailed up her back.
"Touch her... make her feel what you feel. Explore her body... like I explore yours."
As Scott entered her once more, Aoife moved her mouth over one of Melody's nipples. Taking it tentatively into her warm, wet mouth. Stroking and fondling the firm nub of flesh with the tip of her tongue. After a moment or two, groaning softly around it as Scott's strokes reignited the desires and lusts within her body, she drew her nipple a little deeper into her mouth.
Aoife whimpered as Scott withdrew, his mouth slowly devouring her sensitive neck. Licking and teasing, his cock claiming her sex as his own with ever increasing speed. Her body responding in kind, her hips grinding against his, her clit throbbing and aching as their bodies collided again and again.
She cried out, actually cried out as she felt him withdraw from inside her, just as she was cresting the wave of pleasure that was rushing throughout her.
"No one gets to just watch...Aoife... come, let us help our friend feel more comfortable."
Aoife didn't think she could move but somehow she found herself up on her feet, moving towards Melody, guided by Scott's hands, his tongue still teasing her skin.
He bent her forwards at the waist, so that her chest rested against Melody's. She was trembling as their skin rubbed over one anothers', sighing as Scott's tongue trailed up her back.
"Touch her... make her feel what you feel. Explore her body... like I explore yours."
As Scott entered her once more, Aoife moved her mouth over one of Melody's nipples. Taking it tentatively into her warm, wet mouth. Stroking and fondling the firm nub of flesh with the tip of her tongue. After a moment or two, groaning softly around it as Scott's strokes reignited the desires and lusts within her body, she drew her nipple a little deeper into her mouth.
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After packing up camp and having a small breakfast, he worked his way slowly further away from Los Angeles on his bike. The going was slow...it looked as if in their hurry to escape from the city people had gotten in car accidents, which hadn't been cleaned up by anyone. There were pieces of metal and glass everywhere, and if he wasn't careful, he would find himself with two flat tires and walking over the glass on his feet. After getting past the horrendous scene he sped away as fast as his legs would take him.
He had woken up at a fairly early hour - the sun not even begun to rise yet when he finished breakfast. This was strange for him but he was happy about it - it meant he could get further with his time. When the sun had risen more into the sky he decided he needed a break and stopped the bike, sitting by the side of the road, looking over everything that was in front of him. He had nothing with him to do - no books, no radio, nothing. So he simply stared at the world around him and then he heard heard it - a car. At first he thought it was his imagination, that he couldn't possibly be hearing it, who else was alive? But when he heard it a second time he knew it was real. It wasn't as close as he would like - he had no idea where it was - but he could hear it. Where there's a car, that meant people!
Malcolm yelled out as loud as he could "Hello?!?!? Is anyone out there?" He silenced himself, waiting, hoping for a response.
He had woken up at a fairly early hour - the sun not even begun to rise yet when he finished breakfast. This was strange for him but he was happy about it - it meant he could get further with his time. When the sun had risen more into the sky he decided he needed a break and stopped the bike, sitting by the side of the road, looking over everything that was in front of him. He had nothing with him to do - no books, no radio, nothing. So he simply stared at the world around him and then he heard heard it - a car. At first he thought it was his imagination, that he couldn't possibly be hearing it, who else was alive? But when he heard it a second time he knew it was real. It wasn't as close as he would like - he had no idea where it was - but he could hear it. Where there's a car, that meant people!
Malcolm yelled out as loud as he could "Hello?!?!? Is anyone out there?" He silenced himself, waiting, hoping for a response.
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Alley Martin heading west, somewhere in the midwest
Alley wasn't sure where she was. She felt so lost, so afraid. She hadn't come across anyone. She pulled her car off to the side of the road. Her body silently shaking with her tears.
All she wanted was to see, to hear someone else. To know that she wasn't the only one alive. Her head leaned against the steering wheel as she cried. No one could hear her, she hadn't seen a soul. What would she do.
Alley wasn't sure where she was. She felt so lost, so afraid. She hadn't come across anyone. She pulled her car off to the side of the road. Her body silently shaking with her tears.
All she wanted was to see, to hear someone else. To know that she wasn't the only one alive. Her head leaned against the steering wheel as she cried. No one could hear her, she hadn't seen a soul. What would she do.
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Kuuroinochou said:
"sure thing. it'll only take a few minutes to get these cleaned up, then we can have a little picnic right here in the road. this is going to sting a bit. if i hurt you, you tell me."
using the antiseptic wipes from his military first aid kit, steve carefully washed the cuts on rivy's arms and neck. he could smell the iodine in the wash and knew it probably stung like hell, but she never flinched.
"you're tougher than i am. i'd be screaming like a baby by now" he said, trying to make it easier on himself as well as the girl. "now, you've got a couple on one cheek, so i'm going to touch your face."
carefully, he bathed the scrapes and small cuts on her face, trying to avoid touching anywhere near her eyes. that part really worried him. he had no idea what was wrong, much less what to do.
"uh, let's wait till i finish with the cuts, then we'll take a peek under there" rivy only nodded, reaching out and playing with lucky as he ran back and forth between them.
moving down to her legs, there were so many more cuts. when he saw the soles of her feet, he was stunned at the amount of broken glass he saw. he had to use a set of tweezers from the kit to pull several pieces out. it almost made him gag, but rivy never made a sound. after bathing both feet, steve started back at her arms, putting ointment and bandaids on the cuts, working his way back to her feet.
"there are so many cuts, i think i'll just wrap your feet for now." he was stalling, but now it was time to look under that wrap on her face. "give me a second, i'll be right back."
he walked back to the hummer and found his buddy jack in his usual place. taking a couple of long pulls from the bottle, he steeled himself for the final part of his job. "come on, macho-man," he muttered "your damsel in distress is depending on you."
kneeling in front of her, steve reaches around to loosen the dirty wrap she had made. for the first time, she flinches, not from the contact, but from the smell of the liquor on his breath. "sorry 'bout that, i just needed a little false courage."
he was embarassed and ashamed, but went on as she relaxed. undoing her knot, he eased the filthy rag from her face. her eyes were red and swollen shut.
"i need you to lean your head to one side," he said, opening a new bottle of cool water. "i'm going to try to wash your eyes." she looked even more helpless now, but he recalled she had gone through all the cleaning of her cuts without a whimper, so he took a deep breath and began to pour the water over one eye. she jerked when the coolness first touched the skin, but held steady from then on.
"now get ready, i'm going to try to open your eyelids." prying them apart, he saw how red and swollen her eye was. a film was covering the whole eye and he kept pouring, trying to wash it away. when the bottle was empty, he repeated the process on the other eye. taking a tube of opthalmic steroid cream from the kit, he opened one eye and covered it with the cream, then the other, finishing the job with eye patches. by now his knees were shaking and his stomach rolling. on impulse, he leaned close and kissed rivy on her forehead.
"i, um, mom always kissed my boo-boos and it seemed to help." he stammered out. "i didn't mean anything by it"
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Tara - Maryland
"S..sure...I am a little hungry that is if its okay with you? I have a little bit of food myself but it isn't much and I wouldn't want to be using up your own supplies."
"oh and my names Ga-" He suddenly sneezed, being still drenched from head to toe in soaking wet clothing from the rain. "Gary Miller."
“God bless you, Gary Miller.”
She presses down the feeling of concern at the sound of his sneeze. It could be just a cold, of it could be the Flu. No, he’d be dead my now if he wasn’t immune. Unless, he was isolated until recently.
“Come with me…” She leads him back towards the little office she has turned into tonight’s camp. “Tyler and I are happy to share what we have. In fact, as this is cause for celebration, we are obligated to pull all stops and go all out.” She stops and turns around to look at him, making sure she isn’t imagining him. She adds, her voice lilting and soft, “Its been along time since we’ve seen anyone else.”
Shaking the softness and trying to be practical, she pauses to collect a pair of metal chairs and sets them at the table in the office.
“Have a seat.” She gestures to the table and chairs… In the light of the small office, she can see how wet he is, how cold he looks. “But take off those wet things first.” She turns up the gas on the little propane heater and closes the door. “It’s a tiny room, we’ll have you warm and starting to dry in no time, and then we can share a meal and tell of our… adventures.”
Or sit quietly, talking of nothing, thinking of little, just happy to be able to look at the face of another human being, Tara didn’t care which.
"S..sure...I am a little hungry that is if its okay with you? I have a little bit of food myself but it isn't much and I wouldn't want to be using up your own supplies."
"oh and my names Ga-" He suddenly sneezed, being still drenched from head to toe in soaking wet clothing from the rain. "Gary Miller."
“God bless you, Gary Miller.”
She presses down the feeling of concern at the sound of his sneeze. It could be just a cold, of it could be the Flu. No, he’d be dead my now if he wasn’t immune. Unless, he was isolated until recently.
“Come with me…” She leads him back towards the little office she has turned into tonight’s camp. “Tyler and I are happy to share what we have. In fact, as this is cause for celebration, we are obligated to pull all stops and go all out.” She stops and turns around to look at him, making sure she isn’t imagining him. She adds, her voice lilting and soft, “Its been along time since we’ve seen anyone else.”
Shaking the softness and trying to be practical, she pauses to collect a pair of metal chairs and sets them at the table in the office.
“Have a seat.” She gestures to the table and chairs… In the light of the small office, she can see how wet he is, how cold he looks. “But take off those wet things first.” She turns up the gas on the little propane heater and closes the door. “It’s a tiny room, we’ll have you warm and starting to dry in no time, and then we can share a meal and tell of our… adventures.”
Or sit quietly, talking of nothing, thinking of little, just happy to be able to look at the face of another human being, Tara didn’t care which.
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She endured what little pain she could, playing with Lucky to distract from the pain she could not. All in all she did pretty good until he came to clean her eyes. The pain was quite horrible and she didn't know if she'd be able to see after all of the treatment. However, it was best to clean it out as much as possible. She couldn't stop the whimpers that had escaped her when her eyes were being surviced. It felt strange and despite that the fact that she had life with her, someone to talk to comforted her.
When he kissed her forehead it was enough to make her break down which she did as she flung herself in his arms. She cried, feeling the weight of her situation baring down on her. She didn't mean to be such a burden but the reality of their situation wasn't pretty, no life for miles and until a few moments ago she felt she would die out her all alone. "Its okay." she finally spoke between hiccups. "I was lonely out here... barely able to defend myself but I tried. It was just so hard." she breathed sitting up a bit.
She still couldn't see but didn't care at this point. Sight was such a minor detail to the reality they were living now. You were lucky to be breathing let alone see or speak at this point. Oddly she could feel the tears welling and the easily stung her already sour and bruised eyes. It was the saltiness that cause the pain and she quickly stiffened in his arms trying to fight against her tears. "It hurts so much..." she whimpered rubbing at her eyes. Trying to will herself not to cry anymore she sat there a moment feeling sorry for herself.
But that was short lived. "Is it okay if I come with you? I don't want to be left alone anymore. Please?"
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“Ad.adventures?”
“Yeh, that was a poorly chosen word.” Is there a polite euphemism for the hellish nightmare of death and attempted survival, she wonders. What is polite way of asking – hey, what have you been doing since the world ended?
She caught herself tempted to peek at the undressing Gary, but redoubled her effort to make a meal instead, pausing only to hand him a rolled up blanket.
“There’s no point in freezing while we’re trying to keep you from freezing, is there?”
Working quickly and efficiently it isn’t long before she presents him with a camp plate topped with hot military rations, a bag of juice and mug of hot tea. It looked and smelled more like diner food then home cooking, a beef stew and vegetables, a chunk of bread and even a bag of M&M’s. She sits down across the table from him with a steaming styrofoam cup in her hands.
“Go ahead, eat. Tyler and I just had dinner.” At the sound of his name the dog in the corner of the little room, trumps his tail on the floor. “I found some little cherry pies; we can all have dessert together. You eat, I’ll talk, and then you can tell me about yourself.”
Seated now, with nothing to do, her embarrassment returns.
“I… um… I was in Philadelphia when the epidemic broke out. I have no family and few friends to worry about, so I was luckier then many, I suppose. Everyone I cared about was back in Ireland; I don’t know what happened to them.”
She runs her hand through her gold curls, using her fingers to push the memories of her friends and family from her head.
“When everything had fallen apart I didn’t see how I could survive a cold Pennsylvania winter alone. I tried to find other people but the ones I met were… not social.” Not social - just another euphemism, this one meaning violent and cruel, and possibly murderous. Tara had no desire to remain and find out.
“Decided I’d have a better chance on my own if didn’t have to worry about freezing to death, so I started walking south. I made a mistake and went down the wrong side of the Chesapeake and had to back-track but it was for the best, I wouldn’t have found Tyler if I hadn’t gotten lost.”
“Ad.adventures?”
“Yeh, that was a poorly chosen word.” Is there a polite euphemism for the hellish nightmare of death and attempted survival, she wonders. What is polite way of asking – hey, what have you been doing since the world ended?
She caught herself tempted to peek at the undressing Gary, but redoubled her effort to make a meal instead, pausing only to hand him a rolled up blanket.
“There’s no point in freezing while we’re trying to keep you from freezing, is there?”
Working quickly and efficiently it isn’t long before she presents him with a camp plate topped with hot military rations, a bag of juice and mug of hot tea. It looked and smelled more like diner food then home cooking, a beef stew and vegetables, a chunk of bread and even a bag of M&M’s. She sits down across the table from him with a steaming styrofoam cup in her hands.
“Go ahead, eat. Tyler and I just had dinner.” At the sound of his name the dog in the corner of the little room, trumps his tail on the floor. “I found some little cherry pies; we can all have dessert together. You eat, I’ll talk, and then you can tell me about yourself.”
Seated now, with nothing to do, her embarrassment returns.
“I… um… I was in Philadelphia when the epidemic broke out. I have no family and few friends to worry about, so I was luckier then many, I suppose. Everyone I cared about was back in Ireland; I don’t know what happened to them.”
She runs her hand through her gold curls, using her fingers to push the memories of her friends and family from her head.
“When everything had fallen apart I didn’t see how I could survive a cold Pennsylvania winter alone. I tried to find other people but the ones I met were… not social.” Not social - just another euphemism, this one meaning violent and cruel, and possibly murderous. Tara had no desire to remain and find out.
“Decided I’d have a better chance on my own if didn’t have to worry about freezing to death, so I started walking south. I made a mistake and went down the wrong side of the Chesapeake and had to back-track but it was for the best, I wouldn’t have found Tyler if I hadn’t gotten lost.”
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Lauren Rutherford ~ Des Moines, IA
She found the generator easily enough, but that was the only easy thing about it. Like something out of a cartoon, Lauren had expected a big, glowing neon sign pointing to a switch saying, "On". But that was not the case. After a few hours' rummaging through the gas station, she was able to find the manual and get it working.
Tired, dirty, and annoyed at the inconvenience, Lauren trooped back to the store and finally flipped the switch on the receiver. Instant static, blaring at her through 200+ watt speakers. She quickly turned down the voume and slowly, painstakingly so as not to miss even the faintest sound, she moved down the dial. For a while, she felt as like Jodi Foster in Contact, straining to hear messages from Alpha Centauri, until...
"...Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man..."
Some more static and Lauren gasped as though she had been struck. Someone was transmitting. She was not imagining things--at least she fervently hoped not. If the best her imagination could come up with was a Blue Oyster Cult song, then she had most definitely had her fill of solitude. She fished around the same spot on the dial, watching the LED numbers jump as they tried to grab hold of a signal. Then, just as she was about to hit her breaking point, the numbers stopped jumping as they held a strong, steady signal.
"Route 66 , Weatherford just west of Oklahoma City , is there anyone there ?"
Music. That one voice was utter music. She tore through the map carousel next to the QuikStop's counter and found a road atlas showing her the midwest in detail. A little dismayed at first, but in the grand scheme of things, she figured that roughly 600 miles to Weatherford, Oklahoma was as good as a plan as any.
"Time to fill up some gas cans," she said to no one in particular. She was headed out west, happy to have a goal. After all, she was all about goals.
She found the generator easily enough, but that was the only easy thing about it. Like something out of a cartoon, Lauren had expected a big, glowing neon sign pointing to a switch saying, "On". But that was not the case. After a few hours' rummaging through the gas station, she was able to find the manual and get it working.
Tired, dirty, and annoyed at the inconvenience, Lauren trooped back to the store and finally flipped the switch on the receiver. Instant static, blaring at her through 200+ watt speakers. She quickly turned down the voume and slowly, painstakingly so as not to miss even the faintest sound, she moved down the dial. For a while, she felt as like Jodi Foster in Contact, straining to hear messages from Alpha Centauri, until...
"...Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man..."
Some more static and Lauren gasped as though she had been struck. Someone was transmitting. She was not imagining things--at least she fervently hoped not. If the best her imagination could come up with was a Blue Oyster Cult song, then she had most definitely had her fill of solitude. She fished around the same spot on the dial, watching the LED numbers jump as they tried to grab hold of a signal. Then, just as she was about to hit her breaking point, the numbers stopped jumping as they held a strong, steady signal.
"Route 66 , Weatherford just west of Oklahoma City , is there anyone there ?"
Music. That one voice was utter music. She tore through the map carousel next to the QuikStop's counter and found a road atlas showing her the midwest in detail. A little dismayed at first, but in the grand scheme of things, she figured that roughly 600 miles to Weatherford, Oklahoma was as good as a plan as any.
"Time to fill up some gas cans," she said to no one in particular. She was headed out west, happy to have a goal. After all, she was all about goals.
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Kuuroinochou said:
as he sat there, his arms around rivy, he felt emotions that had never touched his soul before. his mother had constantly harped about women as greedy, gold dgiging tramps. he had never had a meaningful relation with any woman and his only intimate contact had been with prostitutes. now, he was holding a defenseless girl in his arms as she cried and asked for his help. just a few days ago, he'd have quickly said yes, hoping he could take advantage of her weakness with no concern for her feelings. was that all this was now?
torn between the cold guilt of his past ways and the warmth of feeling like a real protector, he rocked her gently in his arms for a few seconds before answering her.
"well, sure you can stay with me, uh i mean us. we'd be glad to have you along, isn't that right lucky?" the pup bounced up into rivy's lap and wiggled close as the last of her sobs faded away.
"lets get you off this hard pavement and find you something to eat first." he stood, picking her up and carrying her to the passenger side of the hummer. "sorry, but the army didn't put very comfortable seats in these things." he couldn't help but hug her quickly before stepping away.
lucky whimpered, being too small to jump into the door. scooping the pup up, steve placed him in rivy's lap. "hold him for a second while i rustle up some food. you may have to fight him for it, though. he seems to think this is all his and only lets me have the left overs."
afraid to lean over her, steve walks around the humv and digs out several mre's. his old buddy jack is on the diver's seat, beckoning. uncertainty wins out and he stops for a long shot of the brown liquor to help steady his nerves. returning to the passenger side, he opens one of the meals and sits it on the road for lucky. "don't want him bothering you while you try to eat. we have something that claims to be made of turkey for the entree. hope that's all right. sorry it's cold, but i figure you want to eat now" opening the can, he reaches down and puts it into her hands. "let me get you the fork, then enjoy."
he stands in the door and watches his two new charges eating, wondering about what happens next. maybe one more shot of jack will help him figure out what to do.
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Rivy squeaked as he lifted her up without much trouble. It was hard to place her trust into a complete stranger like this. Especially being so independ for most of her life. The fact that she didn't once think about dating, or men in general. Thinking them to be annoyances that women had to go through for social reasons more than love or family value. She herself loved her family and had taken care of the little ones as best she could but when all that responsibility was stripped from her; she suddenly found just how helpless she truly was.
A slight fit of emotion crept through her but she managed to fight it off as she was set down in the hummer. Lucky was such a warm welcome, perhaps he'd help in her gradual trust of Steve. Using Lucky as a means to take care of someone as she already pegged Steve for a man who could do just fine on his own.
Lucky whinned and she relized he couldn't get into the humv but was quickly dropped off into her lap. Taking to him quickly she petted him while Steve gathered some food together. Smiling down on Lucky she soothed him and played with him until Steve returned where he placed the pup back on the ground to eat some food there while she was given her own rations. She didn't argue over anything simply feeling out the food as best she could. It wasn't the best food in the world but it was so much better than none at all. Her stomach practically growled its satisfaction as she ate her food quickly.
Covering her mouth she burped in satisfaction giggling slightly in embarassment. "Pardon." she said and tried listening to Steve's movements as she could smell liquor in the air. "Steve... what was life like for you... before all this?" she asked. Perhaps getting to know him better would set her at ease. For now she didn't know if she could trust him or if she wanted to lay her life in his hands. He had already helped to clean her wounds and feed her now he was offering to take her along with him. The least she could do was throw him a line at some point. She managed to smile taking another fork full of her food.
[mre's are so nasty but there are some good ones, and they warm up the food in a very odd way.]
A slight fit of emotion crept through her but she managed to fight it off as she was set down in the hummer. Lucky was such a warm welcome, perhaps he'd help in her gradual trust of Steve. Using Lucky as a means to take care of someone as she already pegged Steve for a man who could do just fine on his own.
Lucky whinned and she relized he couldn't get into the humv but was quickly dropped off into her lap. Taking to him quickly she petted him while Steve gathered some food together. Smiling down on Lucky she soothed him and played with him until Steve returned where he placed the pup back on the ground to eat some food there while she was given her own rations. She didn't argue over anything simply feeling out the food as best she could. It wasn't the best food in the world but it was so much better than none at all. Her stomach practically growled its satisfaction as she ate her food quickly.
Covering her mouth she burped in satisfaction giggling slightly in embarassment. "Pardon." she said and tried listening to Steve's movements as she could smell liquor in the air. "Steve... what was life like for you... before all this?" she asked. Perhaps getting to know him better would set her at ease. For now she didn't know if she could trust him or if she wanted to lay her life in his hands. He had already helped to clean her wounds and feed her now he was offering to take her along with him. The least she could do was throw him a line at some point. She managed to smile taking another fork full of her food.
[mre's are so nasty but there are some good ones, and they warm up the food in a very odd way.]
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"Good to have him on our side then. He seems to be good at being a guard dog and perhapes will even help lead us to others that are friendly. Just as it led me to you."
… our side? thought Tara. She wasn’t aware there was a 'our side'. She had not thought beyond sharing a warm meal and a dry place to sleep. Was traveling with Gary something she should consider? She knew it was probably a good idea and he seemed nice enough but still…
“I don’t know how much of a watch dog he his, he’s a heavy sleeper, I think.” She wobbles her head side to side, “But to be fair to him, we haven’t encountered anything or anyone in the still of the night, only during daylight.”
As Gary finishes, she pulls together his empty plates and pours out more tea. “He wouldn’t have been much good against the mob in Philadelphia; they were armed to the teeth. I’m convinced I only got away so easily because they were unwilling to halt their looting.”
Her voice softens and takes on a resonating edge of fear. “I think they already killed the store owner. Everything I've seen just shows a world gone to hell in a handbasket.”
She holds her tea as if to sip it but does not, she is trying to stuff the memory of the man sprawled in pool of fresh blood into a box she will never open again.
“Are you ready for some pie?” she tries to sound light as she attempts to push away the darkness before it can seep into what should be a happy little occasion.
She adds with a little smile, "Do you want to be civilized and have it on plates, or should we skip the formalities and tuck in with our spoons?"
"Good to have him on our side then. He seems to be good at being a guard dog and perhapes will even help lead us to others that are friendly. Just as it led me to you."
… our side? thought Tara. She wasn’t aware there was a 'our side'. She had not thought beyond sharing a warm meal and a dry place to sleep. Was traveling with Gary something she should consider? She knew it was probably a good idea and he seemed nice enough but still…
“I don’t know how much of a watch dog he his, he’s a heavy sleeper, I think.” She wobbles her head side to side, “But to be fair to him, we haven’t encountered anything or anyone in the still of the night, only during daylight.”
As Gary finishes, she pulls together his empty plates and pours out more tea. “He wouldn’t have been much good against the mob in Philadelphia; they were armed to the teeth. I’m convinced I only got away so easily because they were unwilling to halt their looting.”
Her voice softens and takes on a resonating edge of fear. “I think they already killed the store owner. Everything I've seen just shows a world gone to hell in a handbasket.”
She holds her tea as if to sip it but does not, she is trying to stuff the memory of the man sprawled in pool of fresh blood into a box she will never open again.
“Are you ready for some pie?” she tries to sound light as she attempts to push away the darkness before it can seep into what should be a happy little occasion.
She adds with a little smile, "Do you want to be civilized and have it on plates, or should we skip the formalities and tuck in with our spoons?"
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As she listened to Gary, Tara ate the cherries from her pie and absent-mindedly fed the crust and filling to an eager Tyler.
"..I do have family but they live up in pennsylvania..I haven't heard anything from them so I'm fearing the worst..." Gary began scratching the back of his head nerviously. "Thats were I was going since I don't really have any were else to go but...in a sense I'm kind of afraid...It might be better if I didn't know if they are alive or not then to actully confirm it."
She wonders how much he really wants to know, how much she should tell him. She saw the mortality statistics from the University of Pennsylvania Hospital, she knew the symptoms and the rate of infection, but she didn’t know how much he wanted to hear. She thought about it and decided somehow, it seemed better to let him learn on his own, and accept it when he was ready. She had a skip full of information and was stilling clinging to the hope some of her family was alive, to try to take that from him would be cruel.
She watches him shift uncomfortably and attempts a comforting smile.
“I imagine there are some survivors crossing the continent right now, hoping to find loved ones alive on the others side, but there are also others who are just trying to adapt and survive. You have to decide what you want to do.”
She lets Tyler lick the last of her pie from her sticky fingers, “As I said, in that sense, I was lucky. I have no hope of getting home in the foreseeable future, little hope of learning the truth, so my immediate survival is my only concern. I can worry and wonder about them all I want but I can’t do a damn thing.”
As she listened to Gary, Tara ate the cherries from her pie and absent-mindedly fed the crust and filling to an eager Tyler.
"..I do have family but they live up in pennsylvania..I haven't heard anything from them so I'm fearing the worst..." Gary began scratching the back of his head nerviously. "Thats were I was going since I don't really have any were else to go but...in a sense I'm kind of afraid...It might be better if I didn't know if they are alive or not then to actully confirm it."
She wonders how much he really wants to know, how much she should tell him. She saw the mortality statistics from the University of Pennsylvania Hospital, she knew the symptoms and the rate of infection, but she didn’t know how much he wanted to hear. She thought about it and decided somehow, it seemed better to let him learn on his own, and accept it when he was ready. She had a skip full of information and was stilling clinging to the hope some of her family was alive, to try to take that from him would be cruel.
She watches him shift uncomfortably and attempts a comforting smile.
“I imagine there are some survivors crossing the continent right now, hoping to find loved ones alive on the others side, but there are also others who are just trying to adapt and survive. You have to decide what you want to do.”
She lets Tyler lick the last of her pie from her sticky fingers, “As I said, in that sense, I was lucky. I have no hope of getting home in the foreseeable future, little hope of learning the truth, so my immediate survival is my only concern. I can worry and wonder about them all I want but I can’t do a damn thing.”
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"Thanks Tara..for everything. I don't think I would of made it through the night without your help and company. I was really starting to loose it out there...Thanks."
Tara shakes her head, “Don’t say things like that, don’t doubt your strength before its tested. You would have thought of something, you would have found something to focus on or set a goal and that would have pushed you to make the next step. One step at a time keeps you moving and that is all it takes.”
She gives him a sheepish smile, “My goal was to walk to the Sunbelt, without a map. I left the city without a map, all I had was a couple of days worth of food and a direction.” She runs her fingers through her short gold curls, “I was lucky, so lucky. I managed to find things I could use along the way.” She shrugs, “but if I hadn’t, I’d be dead.”
“So now, it a continuation of my newly established life of crime –didn’t pay for any of this stuff, I stole it all- I want to steal a car. We’ll keep heading south, I guess, I don’t have anyplace else to go.” She tucks a wayward curl behind her and looks down at the dog now napping on her feet.
“Tyler liked you, so I guess it would be ok. If you wanted… if you don’t have plans… or anything, you could come with us. If you wanted to. You don’t have to, of course.”
“We’re not kidnapping you or anything.” She smiles and laughs nervously at her own poor attempt at a joke.
"Thanks Tara..for everything. I don't think I would of made it through the night without your help and company. I was really starting to loose it out there...Thanks."
Tara shakes her head, “Don’t say things like that, don’t doubt your strength before its tested. You would have thought of something, you would have found something to focus on or set a goal and that would have pushed you to make the next step. One step at a time keeps you moving and that is all it takes.”
She gives him a sheepish smile, “My goal was to walk to the Sunbelt, without a map. I left the city without a map, all I had was a couple of days worth of food and a direction.” She runs her fingers through her short gold curls, “I was lucky, so lucky. I managed to find things I could use along the way.” She shrugs, “but if I hadn’t, I’d be dead.”
“So now, it a continuation of my newly established life of crime –didn’t pay for any of this stuff, I stole it all- I want to steal a car. We’ll keep heading south, I guess, I don’t have anyplace else to go.” She tucks a wayward curl behind her and looks down at the dog now napping on her feet.
“Tyler liked you, so I guess it would be ok. If you wanted… if you don’t have plans… or anything, you could come with us. If you wanted to. You don’t have to, of course.”
“We’re not kidnapping you or anything.” She smiles and laughs nervously at her own poor attempt at a joke.
