Disclaimer: The following story is completely fantasy and the events and characters are all purely for the reader's spicy, and kinky pleasure. Some of the characters however are possibly inspired by real people from the author's personal life. Enjoy!
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The year was, well shit, never-mind the year...
Everything went to Hell after a series of arguments between world leaders. The older generations of the United States no longer wanted anything to do with the United Nations and was attempting everything to eliminate their rivals. From North Korea, to terrorist organizations, and furthermore, the American leadership sought to protect its people from absolute threat. This only triggered a strange and unexpected biological attack. No one knew who or what had launched it but it began to claim lives all around the globe.
Some referred to it as the 'zombie apocalypse' as it began very common to see contagious bodies sprawled across the floor in some of the most impoverished places, but historians branded it as the return of the Black Plague. This 'thing', however, was spreading through air, and scientists around the globe scrambled to find a repellent, and elixir, or at least a treatment.
The point is, people were dying in massive numbers and no one trusted anyone anymore, but the most peculiar part was that of the extremely odd statistics in the depleting population. It seemed that close to 80% of the deaths were male.
And so, the Y chromosome crisis began, and most places became quiet, and deserted. The remaining surviving populations didn't have much else as communications were extremely scarce. One would kill others over a simple 3G cell-phone signal, but people wanted to thrive.
Pessimists wanted anyone else that was surviving to lose hope and accept fate...
Optimists, saw the much lighter sense, and knew that the most basic way to combat extinction was to have sex.
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Alonso Picasso was my name, at least before the whole 'end of the world' shin-dig ended up happening. Now, I have no fucking clue as to who the fuck I am or why the fuck I'm all alone in this God-forsaken Texas prairie. The interstate used to be full of noise, and now, it was a one in a million chance that you could hear anything. I was a survivor though, or at least I think I am, well, I mean I haven't died or started to bleed out of my eyes. (No kidding, that's how the first stages of that disease began). Shit was weird, and some psychos claimed that the Devil was possessing people from all the dramatic effects that took place during infection.
I never witnessed anything like it, but I was alone now. My family was far from me, and in such a damn small town that went to literally just me in population, I was just hoping I'd catch that shit. I'm 25, completely single, was going to school in Lubbock, TX for a bit, but then came back down to Midland. I could try and catch a radio signal every now and then, but most of the time it was static.
I am 5'11', built, short black hair, tan. I had skills and knowledge though. I could work very easily on cars as if I was an experienced surgeon and I was athletic. Food was hard to come by, but I was able to scavenge most of what was left in town.
It had been six weeks since I realized I was completely alone. I couldn't take it anymore, so I tuned up one of my old neighbor's trucks (he was rich) and decided that I'd be nomadic.
Would I find other life? Maybe, but even if I was driving away towards anticipated death, at least it would be somewhere else and not rooted to a single small town.
The interstate was very dark at night, but the stars in the sky never looked better. Luckily the Chevy Silverado also had the Bluetooth capability so I was able to hook my cell phone's music playlist to it. I knew I was at risk carrying that thing around. In fact, before all signal was lost in West Texas, I had heard of a report where some government officials were being hunted solely for their weapons and technology.
I kept singing along to the happy tune of George Strait, until I could see in the distance from over a hill, a small tingle of light. I pulled the truck over from the road and parked. I grabbed the assembling kit/case that was in the back seat and took some time to assemble the sniper rifle that I had taken from the safe of the same neighbor's house that I had taken the truck from. I stepped out of the truck, swift to not make any noise and I made sure I was completely alone.
No signs of life at all around me, an advantage to spy. I got into the bed of the truck and set up the rifle along the edge, pointing towards the light in the far distance. It was towards what seemed like a basin, just below the hill where I was. The only thing is that I'd have to leave the interstate, a huge risk at night in the country roads.
I set the night-vision scope on and observed, keeping all fingers away from the trigger. The light, seemed like it was a fire, a campfire if anything else. From the light that radiated from the flames I could also make up the Side of a small building. That fire hadn't made itself. It was not a natural occurrence.
I suppose I was going to risk it all now. I set the rifle down and began to dissemble it to get back behind the steering wheel.
As I began to mobilize the truck again, once back behind the wheel, I noticed an old dirt road that seemed to be an old ranch entrance. Sure enough, it would lead to the bottom of the hill towards that light. I set off my headlights, a very risky move, so not as to cause any alarming reactions and continued down the trail, not too many trees in sight to lose track of the light. I cut enough distance to consider almost a mile and I was finally making out more of what I had seen from the scope. Suddenly, the small building that was at a distance from the fire appeared to flash a very blinding light. I was caught, blinding and I hit the brakes.
I was certainly fucked now. I parked the truck and reached for another one of my guns, a Glock 40 with eyelids forcefully shut.
"STEP OUT OF THE TRUCK!" someone said over was sounded like a megaphone.
I couldn't see with the strong beam hitting me in the face, so I had to oblige. I killed the engine and stepped out of the truck with my hands in the air.
I kept my eyes shut as the light was still unbearable, but then I could feel it being shut off. My eyelids relaxed, but I was still blinded and the darkness was further prominent. All I heard was the approaching of another truck but it blazed past me and looped behind my truck.
I heard a voice yell from the moving truck's window, and it sounded feminine.
"You fucking move and I'll blow your damn brains out". The truck came to a stop and I could hear her disembarking and running towards me. All I felt next was the sharp and immediate smashing of a rifle's butt onto my head, but then everything felt cool and I felt as if I was floating into a cold, spacious void, not realizing that my unconscious body was now laying on the ground.
I awoke with my head punding. It was fucking pounding. Like if you had UPS knocking at your door forever but in your mentality. I felt like the skin on my forehead had something sticking on to it, but then I realized it was dried blood as I saw a few more spots of evidence on parts of my clothes.
I was in a bed, in just the tee shirt I had on before I was knocked out but I was also just in my boxers. I looked around, soft sunlight was peeking through the window of what seemed to be a bedroom in a trailer home. I saw my boots and my jeans folded on top of them in a chair near the bed. My phone was nowhere to be found and neither were any of my weapons, including any of the knives I had packed.
I heard footsteps coming towards the door to the room, and I watched in slight horror, anticipating someone to put a bullet in my head or something. From behind the swinging door appeared a very familiar face. I hadn't seen her since college, and was very shocked.
"Sydney?" I asked in absolute shock and agony.
She smiled lightly as she had also recognized me. Sydney was a girl I had known for most of my college career, sharing engineering courses together and studying. She was a brunette with sky blue eyes, a slim figure and was immensely sexy. I never had any confidence around her as I knew her true passions were the arts and not mathematics on gears and assembling. She modeled, not nude but certainly semi-nude, classy, and was a bit of an actress too.
"Good morning Alonso. I'm sorry about last night. I was just looking out for myself" she said addressing the blood and the pain in my head.
"What the hell got you way out here?" She continued.
"I could ask you the same" I responded, sitting up, finally gaining back more consciousness and strength.
To be blunt, after we were done with school we would follow each other on Facebook and other social media, and I knew she had married and moved to Dallas, but this obviously wasn't a big city now, was it?
