It was a strange kind of heaven to be surrounded by three sexually voracious women who came and wrapped me in the simple pleasure of their nakedness. Each stripping away an old life to begin something new. Something that would live on in the uncertain future.
Bare and free, they each fell at my feet and murmured as they played with the fruit of my loins fondling, kissing, licking and teasing me as the length of my cock responded to their touch. From one mouth to the other, they tasted and sucked their fill until I chose the one who would take my seed.
Under the orange glow of our single light, I groaned and pushed myself deeper into the youngest mouth and filled it full of thick ejaculate as I shuddered through the relief of my climax. Once empty, I stepped back exhausted and watched as she shared my spend with the others who swallowed some part of my essence between hungry lips.
Then they turned and looked at me as they licked themselves clean. It was going to be another long night in what had already been too many to count since the event.
These nights should have been heaven.
But they were only the beginning of our lives in hell.
***
It was a bright windswept day in June when the Apocalypse came.
It had just gone midday when the first warning came over the radio as I drove towards the small town of Harrisburg. Fiddling with the dial, I put my foot down as the DOD Emergency broadcast continued to crackle from the speaker. "Find shelter immediately. WARNING. Find shelter immediately. This is not a drill. REPEAT. This is not a drill. Find.."
"Come on, come on," I cursed as the truck bounced down the deserted main street as I looked for somewhere to hide. This was crazy. Everything felt like a dream in slow motion.
There was a burst of static as the radio cut out and I realized that I had run out of time. They had finally gone and done it. After all the bullshit and bravado of the past couple of weeks, it was going down big time. And to make matters worse, there was a major Airbase just over the state line about twenty kilometers from where I was and I knew I had to get below ground as soon as possible.
The truck screeched to a halt in front of a row of small stores as I jumped out and ran inside the first one that went by the name of "Mable Johnson: General Supplies." Glancing to my right, I could see other people running across the street towards whatever safe place they could find.
Suddenly, there was an intense flash of light and I dropped to the floor in shock as the ground began to shake under me. Holy shit. This was it. Looking up, I saw that most of the shelves in front of me had already been cleared as I began to crawl towards the rear of the red brick building looking for the basement.
Outside, the dust began to swirl as the light breeze became an increasing gale that turned into a deafening roar as I sat back against the wall curled up into a ball waiting for the blast wave to hit. It was then the sun went out and the devil began to howl as I closed my eyes.
This was one hell of a way to say goodnight.
"Hey," said a voice.
There was another flash of light that seemed closer and it looked like they were determined to make a thorough job of it. Resigned, I hugged my knees to my chest and thought about my friends and family back home.
Above the roar of the wind, for a second, I could have sworn I heard a ...
"HEY MISTER!"
I opened my eyes and turned my head. There was a door on the far side of the store to my left. It was slightly open and a crouched figure wrapped in a grey blanket was waving a hand at me.
"COME ON," It was a woman's voice. Urgent. Pleading.
Oh shit.
Scrabbling across the floor towards her, she grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and threw me down the basement stairs before slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.
Up above, the air burned and the ground shook as the last war ended as soon as it began.
***
Day Zero.
"Do you think it's over?" asked the girl.
Pressing myself against the lead plated door, the sound of silence was deafening. It had been thirty minutes since the last dull rumble as we stood there in the basement listening.
I shook my head. "I have no idea."
The basement was bathed in a warm orange glow from the overhead light as I came back down the stairs to where the others were waiting. Three women who were all looking at me as I stood in front of them.
"Uh, thanks," I muttered awkwardly. "Thanks for," I stopped for a moment as the reality of what had happened washed over me. "Thanks for saving my life."
The oldest looking of them stepped forward. "You got lucky, Mister," she said. "If it wasn't for Cassie hearing you walking around upstairs you'd be in a whole heap of trouble."
I looked at the girl standing to my left. She smiled and gave a little wave. Around five-eight tall with straight brown hair that reached between her shoulders, she looked about nineteen or so. She was wearing a dark blue dress over a pair of denim jeans and sneakers. The finer details were kind of lost in the low light as I nodded at her.
"Thanks. I owe you one."
"S'alright," she said shyly as she avoided my gaze and dug the toe of her sneaker into the dirt.
"I'm Mable Johnson," said the oldest woman. "This here is," She turned to the person standing beside her. "Miss Daisy May Rodgers, my neighbor. And this," She nodded towards the girl. "Is Cassie. Cassie Hooper. She works here in the store helping out since the old man passed on."
"Mason Jones," I nodded as I tapped my chest. "I'm from the west coast. Family anyway."
Miss Rodgers looked at me. "What brings you out this far?" she asked puzzled. "Don't you watch the news or anything?"
Everyone was watching the news. But that didn't mean the world came to a stop. People still had lives to lead despite the crisis because everyone figured it would all work out in the end as these things always did. I guess there was a first time for everything.
"Trucker," I said. "Haul parts. Mostly engineering stuff. Every gas station was bone dry so I had to dump the truck for something else. That's how I got here by sticking to the back roads. Highways were jammed with folks trying to get as far away from the military base as possible. I guess they realized this was it." I looked at the woman and shook my head.
"So it's true?" asked Cassie.
"Yeah," I told her as I saw her begin to cry. "I saw two flashes before I got down here. And there was, what?" I closed my eyes trying to count the impacts. "Another three after those?"
Mrs. Johnson walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the door. "Guess everything is pretty much gone now," she whispered as she rubbed her arms. "Everything and everybody we ever knew. Just like that. All those people." The woman was about fifty. Typical mid-western stock. She had a touch of the Ma Walton about her with blue eyes and long dusty sandy hair clipped into a bun. Dressed in a blue speckled apron over a yellow blouse and knee-length skirt with bare legs and sensible work shoes.
The other woman looked in her mid-thirties. Thinner with rusty-colored hair that reached her shoulders and curled around her pale face. Bookish would best describe her as she stood there in her round spectacles and a belted yellow summer dress.
The owner of the store came back into the basement and stood under the single light as she turned to us. "Looks like this is it for a while," she said as she spread her hands wide. "Don't think we'll be going for a walk anytime soon."
Cassie wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Home sweet home."
***
Day One.
Shock gave way to exhaustion and sleep.
Time and our place in it revolved around an old mechanical clock that sat on a dusty shelf next to row upon row of books that covered every survivalist subject under the sun. The basement was deliberately split into three sections. Living/bathroom area. A seperate smaller room for food storage and another for equipment/power/water.
"Thank my late husband," explained Mrs. Johnson as she opened the door to another room that had four large freezers at the back each filled with various food and other important supplies. "Archie was into all that prepper stuff. He installed the generator. The air recycling gizmo. The water comes from an underground spring which he said would be okay once it had been pumped through the filter. Uh, and as you can see, we've got a ton of different food stuffs. Stocked up on medicine too. Everything he thought we would ever need. His notes are in his desk over there."
I nodded looking around. "What about a radio?"
"Yeah, yeah," she replied. "All that gear as well. He was always talking to someone on the CB down here. You know, the wackos," She gave a short grunt. "Even madness has method he used to say. Wish he was here because he knew his stuff. He'd love all this."
"Archie was a good man," said Daisy May as I went over and checked out the radio. It was then I heard the hum of the generator as Cassie went to the sink and turned on the tap to see if it was working.
"Always on," said the older woman. "Be prepared was his motto."
Reaching up, I blew dust off the radio and turned it on. Nothing but static up and down the dial on the AM and FM. "How long until emergency broadcasts kick in?"I wondered. Sure I read somewhere that they were automatic in the event of a nuclear strike. How else were people going to know what was going on in the outside world?
"And there's this," said Mrs. Johnson as she pointed to a wooden box. Opening it, she took out the device inside. It was an old fashioned Geiger counter. "Think we're going to need this because we can't stay down here forever."
"Do you know how to use it?" asked Cassie.
She pointed it at her two friends and hit a switch. After a second, the counter began to crackle and the needle on the dial bounced about a third of the way across the half-circle from left to right. Then she pointed it in my direcction and it jumped nearly straight up crackling louder.
Mrs. Johnson looked at me. "Think you got zapped a bit," she mused. "Maybe you should get out of those things to be on the safe side. There's a bunch of clothes in the boxes over there."
