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As always, please be aware there is graphic content throughout this text.
Please read The War of 2020 Pt. 8 to understand the story. Pt.1 - Pt. 7 are also available.
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Morgan felt the soles of her bare feet ache as she wandered the forest near Joe's house, trying her best to make it back before dark. Her head was still in the clouds, swooning with the stars as she thought about Smyth.
With his chestnut hair and emerald eyes, he was identical to Hunter in intensity and equal to Joe in passion, all while being so different from them in personality at the same time. Another jig saw puzzle of toxic masculinity for her to fucking manage.
Poorly.
"Smyth...," she whispered, walking through the forest in the waning daylight.
She was caught off guard by him; a very unusual feeling for her when it came to men. She was not expecting him to be the type of lover he was, a lover that wouldn't engage without her explicit consent. He demanded that she be an eager and active participant, making her stay in the moment without any force or punishment. A complete change from Hunter and Joe, an intimate dance she had never really done before.
It was honestly a nice change of pace.
She was surprised that Smyth came on to her at all since he had his pick of slaves on the Compound.
Curiosity must have got to him.
She wondered how much of a bitch she had to be to shake these guys, not that she really wanted to anymore but still. She was not able to keep this up for much longer and would fall to them sooner or later at this rate.
'He was nice...' she thought, feeling the slick honey of her pussy slip between her thighs as she walked. '...And playful,' she continued, thinking of how thorough a lover he was, one that made her feel something deeper than just lust as they fucked.
Something much sweeter.
She mulled the ways she could use Smyth, enjoying the thought of spending more time alone with him. He was charming and lively, a soldier that still had his humanity intact even after years of War.
Stepping over tree roots and mossy rocks, she realized she was in familiar territory again. Standing somewhere in the North Quadrant, she was not too far from Joe's house but was still deep enough in the woods to be sufficiently lost.
Looking around, she saw the large dead tree stump that she had originally used with Patty as a drop point almost a month ago Its brown gnawed bark looked more weathered and chipped, like it had taken a few licks itself over the past few weeks.
'It's worth a try,' she thought, approaching the unassuming trunk. She looked around the quiet forest, remembering when she was there to retrieve her care package.
Flashes of that night crossed her vision as she thought back, remembering everything with uncanny clarity. The feeling of cold steel slamming into her back breaking her skin, the welts that formed, the bruises they left.
Then when that bastard was on top of her, the smell of his breath- bitter and rancid, along with the vulnerability she felt...
The pain. The terror. The fear.
She would never allow that to happen again.
Reaching into the dead trunk, her hands touched something sharp and foreign cutting her instantly.
"Ouch," she winced, gently running her fingers over the thin glass pens and broken shards. Her heart quickened and her mind began to race as she mentally pieced together what she was holding.
"Patty...," she whispered, half afraid to get her hopes up. "Did you really do it?" Pulling the thin pens up, she felt her face grow hot as the orange caps came into view.
Three syringes of Depo-Provera; two broken and unusable, one still intact. Enough to protect her for at least three months or enough for all three of them for maybe a month.
Maybe.
She popped the cap off the last salvaged needle and lifted her white camisole, pressing the tip into her stomach. She felt the medicine enter her body as she pushed on the plunger, letting out an audible sigh of relief once a ⅓ of the birth control was administered. She was deathly afraid of needles but felt nothing as she stabbed herself, knowing that she preferred being childless over anything else.
She decided to take the rest with her for Patty and Alice, unwilling to use the entire shot for herself. If she could make it back and give them each a bit, then they all might make it out of this as planned.
She wasn't sure of the science on that but was willing to give it a try.
Morgan smiled at the thought, allowing it to give her comfort as she moved forward, deeper into the darkening forest.
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Murph pressed down on the clutch, shifting gears roughly as he sped back towards the Compound. Having taken his own Jeep to the Capitol, he refused to allow anyone to escort him back and was ready to kill any fag*ot that tried to get in his way.
Driving recklessly, Murph weaved his way through the mangled warzone that was once downtown Charleston, WV. They'd taken a beating all fucking day, getting hammered by mortar shells and drone strikes as the UPP flexed their Commiefornia muscles and decimated the land.
Although he was hell-bent on making it back, Murph was clearly in no shape to be driving anywhere. Steadily pushing his limits, he was already borderline wasted and still drinking straight from the handle. Careening down destroyed roads using dangerous maneuvers, Murph cursed to himself in a drunken rage, angry and belligerent.
'Fucking Shithole!' he roared, driving hard and fast, as if he could handle the uneven terrain. All in an effort to get back home as quickly as possible to see her.
