MAD World: Descent
By: Owen Quillin
Chapter 1- 10 Seconds To Midnight
So, the world as you know it, as I know it, is gone. Gone! Destroyed! Nearly nine billion people on Earth, and now, we are lucky if there are nine million. I wish I had answers for you. I wish I had a cool intro scene where a scientist is postulating that the end of the world could come from intelligent spores, zombies, aliens, meteors, God, or even Satan. Anything! But I don't. Honestly, I have no idea what happened. What I do know is that it was us--humanity--that did this.
As far as I have been able to discern there was just too much corruption and too much greed. It doesn't matter who it was because it was all of them. National leaders. Politicians. Lobby groups. The ultra-rich. The poor. The angry. The rebellious. The law-abiding. The pacifists. Big business. Small business. Global conglomerates. Environmentalist. Religion. Atheists. Everyone!
We were all playing the game of life and riches only for ourselves and no one imagined there could be persons in the game with longer and greater agendas. In the end, the people, the common man and woman, rose up against their leaders and their governments. All people. World wide. Against every government. Every corporation. Every religion. Everyone. It was World War III like no one ever imagined.
The government response was immediate and ruthless. They unleashed their nuclear, biochemical, and engineered viral arsenals upon their civilian populations. Their militaries followed afterward, but they proved largely unreliable after seeing their countrymen, friends, and family being killed whether they were rebelling or not. The US military, the UK, and the militaries of a few other countries responded to their government's human atrocities by rebelling against their governments, then World War III really turned ugly.
There are no major cities anymore. Nothing populated anyway. Nothing substantial. Most of them are nothing but sheets of glass for miles upon miles. The cities bombed with engineered viruses, chemical nerve agents, or poison gas fared the worst though. Where those killed by nuclear strikes died immediately those bombed by viruses, chemicals, and poison suffered for a long time sometimes before they finally died. As far as I know, nothing survived the poison, not even the animals or vegetation. Oregon was one of the states that was bombed by genetically engineered viruses designed to pacify and sterilize, and other things. No one goes into Oregon anymore. Those that do never return. California was bombed with chemical nerve agents that swept across Nevada, Arizona, and New Mexico. From what I've heard, whatever is left alive in those states isn't really alive anymore. They are mindless, broken, and dead-like though they don't seem to know it yet.
Denver was nuked. Houston and Dallas too. Seattle and Spokane were nuked, as well as most of the eastern seaboard including New York and Washington DC. Every state's capital and every state's two most populated cities were nuked. The center of the country got the worst of it after the western states were bombed and the fallout traveled east.
Canada is run by a totalitarian regime now. Mexico is run by the cartels. South America is a jungle that devours any who walk in not knowing its dangers. Africa is completely lifeless, painted red with the blood of every tribe. And I have heard nothing about Ireland, Great Britain, Europe, Russia, India, or China. There is just no way to communicate across the world other than ham-radio, and there aren't many that own them or know how to use them anymore.
It doesn't matter really. Not anymore. Now more than ever. Life is all about survival. So who can worry about people on the other side of the world when we're too busy working and worrying about being able to eat today, tomorrow, and through the winter?
For a short time after D-day, power plants, coal-fired electrical plants, and nuclear plants shut down their exportation of energy and became sovereign nations unto themselves since they were guarded by large compliments of private militia. That lasted for a few years, but then leaders of those power plants started trying to conquer the surrounding areas, enslaving the populations and forcing them into providing foodstuffs. It was only a matter of time before factions and tribes arose to fight for their freedom and resources. The civilian populations did what the governments were usually smart enough to not do. They bombed the nuclear power plants. The result was that they went into meltdown, and now there are massive dead zones like stripes on zebra's hide around the earth of irradiated land where everything is dead. So, how did it start? Well, it started like every other day.
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Journal Entry, May 6, 2030-
The alarm clock going off had me slapping at it to snooze it before I flipped over and threw my arm over my wife's warm naked body.
"Mmm," She hummed sleepily as she arched her back and wiggled her bottom into my crotch a little more firmly.
It was 3:30 a.m. and my wife was horny. I had to laugh in my head. I was so tired and I knew Eleanor was too, but still, however, she always wanted her daily fuck no matter how tired we were. The sheets rustled and I caught the hot scent of her arousal. Her wiggling her ass had been enough to create an air current that traveled up the blankets to my nostrils. My beautiful, loving wife was not only aroused, she was very, very horny and my dick responded immediately by stiffening and pressing against her large round ass cheeks.
Eleanor Sutton, my goddess, and my wife. If I worshiped anything or anyone then it would be her with her long straight black hair, her emerald green eyes, perfect 34D breasts, small 28-inch waist, and incredibly broad and thick 45-inch hips and bubbliciously round booty. I ran my hand around her waist and up to cup and squeeze her breast first before withdrawing to her waist and running my hand up the steep incline of her hip and then still further to the rounded mountain top of her femur before sliding down the gentle slope of her thigh. I slid my hand up the back of her leg and squeezed a greedy handful of her large round ass cheek.
Eleanor's hips weren't actually excessively wide. True, she had broad hips, but they were only as broad as the width of her shoulders. All the rest of her incredibly ample posterior measurement was due to her incredibly fine ass. Heart-shaped from behind, and two jaw-dropping bubbles in profile.
"Mmm," Eleanor moaned as my hands caressed her ample bottom, "Better make it quick old man, or you're going to be late for work. Better make it good, or I will have to find another dick that can!"
I had to smile. That was her favorite tease. She was besotted with me just as I was with her. There was no other woman in the world for me, and, I hope--I'm sure--that there is no other man in the world but me for her.
"How do you want it?" I asked.
"I want it just like this," She purred as she pressed her ass into my groin and raised her right thigh 90 degrees.
My smile deepened though she couldn't see it in the dark as I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Mmm," She moaned, "You better breed me good, I'm headed to Hood River to visit Mom in a little while and I won't be back until Monday. So, you better fuck me up!"
"Yes ma'am!" I promised, but then asked, "Who is going with you?"
"The girls," Eleanor mumbled sleepily before adding, "Your son is staying here with you."
"My son," I mumbled as I rolled on top of her and straddled her bottom thigh before caressing her upper thigh and flawless ivory ass cheek.
"Mmm," She moaned as I slid my fingers between her smooth pussylips and tested how wet she was.
I was hit by another heady cloud of my wife's sexual aroma and it left me feeling exhilarated as my dick flexed and swelled until it was painfully hard. Grabbing my dick I wasted no more time and pushed the tip between her labia and then inside her warm slick sheath.
