A man and a woman. Survivors. Members of a dwindling human rebel force.
They picked their way stealthily down the foothills towards the burned out city, hearts racing, minds set firmly towards the task at hand.
Supplies. They desperately needed supplies.
The recon team had reported no activity here for days, human or otherwise. Still, the fear-quickened adrenalin raced through their veins as the pair moved silently.
Ariel paused to look out at the still, dead city before her. It had once been a bustling metropolis full of people. Ignorant people who never believed such a disaster could occur, smug in their mistaken knowledge that they were alone in the universe.
How wrong they had been.
The Elonai had come out of nowhere, a race of aggressive, self-appointed guardians, claiming the Earth for it's own protection against the Elonai's ancient enemy, the Marab. When the Elonai had first appeared, the human collective had basically given them the finger and told them to move on. A ridiculously short skirmish had ensued that had claimed the lives of millions of humans, razing every major city on Earth.
Apparently Earth had some strategic advantage in the quadrant and the Elonai refused to let it fall under Marab control.
Joe touched Ariel's arm lightly, a question in his eyes. She blinked and shook her head as much to shake the memories away as to indicate she was okay. Joe grinned and she saw the promise of raw sex plainly on his face. He found it exciting to take her in the deserted streets…an exhibitionist without an audience.
A thrill went through her at the thought even though she secretly found it a bit disturbing to fuck in the shadows of the silent buildings, their windows like black eyes devoid of life, watching.
They continued on, entering the city. The only sound was that of the wind sighing like a specter through the broken glass and twisted metal of what had once been Denver, Colorado. The slate gray clouds crowded overhead threatening rain in the late August dusk. It was the kind of day the rebels preferred to move about as the clouds gave them some small illusion of invisibility.
But even the rebels didn't like to go into the cities after full dark. There were those of the human race who'd lost their humanity when the invasion was over. Eschewing the sparsely populated rural hamlets that struggled to survive in the aftermath, they subsisted in the abandoned cities living lawless, violent lives. These expatriates of humanity killed anyone caught trespassing on their turf be they Human or Elonai.
That thought only lent a sense of dangerous excitement to their sex play in Joe's mind. He liked to live on the edge, always volunteering them for the most treacherous assignments. Ariel would just as soon stay alive and not tempt fate any more than she had too. But they were assigned partners in duty as well as sex, and where he went, she had to follow.
