Chapter 3 - Rejuvenation

There seemed not to be any movement in the house. My hip hurt like hell, I think I’d torn myself up something awful while I was sprinting around on it. I stabbed myself again, this time dreading the after-effects as my throat felt like it was on fire, even my vision grew woozy. I kept a hand on the wall for balance as I slowly made my way back to the girl on the ground, the one they’d been beating on. 


Last one. 

I only hesitated a few seconds before stabbing her.

“HUH! Oh god, water, water,” she cried, pulling herself upright. 

“We’ll use their well or whatever in a minute, I killed two dogs, five guys, a young woman and an old lady, are there any more?”

“I-I don’t think so?” she said, still in a daze.

“Good enough for me let’s check out back,” I felt like a junky as I ran forward in my desperate search, and the girl scrambling about behind me didn’t help that image. Still, we were rewarded for our efforts, finding a beautiful patchwork pump staking into the earth right outside. 

I immediately twisted the wheel of the glorious machine, barely taking time to read the instructions, and laughing in childlike glee when a spray of beautiful liquid came out anyway. The girl was under it before I looked down, and I had to genuinely fight the urge to shove her aside. Instead, I fell to my knees beside her, sucking up water wherever I could, not minding in the slightest the cooling liquid splashing against my blood-soaked clothes and skin. She looked like she felt the same way.

Our eyes met.

We smiled.

It was like we were both halfway dead but then cured in one precious moment.

The first kiss just felt celebratory, like a V-day poster celebratory. Then she chuckled, with just a ghost of hesitation, and kissed me again. There was a thrill in knowing I’d saved her too, a primal one, an animalistic voice I knew was best ignored, but okay to enjoy in the comforts of my mind. 

That and she was just so fucking beautiful. Those gorgeous full lips, that round face and that bold confident aura? She was just peak farmer’s daughter fantasy, and she looked like a damn supermodel, how can I be blamed? I was just so thrilled to be alive, yeah that was it. 

We were just celebrating being alive.

We fell onto the ground together, not bothering to turn off the facet. The cold water blasted over my back as we continued to make out. Our clothes slinked aside in quick functional motions. I didn’t even remove her pants before dipping my fingers inside, wanting to hear that startled laugh again. 

She didn’t disappoint.

I continued ‘tickling’ her as we kissed, until my patience ran out. With a deep groan I slid inside her, the noise drowned out by her newest happy cry. A few more strokes and our mouth came back together, continuing to make little noises of celebration and joy, laughing even, more than once. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I loved Julia. I loved having sex with Julia. 

This though, this was special. Fucking someone after you both just escaped a near-death scenario together was goddamn addictive. This had to be allowed, my wife would understand, right? She screamed into a long, happy laugh as she came, and that action more than anything finished me off.

I doubt she even heard my groan as I filled her.

“Oh my god that was…can’t believe that happened,” I muttered out, sitting upright and wiping my eyes. It suddenly felt like the world was here again. Like everything else had vanished, but now that our little break was over, it was all back.

“Yeah that was…anyways, Press Garvey, commonwealth minutemen!” she said, with a little flirty salute, chuckling to herself as she sat there. God she was a sight. Still, I tried to focus on her words, and not my cocks attempts at rehardening.

“So who the hell is that and why do these guys want you dead?”

“It’s… it’s a whole thing. There’s this really valuable building on the property, the minutemen declared it a museum for anyone to use a while back, but its technically on their property, and uh… minutemen aren’t doing so good so I was looking to set up a self-sustaining outpost here and the family didn’t look kindly to that,” she rattled on.

“So the minutemen are like a government force or something?”

“Kind of, we’re really just a group of folks who all agreed to come running if anyone else in the area requested help. You know, mutual protection and all that. Full-time members like me, we really just go around playing peacekeeper, clearing nasty wildlife, trying to keep the different families from killing each other, watching roads….” She rattled on.

“Huh… yeah I’ve seen some nasty wildlife, that seems like a good enough group of people,” I remarked, not sure what else to say.

“Yeah right? That’s why I volunteered. Problem is, the whole operation was donation-based, and people stopped donating, slowly like… it didn’t happen all at once you know? Anyways that made it hard for us to do the shit expected of us, that made the militia minutemen angry, less and less showed up when we shot up our flairs but… But it really ended when one of our boys joined up with a real nasty gang called the Gunners, helped them take over a whole town, what’s left of our forces went to protect it, and we lost,” she said, finally losing the last vestiges of that cheerful smile. 

I turned the water off and tried to pull my soaking clothes into a dignified position. It didn’t help that she kept sitting there, looking like a fucking water nymph doing her damndest to seduce the fucking pope!

“Feels like I’m just playing sheriff, I don’t have any power or authority or friends. Kind of like the whole world just ended,” she said morosely. 


“Well, if it's any comfort, I can relate,” I half-joked.

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