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Scene Six: Islands in the Stream
Topic Started: Oct 22 2009, 05:14 PM (836 Views)
LadyRahl
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown
I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb
I was soft inside, there was somethin' going on

You do something to me that I can't explain
Hold me closer and I feel no pain
Every beat of my heart
We got somethin' goin' on

Tender love is blind
It requires a dedication
All this love we feel
Needs no conversation
We ride it together, ah-ah
Makin' love with each other, ah-ah

Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in-between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me to another world
And we rely on each other, ah-ah
From one lover to another, ah-ah

I can't live without you if the love was gone
Everything is nothin' if you got no one
And you did walk in tonight
Slowly loosen' sight of the real thing

But that won't happen to us and we got no doubt
Too deep in love and we got no way out
And the message is clear
This could be the year for the real thing

No more will you cry
Baby, I will hurt you never
We start and end as one, in love forever
We can ride it together, ah-ah
Makin' love with each other, ah-ah

Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in-between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me to another world
And we rely on each other, ah-ah
From one lover to another, ah-ah

Sail away
Oh, come sail away with me

Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in-between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me to another world
And we rely on each other, ah-ah
From one lover to another, ah-ah

Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in-between
How can we be wrong
Sail away with me to another world
And we rely on each other, ah-ah
From one lover to another, ah-ah


Lyrics to: Islands in the Stream
Preformed by: Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers


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Journal Entry
February 6, 2036


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We went to war today.

I know it’s something that was debated long and hard, but vengeance… well it’s a strong motivator. He keeps saying that it’s not about that, that it’s about doing the right thing, that it’s about preserving our way of life but... I don’t know. It doesn’t matter what I think. It was five against one. What I think doesn’t matter.

Sometimes I even wonder why I’m on this damn thing. I mean of all people, why me? He would say that it’s all a part of God’s plan but after MY fuckup? I still don’t know why they lobbied for me like they did. I don’t understand it and to be honest, I don’t think I ever will.

Life, well it’s got a really funny way of working out.

I guess falling from Grace can be character building, or at least that’s what she keeps telling me. Who would have thought that the woman to whom I once threatened to kill would end up to be my saving grace? Once again, that’s life for you.

All shades of fucked up and then some.

I just, I can’t believe that war is the answer. I feel like we brought it on ourselves. He told us no, He begged us not to do it, He said it wasn’t the right path and the other members of the Counsel, the General… this was right after Davenport. Memories were fresh; there was a lot of pain still; so many had suffered there, so many had died. As a race, this was not our proudest moment, and it wasn’t my proudest moment either. I mean I can look back and remember feeling like it was all so right. That I’d made the right choices, but I know now they weren’t. The base was built, the army formed, the tanks salvaged and planes built… and He would just stand there, and watch with this sad little look in His eye.

I remember the first time I saw Him.

I fell to my knees and cried. I knew shame and it burned through me like holy fire and He just, touched my shoulder and told me everything was okay now. I loved Him. I loved Him so much. We all did and this loss, it’s killing us.

Maybe it’s the right thing, I don’t know. I mean to do nothing, when they murder someone so important in cold blood, when they send an assassin into our midst like they did… I worry that this isn’t the right path. I worry that we’re doing this for the wrong reasons. I worry that we’re using the threat of continued harm against us as a mask to cover the real reason that we’re doing this, revenge.

There are still Chosen. There always will be but none hear as clearly as He did.

I’m going to pray tonight. Pray that we’re doing the right thing. Pray for our souls, for the souls of the ones we’re attacking and pray that in the end, it all works out and we don’t end up killing ourselves.


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Ankeny, IA
Sam/Johnson/Cat/Ruben/Zeke


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“So this is it?” Cat asked, leaning over Sam’s shoulder looking out the windshield of the bus.

“Looks like it,” Sam replied. A half hour ago their caravan had cross a rickety piece of land that had extended over the river. It hadn’t looked secure, and so they’d gone over it one vehicle at a time, all of the people walking across first. As soon as the last vehicle had crossed, the earth had crumbled, the river washing away any trace of the land bridge. As the military vehicle rolled to a halt in front of them, he tapped the driver’s shoulder and he opened the door. A string of battered military vehicles rolled out of the edge of the city towards them, coming to a halt. “Stay here kids,” he said stepping down the stairs, Cat behind him. “What’s going on?” He called up to Johnson.

“Not sure,” Johnson called back getting out of his vehicle. “Welcome party?” His eyes looked over to his men and women who nodded, taking casual, and yet slightly aggressive stances. They knew that push come to shove this military would be able to kick their asses insanely easy. What little weaponry they’d scrounged up would be like pea shooters against M16s. The only hope that they had, should this become hostile, was surprise. So they’d play it cool. He waived his arm at the approaching party with a friendly smile on his face.

The soldiers got out of the vehicles from the town, and a cute brunette walked up to him, her weapon slung over her shoulder. “I assume that you have a,” she pulled a slip of paper from her pocket “Sam, Callie, Lex and a Cat with you?” She folded the paper and put it back into her pocket.

Johnson looked over his shoulder were Sam and Cat just came out of the tour bus and he looked back at the woman. She was the same rank as he was, though a few years older. She had a telling scar on the left side of her neck that looked like a burn mark. “I’m Lieutenant Darren Johnson,” he said saluting her feeling it was the right thing to do.

“Lieutenant Tricia Anderson,” she replied taking his hand. “Welcome to Ankeny. If you’ll follow us, we’ll lead you into town. We’ve been waiting for you.” She gave him a friendly smile and turned, heading back toward her vehicle.


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“I’m Ruben,” Ruben said extending his hand to Sam. “Welcome.”

“We wanna see unca Zeke!” Lex said crossing his arms in front of him. Callie grinned at Ruben brightly.

“He’ll be here in a minute,” Ruben said. “Sorry,” he said looking at Sam “he had an issue at the site for the new church. Someone decided to desecrate it last night.” He smiled at Callie and Lex. “He’s been excited to see you two.” The two kids beamed at him happily. “I’m glad that you made it.” He thought of the lists that Zeke had made, how some mornings he would cross off names almost at random with a sad look in his eyes.

“We didn’t all make it,” Sam said. “Back in Sioux City, we were ambushed. My daughter in law, and the other women were taken by this...”

“We were worried about that,” John said coming forward. “Captain John Costas.” He shook Sam’s hand, followed by Cat’s and Johnson’s. “If you could give me a detailed report on what happened, the weapons we’re facing, numbers, where they’re heading, we’ll help you get them back.”

“That’s just it,” Johnson said. “We have no idea. Adam and Alex took off following a trail of antifreeze but there were on bikes.”

“And why did you come here?” Ruben asked, “instead of going with them?”

“I don’t know,” Johnson said, “because Dominica was so sure. She made us these perfect maps, I mean every road was clear up until Sioux City and the ambush, and then after that, it was perfect again.”

“We are all but players on a stage,” Ruben replied softly.

“Uncca Zeke!” Lex screamed almost jumping out of Sam’s arms, grabbing Callie’s wrist and running towards the small man who had just come into the tent. The leapt up into his arms with reckless abandon, showering his face with kisses to which he just laughed, hugging and kissing them back. “We’ve been dreaming ‘bout you!”

“I’ve been dreaming about you too,” he said picking them both up, one in each arm and walking over to them. “Zeke Costas.”

“So you’re the fabled Zeke,” Johnson said. “I hope you’re worth it. She seemed to think so.”

“Can I see your map?” He asked passing the children over to Sam. “Cat, right?” He said turning to look at the man.

“That would be me.” Cat replied with a grin. “Been broadcasting since we left Park City, picked up a few strays on the way. If you’ve got a station,”

Ruben smiled. “Tom set up a make shift station,” he said. “It needs a little work, but”

“I’m totally there man,” Cat said with a broad grin. “I’ll fucking broadcast morning, noon and night.” He slapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly.

“My son,” Sam said.

“John’s the resident military leader,” Ruben said. “He’s the highest ranking officer in what, well as far as we can tell the entire US.” John had his back turned to them, talking to Anderson who was nodding, an intense look on her face. “We really should promote him.”

“First task of the Counsel,” Zeke replied looking at the map that Johnson had given him.

“So what went wrong?” Sam asked, watching Zeke as he studied the map. “Where’d she go wrong? I mean, the map was clear, flawless to that point,”

“And it still is,” Zeke replied picking up a pen and circled Fort Dodge. “John, you need to send a party here.” He turned and met his brother’s eyes. “We need to get Adam and Alex back.”

“It’ll take days for them to get that far,” Sam said with a frown. “We should,”

“There’s something that they need to do in Fort Dodge,” Zeke replied. “I’m not sure what it is, but they need to do it if we’re going to save the others.”

“Don’t ask,” Ruben said as Sam opened his mouth. “Just, don’t ask.” He managed a tight smile.

“The map,” Johnson asked. “Dom’s plan, where did she go wrong?”

“She didn’t,” Ruben said looking at Zeke. “Did she?”

Zeke shook his head. “No,” he traced his finger over the route she had drawn. His finger rested on a part where Dom’s pen had hesitated, right before Sioux City. Johnson, Sam and Cat both frowned, none of them had realized before that moment that the line that she’d drawn didn’t go through Sioux City. It stopped perhaps a half millimeter before it, and picked up an equal distance after the dot continuing the route.

“What, you mean that she knew we were going to be ambushed?” Johnson asked.

“No,” Zeke replied “she didn’t know that.” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s hard to explain.” He set down the pen. “They’ll be there in three days.” He said looking at John and John nodded.

“So what do we do in the meantime?” Sam asked. “Just, hang out while Willow and Dom get used for God only knows what? While my son and his friend are off on their own? We just sit around a campfire and sing Kum Bay Ya hoping they all come back in one piece?”

“There’s more to this than fighting,” Ruben found himself saying. “We’ll get them back, but we need to do this the right way. As frustrating as it might be Sam, we need make sure we do this right. We’re only going to have one chance.” He put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Lieutenant, if you could merge your men with the Captain’s and tell him everything that you remember that would be the most helpful right now. As for you, get your grandchildren settled at the house, and you Stray Cat, get on the air and work your magic.”


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Davenport, IA
Dominica/Willow/Mark/Misty/Bridgette


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“Welcome home,” Rita said spreading open her arms as the RV rolled to a halt.

“Where are we?” Dominica asked, stepping out into the sunlight with her. Since that first night when she’d eaten with Rita watching ‘Dog’ perform she’d stayed with her. She’d expected more than once to get hauled out and drug back to the trailer but she hadn’t. Rita had insisted on keeping her close. The woman seemed to act like they were old girlfriends that had been separated and were destined to be the best of friends once more. She’d tell her about the utopia she was building, how it required sacrifices on so many parts, how in the end people would come to understand that this was just way things had to be.

“Davenport,” Rita said. It’s about, well before the impact like 3 hours from your beloved Ankeny where The Fool is living with his silly little followers.” She chuckled under her breath. “Those idealists.” She snorted and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “If only life were really that easy, right?”

“Right,” Dominica said with a strained smile watching the two trailers rolled past, followed by two more from another party. Willow and Mark were in there, along with how many other people. Sometimes, when they were driving in the day, Dominica could almost forget about where she was, who she was with, what she was a part of. Rita was charming, funny… it was like looking into a mirror, but a twisted mirror, one that she was reminded of every night when the sun set and the tents were erected. It had taken them two very long days to get here from Sioux City. A trip that by all accounts should have probably just taken 4 or 5 hours, but with the new lay of the land… two days, and the only reason it had been two days was because Rita had asked Dominica to draw them a map since her own vision was clouded.

Owen came up to the two of them. “A manifest of all of the new recruits, for military, recreation and repopulation purposes, each one is being hauled down to the medical center for examination and final approval.”

“Good,” Rita said and looked back at Dom. “Sickness is something that we do have to worry about. Weed out the fail and ill, so that we make ensure that the new human race is perfect, without flaw.” She said this with a bright smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Dominica said, her voice distant as she watched the transports. “Because there was so much wrong with it before.”

“All of the sickness and death,” Rita replied. “The retardation and, well we’re going to fix that. This is our chance to start over.” She smiled brightly at the idea. Rita looked at the list, her eyes skimming over it. “Is the new housing set up for the breeders?”

“Of course,” Owen replied. “As soon as they’re cleared through medical, the final assortments will be made and they’ll be placed into permanent housing. Once a child is produced it will be moved to the raising facilities where the elders will care for them until they are old enough to be benefits to the society just as you said.”

“I don’t understand,” Dominica said, turning to look at Rita. “The parents,”

“Their job is to produce children,” Rita said. “If we’re going to survive as a race we need to start having babies, and as many babies as possible. I know, it’s disgusting really, moving back women’s rights and all, but we need to have our priorities in order. You know?”

“Oh I know,” Dominica said, a smile on her face. It was a tight smile, forced, but it was a smile none the less. Rita wasn’t stupid, she was anything but stupid. The woman was brilliant, there was no doubt about that and she was as dangerous as a rattlesnake in the grass to boot. One wrong step and she knew that she’d find herself in one of those camps, and probably the ‘recreation’ camp just out of spite alone. “We should make sure that they’re comfortable, all of them.”

“What do you mean?” Rita asked, passing the manifest back to Owen.

“Even in the recreation camps, we need to make sure that they’re all comfortable. I mean face it,” she said with a small, but forced laugh “no one wants to be there. They’ll fight less if they’re comfortable, maybe learn to accept it if it’s got it’s… upsides. Good food, liquor… you know.”

Rita thought about it for a minute and then nodded. “I see your point,” she said and then smiled. “How about you oversee that. Make sure everyone is nice and comfy. It’ll be like at Disney, make sure our guests are happy.” She slapped Dominica on the shoulder. “Owen, show her around and make her at home.”


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The gate crashed down.

“Everyone out!” The sound of other gates crashing down could be heard and Willow grabbed Mark’s hand as he reached down to help her up.

“Where are we?” She asked standing up, helping up another woman.

“I don’t know, but let’s stick together,” Mark said as they made their way towards the ramp. Willow was the first one out as it started to rain and eyes looked over the corral in which people were walking down into. “She’s with me,” Mark said as one of the guards grabbed Willow’s wrist.

The guard looked at him and then back at Willow who tore his wrist out of his hand. “We’ll see,” he said slapping a red X on the back of her hand and pushing her down the ramp. He placed matching X’s on the other three women in Mark’s little harem and then one on Mark’s hand as well. “You’ll all be processed and sorted.”

Willow reached back, taking Mark’s hand, giving him an uncertain look. “It’s an adventure, right?” She said with a small laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh in response and staggered as a woman bumped into him on his right.

“Sorry,” he said, steadying the blonde who’d bumped into him.

“No problem,” Misty replied. “You know what’s going on?”

“I think we’re being sorted into our new homes, if I had to guess.” He looked around at the glum faces all around. “I’m Mark, this is Willow.”

“Misty,” the blonde said “and this is Bridgette.” Her hand went to her stomach and she made an unhappy face. “Oh crap,” she groaned, feeling the sudden urge to go to the bathroom, her colon feeling heavy and full.

“You’re stomach?” Bridgette asked. “Is it time?”

“Well if it’s not, I’m screwed,” Misty replied. Her eyes looked around for a bathroom and she saw a small, dirty sign off to the side. “I’ve gotta, I have to, I can’t wait…” she pushed her way towards the bathroom and made her way through the door. It was small, made for two people and there were no windows. No doors leading outside. She barely made her way to the stall, slamming the door and pulling down her pants. “Oh Jesus…”

“She going to be okay?” Willow asked looking at Bridgette.

“Yeah,” Bridgette said. “Must be something she ate.”

“Hope it comes out okay,” Mark replied. “Course it could be worse, she could have the shits. Now THAT sucks. Nothing like squeaking out a little fart and finding it juicy.” He smiled as Willow snorted laughter, remembering the moment he was talking about.

The mass of people that they found themselves in moved slowly, tortuously slowly and it was a good 45 minutes before Misty returned. By then they were almost to the head of the queue, watching as the older captives were sent through a gateway to the east. The rest were passed through a set of doors to God only knew where. “You okay?” Mark asked, as Misty came back up to them looking rather pale and walking awkwardly.

“I’m fine,” she said with a tight smile. It always sounded so easy in the movies, swallowing a key, crapping it out… if the key had cut up her throat going down, well it had done the same coming out and needless to say she was more than a little worried about the amount of bleeding that was going on. She wondered if she could bleed to death from a shredded ass. The key she’d decided to hide in her shoe for now. The idea of swallowing it again after it had come out, just the thought of it made her gag.

“Next!”

Each of them went through a detailed examination. Blood was drawn, x-rays taken, physicals given and every inch of skin clinically and completely checked. Nothing was left unchecked. Misty’s bleeding had been taken care of, cultures had been run… in the end, all that they’d been allowed to keep was the shoes on their feet.

Mark was sent to Unit 412, along with Willow and two other women neither of them knew to set up a new ‘family’. Their instructions would be found in the kitchen, or so they were told. Mark was given a pair of black pants, and a white shirt. Willow a long cotton dress. Bridgette was assigned to Unit 413, thankfully right next door to Mark and Willow’s new home and she, like Willow, was redressed in a simple dress. Misty however, was assigned to the servant division. Due to the damage the key had caused, it was decided that she wasn’t fit at the time for any sort of activity, breeding or recreational. Instead she was put into the servant division, serving both camps 12 hours a day, every day, never ending.

Such was their new lot in life.

Each one of them told themselves that it could be worse, though in all honesty, none of them was certain how.


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Le Mars, IA
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“You realize I can fucking walk faster than this?” Adam said, squeezed into the cab of the combine with Alex who was driving.

“Get out and walk then!” Alex yelled at him. The cab jerked as the combine slammed into three cars that were stalled in the middle of the road, pushing them out of the way. “It’s either this or the bikes.”

“Bikes would be faster.” Adam grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently. His eyes rested on the town coming up. “Maybe we can find something faster there.” He said looking at the town of Le Mars as they headed down Main Street. “There’s got to be something here we can use.”

“Maybe,” Alex said looking down at the gas gauge. “I hate to give it up I mean this fucker gets shit out of our way like nobody’s business but the fucker uses gas like a mother fucker. We’re almost empty.”

“Again?” Adam asked. “We just filled it like three hours ago.”

“Well it wasn’t exactly made for long distances dude,” Alex replied. “It’s a fucking combine. You like, harvest and shit with it.”

“No shit really?” Adam asked. “So we can’t just abandon it, but we can’t keep stopping every 3 hours to fill up.” He clucked his tongue thoughtfully. “What do you suggest?”

“Get a truck, fill it with cans of diesel?” Alex asked spotting a gas station, a bright green pump off to the side. An indication, they’d both come to learn, was of diesel gas being in that tank. “I drive the combine, you drive the truck. Maybe then we could make a more direct route to, to wherever we’re going.”

“Well according to the map,” Adam said “Fort Dodge is the next major city. Like major, major. There was a military base there too, if I remember right. I think Johnson was saying something about that. If Rita didn’t know about it, we might find some good weapons, maybe some decent transport. Not that I don’t love Old Glory here,” he said with a laugh, slapping the glass of the cab.

Alex chuckled as he pulled the combine to a halt beside the gas station. The front blades cut into the wire fence to the side, shredding it. It would have been quite an insurance claim back in the day, the owner funning out, screaming at them, waving his arms, cussing up a storm. Now though, there wasn’t anyone left to care. He kicked open the door to the cab, letting Adam jump out first. Adam always managed to land lighter on his feet than Alex did. Dude was like a fucking cat. Alex on the other hand, he always got out wobbly, his legs shaking from the bumpy ride.

“You wanna get the cans or the truck?”

Adam climbed up into the cab or a bright yellow pick up that had been left over at the main pumps and turned the keys that were in the ignition. The engine roared to life and he turned it off, getting out and smiling over at Alex who gave him a thumbs up. The mood between the two men, while glum at times, remained relatively relaxed and good natured. Both men would have been grouchy as Hell if they’d been back on the bus heading to Ankeny, but in the combine, as slow as it was going at least they were being productive. At least they were doing something and something was better than nothing.

Alex shoved the gas nozzle into the combine and started the flow of gas into the tank. He waved at Adam and the two of them carefully made their way into the gas station proper. “Wonder if we can find some radios, CBs, that kind of thing. I don’t envy driving all that way in silence, you know?”

“Yeah,” Adam said grabbing a bag and loading in some food and water. “Neither do I. There’s probably a Radio Shack or something in town, don’t you think? Got some gas cans over here.”

“Rock on dude, bet we can find a lot of other stuff to hold gas too.” He paused and looked at Adam. “You think we could actually find a tanker truck?”

Adam leaned against the counter for a minute, thinking. “Maybe, but we could always ditch the combine and… no, that won’t work. Tanker’s well and good, but the engine is in front, we can’t push shit out of the way like we can with Glory. Ruin the engine and we’re fucked.” He clucked his tongue. “Still though, it’s a good idea. We could carry a hell of a lot more diesel it in, but we’d still have to stop to gas the tanker, wouldn’t we?”

“Tankers run on unleaded or diesel?” Alex asked.

“I dunno man, but it’d be worth finding out.” Adam turned his head looking at the horizon which was starting to darken. The sun was starting to set, and the trail of antifreeze was all but gone. It would be impossible to follow it any further, especially in the dark. “Not like we can go any further tonight. We’ll do what we can to prep and head out at dawn. Let’s just work with the light we have left.”

The two men worked for the next 90 minutes as the sun set, finding a tanker truck that did in fact run on diesel. The filled both the combine and the tank on the truck, and then pumped every last remaining drop that was in the underground tank into the portable one on the semi. They found one other station that had diesel, which they drained dry as well before settling down for the night. They made dinner in an abandoned diner, had a few cups of ice cold soda and a couple of laughs before settling down for the night.

Neither fell asleep for a long time.
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LadyRahl
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
Mod Note:


Ankeny Group:
Bond and get to know each other
Rebuild the city
Sign up for the vote to be on the counsel if you want
Combine forces
Plan on getting to Fort Dodge (the actual arrival will be in the next scene)

Davenport:
Everyone just get used to your new positions in life.
There’s a lot of morality in question there, can you do what needs to be done?
Can you sell your soul to survive?
Can you find a way to manipulate the system?

Le Mars:
I think your goal is pretty simple… make your way to Fort Dodge. There’s no rush to get there so bond, chat, explored, have a mini adventure, have a penis war… whatever you want. If you want to get there, fine… but no sooner than Wedns, okay?


Have fun kids. As usual, any questions, see me.

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Bridgette plucked at the long, cotton dress she had been given to wear. It was comfortable, but she had been given nothing to wear underneath it, and her breasts hung free on her chest.

"You get used to it after a while," One of the other women she had been paired with said, "Makes it easier to pull over your head."

Bridgette looked at the woman, whose name was Sasha, and said, "How can you just lie back and accept this? What this woman is doing is wrong!"

Sasha shrugged, "What do you think we can do about it? We're locked in here with an army of well armed and fully trained soldiers, and we have no way out of here. What can we do?"

For a brief moment, Bridgette felt like telling Sasha about the key Misty had managed to hide, but she stopped herself. She didn't know Sasha well enough to trust her yet, there was the very real risk that she would go squealing to the guards in hopes of better treatment.

Besides, neither Misty or Bridgette knew what the key did, for all they know, it unlocked the door to the janitor's closet. Better not get their hopes up.

"You'd better hope you at least get pregnant soon," One of the other women, a busty young red head named Lilly , said, "That way, you can go to the birthing tents and get out of here for a while."

"Well, gee, at least I'd have that to look forward to," Bridgette snapped, but she wasn't really angry with the two women. She was just worried about Misty, they had been seperated, Misty going to work in the servants quarters, because of her...injuries.

At the time, Misty had made a lighthearted joke, something about how Misty would be doing all the hard work while Bridgette got laid, but Bridgette had seen it in her eyes, that Misty was indeed worried.

Bridgette truly hoped that key was useful, that it would unlock the door to this place, or maybe the armory. Hell, she'd settle for them being the keys to the delivery truck if it meant they could get out of here.

Sasha and Lilly were the only other two women here, and they had both been here for a long time. Bridgette wasn't sure she could trust either of them not to potentially ruin nay escape plans she might be able to come up with. That, Bridgette realized, was something she was going to miss, being able to talk to someone freely.

Lilly must have seen a sad look on her face, because she spoke up, "It's not so bad. Danny is a real nice guy, so gentle, and he really knows what he's doing."

"Great," Bridgette said, now she was stuck with the two bimbos, and a guy whose saving grace was that he was an excellent lay. She was gonna have so much fun here. Not.

Maybe she oughtta see if she couldn't get switched in with Willow and Mark, they, at least, might be trustworthy. She had only met them recently, and had barely spoken a dozen words to them, but they seemed like good people. Plus, Mark looked oddly familiar to her, like a rockstar or something, she would have to find out.

It might be worthwhile to set up a meeting with them somehow, Bridgette thought. From what she understood, the "breeding stock" was given loose reign, so long as they didn't wander out of their area. And they were free to receive visitors, which meant Misty could stop by and say hi, and maybe pass off information to each other.

Tonight, time and circumstances permitting, she would see about paying Mark and Willow a visit.

All of a sudden, there wa s aknock on the door, and then it opened, revealing two men, one wearing a military camo uniform, the other, in the black pants and white shirt Bridgette had learned was common for the male breeders.

"Just comin' to see how the new stock is doin," The soldier sneered, giving the other male a firm but gentle push into the room, "And to break her in to her new role. You two others, clear out!"

Lilly and Sasha left without a word, but they both shot her looks, Sasha's one of slight pity, but Lilly's was one that read "It could be worse."

Bridgette was left alone in the room with the two men. She figured the man with the black pants was the infamous Danny. He was agood looking guy, Bridgette supposed, with dark hair, a strong build, and dark, brooding eyes. He grinned sheepshly at Bridgette, who, despite herself, grinned back.

"Oh-ho, seems you two are gettin' along already," The soldier jeered, "Well, I ain't got all day, hop to it!"

Bridgette stared, wide-eyed, at the soldier, "What, right now?"

"Did I stutter?" The soldier said, "Get to it, now!"

Bridgette looked at Danny, who looked incredibly sad. He caught her eye, and he mouthed "I'm sorry" to Bridgette.

Bridgette gave an imperceptible nod to Danny, thinking. She didn't blame Danny, he was just thrust into the same situation that she was.

The way she saw it, she had two options. She could either refuse to sleep with Danny, and have the soldier either beat her or kill her, or she could just grin and bear it, and sleep with Danny.

Neither option held much appeal, but option two would be better in the long run. She looked at the soldier, "You gonna stay and watch?"

"Have to," the soldier said, with an air of false innocence about him, "if I were to leave the two of you unsupervised, then how would I make sure you were doing your jobs?"

"A regular saint, you are," Bridgette grumbled under her breath. She closed her eyes, trying to steel her resolve. She wasn't a virgin, having slept with two guys before she met Misty, so her hesitence wasn't from disgust at having to sleep with a man.

It came from the whole situation, being forced to fuck a man she didn't know, in front of a guy she didn't know, in order to make babies. It might have been funny, under different circumstances.

"Allright, lets get this over with." Bridgette said, pulling her dress off over head head, exposing her naked form to the two men. The soldier wolf-whistled.

"You got a nice set of tits, there," The soldier said, "I might have ta see if I can't get a turn with you myself."

"Rita wouldn't be very happy with you if you did that." Danny said calmly, looking at Bridgette.

"Fuck you, pretty boy," The soldier snarled, "Now get to work."

Bridgette sat down on the bed, watching as Danny undressed himself. Bridgette couldn't help but stare as his clothes fell away. He was well muscled, with washboard abs, and very well proportioned.

Bridgette swallowed hard a sDanny sat down on the bed next to her. He looked sad, and resigned to his task, "I'm sorry. I'll try to make it enjoyable for you."

"I understand," Bridgette said, laying down on the bed. He descended on her, and Bridgette closed her eyes as she felt him enter her.

Forgive me, Misty.


half an hour later, Bridgette lay on the bed, curled up in Danny's arms, catching her breath. Lilly hadn't been lying, Danny did know what he was doing.

Danny's arms were wrapped around her, his front pressing into her back. His face was buried into her neck, and he appeared to be sleeping.

The soldier chuckled, "That wa s anice show. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now." The soldier left, and Bridgette felt burning hate churn in her gut.

Danny shifted, "Are you ok?" he whispered in her ear.

Bridgette laughed, "All things considered, it could be worse."

"I'm sorry," Danny said, "If I don't do this, they'll..."

"Shhh," Bridgette said, "It's ok, I understand, and its not your fault."

Danny held her close, "Thank you."

He seemed so gentle, so kind, Bridgette thought. She wasn't sure, but something in her heart told her that Danny could be trusted.

She just hoped Misty would take to him as well.
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Domenica/Misty – Master and Slave

(OOC: Alright I’ve been doing some checking and based on the pasted scenes and the dates that I could find, can we all agree that it’s June 30, 2010 mid day, which would make it 13 days after the Asteroid Impact.)

It had been little under 2 weeks; 2 weeks sense that stupid rock devastated the planet; changing the landscape, causing earthquakes and all this death not to mention the changes in society. How had things fallen so fast, was it really possible? Owen had brought her to a different section of the city, he had explained this was where the Elite and the Chosen were to stay. Of course there were even more guards and security here, after the second day on the road, Rita had decided that she could trust Domenica enough and removed the handcuff so she had full mobility. Owen had given her one warning when he left, “Don’t try anything, you’re not the only Chosen and we have our ways of watching you.” Domenica smiled and watched him leave she was little more then a slave and she knew it.

She checked the cottage he had lead her too, it wasn’t bad, it was nice, bigger then she needed for herself she wondered why it was so big, it had been cleared out of anything that might have belong to the former owners and they had also cleared out anything that might easily be used as a weapon, sure she could break the table and use the table leg or hit a person over the head with a lamp, weapons where easy to come by, but she knew she couldn’t get far. Domenica sighed, why was she still here.

you have a job to do the gentle voice in her head said.

She grimaced, she was going crazy and she knew it, “Dom you’ll going batty.” She said looking around the house getting a feel for it she checked the water, the power it had it all, just like normal she thought with a laugh. Domenica was on the second floor, in what was the master bedroom, it had a nice little balcony, the sunlight beamed through the window lighting it up, she felt warm and safe in here, she couldn’t explain it, she walked to the double doors and opened them stepping out onto her small balcony, it looked to the west, she had a clear view of the new mountains and the new sea, she guessed it was a sea, calling it an ocean didn’t seem right they were still far off in the distance, in a way it reminded her of home. What struck her the most was that this home felt like it pointed to Ankeny, she knew no one else would make the connection but she had and that brought her peace, she didn’t feel forgotten.

redemption and salvation the voice said and she nodded.

She sighed looking off into the distance, she wondered what Alex was doing, she knew he wasn’t in Ankeny, he had chosen a different path, she prayed he was all right and taking care to avoid being captured, she missed his goofy look and some of the wacky things he would say to the others when he thought she wasn’t listening. She could help but shake her head with a smile at the thoughts of him. There was so much she wanted to let him know, so much crap she needed to give him for not going to Ankeny and getting help from the others, she could tell he wasn’t the type to listen, but at least he was safe. There was a knock at the door and as she turned from the light she felt it fade, like the sun was moving, but somehow she knew it wasn’t the sun.

She walked down the stairs quickly and got to the front door. She stopped and looked at her reflection checking her teeth in the mirror, it was a habit, a difficult one to shake even here. “Yes.” She said opening the door. Owen had returned with a couple of people in tow. “Owen.” She said surprised as he walked in, “Rita sent you a few gifts, to make you feel comfortable.” He said with a smile handing her a piece of paper with an envelope attached, Domenica didn’t look at the list or the envelope, whatever was in there didn’t matter. Behind him was a woman and a man dressed simply, the man she knew he was the red-head from their dinners; Will, he had been the one to serve her each night, he was charming and handsome, but dark not only they way he would look but his heart, his was a dark heart. The female she didn’t notice at first she was focused on Will, what she did see the poor thing looked awful, walking seemed to bother her. She almost didn’t see the other man, ‘Dog’ he was with them his head down God in heaven he was entertainment for them. “Dog” She said looking at the man he looked awful, beaten black and blue and a broken lip. “Owen what happen to him?”

Owen smirked, “he was a bad doggy. But instead of killing him Rita thought you might be able to use him.” Owen kicked the man and Dog feel to the floor trying to crawl away on his hands and knees, Will laughed as did Owen. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, you fucking prick.” The woman said and Owen started to back hand her, Domenica saw her face, “Owen NO!” Domenica said and he looked at her, Domenica frowned and turned to the woman again and slapped her across the face, “You’re in my house and you will behave or you can end up just like Dog.” Domenica said forceful, hating it, but she knew her slap would be softer then Owen’s. He smiled at her, “Do you want me to chain her up?” He said hopeful. Domenica looked at the woman, “I don’t think we’ll have anymore problems will we Misty.” Domenica said and looked at her. Misty looked at her and gave her a look that luckily Owen didn’t see. Owen laughed and looking at his list never questioning nor would he at how Domenica knew her name, “If you need anything doll.” He said walking out of the house closing the door behind him.

The Will looked at her and smiled, “I’m here for whatever you need.” Domenica forced a smile at him and slapped his butt, and he chucked, she looked at him “Thanks. Please go and get yourself comfortable in the kitchen. Well I see what we have here.” He nodded his head, “What your some freaking Princess Bitch.” Misty spat at her and Domenica looked at her, “Shut-up. Or I’ll make you shut-up.” She looked at Will who frowned looking at Misty he turned and looked at her, “Do you need me take care of her?” He said. “No, we’ll be fine.” Domenica looked at Misty, she was in cuffs (feet and hands) and she picked up the envelope, it had the key to Misty’s cuffs, she was the only one in them, so she slipped the keys in her pocket, Will and Dog were both well trained, Will was here to serve her, but to also watch her. Dog was just a cruel joke to remind her that she was on shaky ground.

She looked at Misty and pointed to a chair, “You sit and shut up.” Misty protested and Domenica shook her head and walked over to Dog she knelt down and looked at him, “Will get me water and towels. I don’t want him bleeding all over the place.”

“Hi there.” She said looking at Dog, she smiled at him, but she wanted to cry, he was a person and to be treated like an animal it broke her heart. Dog she would never call him that, “What’s your name?” She asked looking at him he said nothing just looked at her. Will returned with water and towels and set them next to her, “anything else?” She looked at him, “yes, I’m going to name Dog, do you have a problem with that?” Will looked at her, “It’ your house your rules.” She nodded, “Good then no thank you, you may go.” He nodded and walked out of the room. She rang out the towel in the warm water and started to whip away at Dog’s cuts and bruises all the while under the watchful eyes of Misty. Domenica helped Dog up on the sofa and set him down softly, “I’m going to call you Edward. You seem like an Edward to me.” She said with a kind smile and Dog looked at her, again not speaking, she looked up at the ceiling and racked her hands threw her hair, she was in hell; this was hell and she knew it, she wasn’t free Will was here to see to that, Rita selected him to serve her so she could have someone watch her who she trusted. She was little more then a slave. “Will.” She called again and he returned he was already wrapped in an apron, “I’d like you to watch after Edward, well I take Misty up and teach her proper respect and manners.” Will smiled darkly, “of course.” Domenica got up and grabbed Misty by the arm and pulled her along up the stairs, out of the corner of her eye she saw Will kick Edward to move Edward along to the kitchen, she wanted to say something but knew it would be best not to.

They made it up to Domenica’s bedroom the once warm light had dimmed, “Misty what the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Ankeny with Zeke and the others.” Domenica’s voice was quiet but firm Misty looked at her, “Who the fuck are you bitch.” Domenica shook her head closing the door, “I’m Domenica Anderson.” She said sitting on the bed looking at her, “Misty looked at her like that was suppose to mean something to her, but it didn’t, then it hit her, “you’re on the list, one of the people Zeke was waiting for.” Domenica looked at her confused. “I went out looking to find you guys, but that didn’t go so well.” Domenica couldn’t help but laugh, “No I guess not.”

“Why aren’t you with the others, getting rapped, or being beaten doesn’t she know about you?” Misty asked, and Domenica nodded, “Oh she knows, but I’m a Chosen, or whatever, she thinks I can be turned to the light. I’m misguided, plus she wants me to see to everyone comfort, using my background to fall back on.” She said looking around, “it’s all so crazy. I mean 2 weeks it took 2 weeks for our world to fall to shit” Domenica said looking around. “Well sense you’re so special, get me out of these chains we can go and get the others and get the hell out of here. We need to get Willow and Mark too. I…well I just know we need to get them.” Domenica looked at her, “You know Willow and Mark?” Misty nodded, “We met in the line. Willow is part of Mark’s little family they’re in building 412 or some shit like that. We got separated when I was sent to slave labor.”

Domenica thought, it couldn’t be that easy, no way, then she thought of Will and Edward. “Get these cuffs off of me, the fat guy is useless but between you and me we can take Red, then we go and get the others and get the hell out of here, piece of cake.” Domenica looked at her, “No…we have work to do here. We can’t leave and I won’t let you out of the cuffs, there are two many lives at state. I’m sorry. God has a purpose for us here, he sent you here for a reason just like me.” Domenica said looking at her, “but your…”

“I’m a prisoner just like you, I might have a nice cage but it’s still a cage, Will isn’t here to serve me, he’s here to watch me, serving me is only the benefit to being my baby sitter. I’m watched, we all are. Do you really think you can get out? How far do you think we could go? They captured our military convoy from Park City without firing a shot, well one but that was to make a point, a trained military convoy with M16s and other weapons and they bested us, we wouldn’t last 10 minutes on our own. Image Zeke, but darker, that is Rita, only she looks and acts like a cheerleader. No we stay here we do our jobs and we wait. I’m sorry Misty, it’s the way it has to be at least for now.”

Misty looked at her not sure what to say or think, this was all kinds of fucked up, she was inches away from getting free and Domenica was in no way going to allow that.

(OOC: Cale, I figured I would leave it open for you to respond. To be clear, there is no way that Domenica will uncuff Misty (hands and feet are cuffed), no way no how. And Domenica will not plot any kind of escape she doesn’t know why they have to stay here but they have to stay here at least for now. Of course if the MOD wills it differently then so be it.)
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Rubén et al – Getting settled

Zeke looked at Rubén and John, “I need to get back.” He said giving Rubén a kiss on the check squeezing his arm. “It’ll be fine.” He said looking at Rubén who frowned then nodded the others looked at the two of them, “See you later.” Zeke said quickly walking out waving at Callie and Lex, Rubén called after him, “love you.” Zeke stopped and tuned smiling, “love you too, I’ll catch up to you guys in a bit.” Then he was off, Rubén swallowed and looked back at the eyes that where on him, “Lt. Johnson, why don’t you come with me and we’ll take an inventory and you can tell me what we’re up against.” Captain John Costa said looking at Rubén giving him a smile. Darren nodded, and followed Costa. Lex and Callie where now content with Sam who was looking at Rubén a little thunder struck, Rubén chose to ignore it.

“Why don’t I take you to the house, you must be tired and hungry, then Cat I can show you the station, I’ve been doing what I can, but I’m no DJ.” Rubén said smiling. Cat nodded and Sam looked blankly at him, not sure what to make of the man in front of him, not only was he Hispanic but gay and the guy who they came to find was gay as well. “Zeke wants you to stay at our house, there is plenty of room.” Lex looked up at him, “with the puppies?” Rubén laughed, “Yes with the puppies.” He said smiling.

They walked out of the command tent and where greeted by several people waving and saying hello to Rubén some stopped and asked him questions or asked about the new people with him, it made the trip longer then it needed to be, “Rubby Rub.” A tall black man said coming up to him, “I wanted to let you know we’ve got the medical center coming along, the rooms still be converted but they’ve been cleaned out and we started knocking down walls, of course we could use a good electrician, with all the help we have not one of them is an electrician; amazing. But other then that I couldn’t be happier.” He said with a smile looking at the newcomers, “Man I can’t believe it that place was stocked. You and Tom…” He stopped and Rubén smiled, “Good Derek, that’s great news. Did we get all the critical moved down there, what about Tom?” Derek looked at him and nodded, “He’s been moved, we’re taking good care of him.” Rubén sighed, “Thank you.” He looked at the kids and Sam and Cat. “Dr. Derek Jackson this is Sam Barkley, Cat, Hansen and Callie and Lex Barkley, Sam’s grandkids.” They all looked at the Doctor, “this is our Chief of Staff and Head of Medical.” He smiled at them all, “Very nice to meet you welcome, it great to have more good people. Rubby Rub, I need to head out, there is a ton too do.” Derek said and rushed off.

“He was in a hurry.” Sam said watching him head off. Rubén nodded, “when you’re trying to rebuild a town and go from the dark ages, to modern times, you tend to move fast, they just got everything moved from the camp to the medical center yesterday, now it’s a matter of getting the hospital set-up, Ankeny didn’t have one, but they soon will.” Rubén said with a laugh. They continued down the path to the parking area where Misty’s truck was. Rubén stopped and looked at them, “I don’t suppose you saw three young women; all very pretty all about 18, they…well they want looking for you?” Sam and Cat looked at each other, “No, sorry man.” Cat said. Rubén frowned he knew they wouldn’t have seen them but he had to ask, “Alright.” They got to Misty’s truck and he pulled out his keys, “Everyone in.” Rubén said with a smile helping the kids in.

“Rubén! Rubén!” He heard a female voice call from behind him, he stopped and turned, “Karen hi, any news?” She smiled, “Well I think we’re all set, the schools are in really good shape, the high school turning it into the college really makes sense, we decided to have it also work as the high school too, with all that space why not, right? Now that we have the supplies we needed, we’ll be able to open in the next couple of days.” Rubén nodded, “Excellent that is great news. Karen we need to get a census of all the kids and their current grades, we need to find out how many kids we have for each grade and then each class we have limited teachers maybe we can pull some of the adults that are willing to help to get them to help be aids or something. I know we are limited on resources. You, Ted and Devon need to meet as the heads of your divisions and let me know what we need and where we’re at. We’re not going to micromanage this, you are the experts and you know what we need. We trust the three of you. We want every kid in school and learning, education is so critical now more then ever.” Karen nodded. “We are already working on it. I’ve got parents coming and asking to volunteer, I even some of the medical staff wanting to volunteer to start a medical school of some kind.” She stopped and looked in the truck, “and who are these cuties?” Karen said looking at Callie and Lex .

Rubén smiled, “Callie and Lex Barkley, their Grandfather Sam and Cat Hansen, they just arrived, Cat is gong to get the radio station up and going, so you don’t have to hear my voice anymore.” Karen laughed, looking at him, “ah it’s cute.” Rubén blushed, “Karen is the head of what, will very soon be our grade school (K-8), she is also the speaker for the Teaches Collective.” Karen smiled, “Nice to meet you. Rubén I can’t believe we’re going to make this happen, but we’re still behind, so much to do.” Karen looked at the others, “Bye, nice meeting you.” Rubén got into the car and started the engine. “Wow do you and Zeke run it all?” Sam asked and Rubén frowned, “No people…sense the incident on the radio…It’s all…” He stopped and looked at them, “we’re going to have an election vote in 7 council members, as soon as that happens, they’ll over see everything.”

Cat looked at him and smiled, “Dude, you’re going to be on the council, you and Zeke both.” Rubén shrugged, “whatever the people want.” They started driving down the road to Zeke’s house, he needed to get them all settled.
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All things considered, being a servant girl was very much like being a bartender.

There were a few things different, of course. The handcuffs and chains on her wrist and feet, the fact that she couldn't go anywhere but her designated areas, and the hours were longer. Oh yea, the longer hours would be a bitch.

Not to mention her ass still hurt. The doctors had fixed her up as best they could, and stopped the bleeding, and she didn't have to worry about infections. But she was gonna be stting easy for the next few days.

Her ass hadn't hurt that bad since one of her drunken ex-boyfriends has misjudged which hole he was sticking his wang into one night.

All in all, not one of Misty's best weeks. And while she harbored no ill will toward Domenica, she was about ready to strangle the woman.

Misty wanted to escape, any sane person would, but Domenica seemed to think Misty was some kind of loose cannon, an unknown factor that would plunge headfirst into some lame ass plan and wreck everything.

"So, you'r saying our best strategy is to wait, let urselves be used up, and wait for God to save us?" Misty asked.

Domenica nodded, "For now, yes. Everything that ha shappened, happened according to Gods design."

"No wonder you and Zeke dreamed about each other," Misty commented, "You sound just like him." Misty sighed, "I'm sorry, that came out wrong."

"It's ok," Domenica said, "I understand your frustration. But you do understand why I can't unlock you."

"In case I get it into my head to do something stupid and get myself killed?" Misty said.

"I would have put it differently, but essentially, yes." Domenica said, "I can tell your not a stupid woman, far from it, the fact that you've survived this long is testament to that."

"Then why can't you trust me enough to unlock my chains?" Misty said, raisn gher shackled wrist.

Domenica shook her head, " Can you honestly tell me that if I were to release you, the lull of freedom wouldn't tempt you into trying to escape?"

Misty opened her mouth to answer, but closed it again, thinking about what Domenica had said. She lowered her gaze, staring at the floor, "No."

"That is why," Domenica said, "I wish I could help you, I really do, but it's a risk we cannot take, and you know it."

"So, we wait." Misty said, "We wait for rescue to come, or for God to intervene?"

"God has a plan for all of us," Domenica said, "We all must do our part for now."

Misty shook her head, "I beleive in God as much as the next person, but I've always been a big beleiver that we shape our own destiney, that no outside influence controls my actions, my decisions. Now your telling me God is taking everybodies lives into his hand." Misty let out a chuckle, "It's kinda hard to take in, y'know?"

"I understand," Domenica said, "I'm not sure how much I like it myself, but for whatever reason, God has taken an interest in us, for better or for worse. However, not all the news is bad."

"How so?"

"God may have taken an interest in our actions, but ultimatley, I feel he is more, giving us choices, rather then setting us down a scribed path."

"That is slightly more comforting," Misty said, chuckling. "We better not take much longer here, or that Will asshole will get suspicious."

"Indeed," Domenica said, "I will do all that I can to make things easy for you, but beyond that, there is very little I can do for you."

Misty understood her meaning. Should Misty try anything stupid, Domenica couldn't protect her, "I understand. However, I do have one rule."

"Yes?" Domenica said, arching a questioning eyebrow.

Misty smiled, sweetly, "Slap me again, and I'll be forced to knock your teeth in."

Domenica blinked, and smiled, "Fair enough, child. Now lets go, quickly."



OOC: God, i hate this post, but its something, so enjoy, if you can
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Mark--Early Morning Reflections

Well, the new digs were definitely leaps and bounds over the trailer. There were showers, electricity, food—pretty much anything you’d need, really. It almost seemed like a normal family home, except for the fact that Mark was “married” to three women—Peg, Mary, and Willow. He would probably eventually get one more, since most of the other men had four women in their little harems. Not that he was in any rush.

He’d bedded them all by now, and soon they’d be given pregnancy tests. Mark yanked open the refrigerator door and looked inside. After a moment, he pulled out the Tropicana and uncapped it. He wondered briefly if he should get a glass, then shrugged and took a few long swallows straight from the bottle. He caught a glimpse of his wedding ring as he set the bottle back down onto the smooth formica counter, and suddenly and violently burst into ragged sobs. Sinking to the floor, Mark held his head in his hands. Where was his wife and son? Had they made it out alive? If they did, would he ever see them again? If he saw them again, would Skye ever forgive what he’d done?

The more he tried not to think about it, the more prominent the thoughts of his family became. Feebly, he attempted to hide his sobs, but they were too raw. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Pull yourself together, Mark,” he told himself. He pounded the back of his head on the back of the kitchen cabinets in front of the sink, trying to stop himself. A couple of hard and swift jolts to the head finally seemed to do the trick. Mark’s tears slowed, and then stopped. He hoped that the ladies hadn’t heard him. He didn’t want them to think that he was weak or couldn’t be counted on to keep his shit together. So far, he was the only one keeping their lives together, at least Peg and Mary’s. They’d relied on his strength to get through what they’d gone through, so he couldn’t break down now.

Mark slowly pulled himself up from the floor and used the faucet to wash the tears from his face. He did feel better—sometimes bawling like a baby was just what a person needed. Mark sighed shakily and put the orange juice back in the fridge. He felt the growing beard on his face, debating whether or not to shave, then decided against it. The fewer people that recognized him, the better. It was hard enough getting through this without people staring at him for being a celebrity. Not that he thought of himself that way, but…..others might. He was on TV, after all. And the covers of magazines. Luckily, not so much since the band broke up a year ago.

He wondered if the ladies liked vegetable frittatas. It was one of the breakfast foods he was pretty good at making. Well, he might as well try. He grabbed the eggs, veggies, and milk from the fridge and set them on the counter. After a bit of searching, he also found some coffee and started to brew some for the gang. Might as make this as normal a life as we can, he thought. It would probably help them all keep their shit together. Selecting a nice sized skillet to cook in, Mark set to cooking the fritattas, blocking all other thoughts from his mind other than what he was doing at that moment.

The frittatas had turned out pretty good. The coffee was strong, but not too strong. Mark set the table and prepared his, Willow’s, Peg’s, and Mary’s plates. Putting on a cheery face, Mark yelled up the staircase to his new family. “Breakfast, Ladies!!! Come and get it while it’s hot!”
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Johnson and his men were treated to new ACU's to replace their old dirt and blood stained ones, as well as any toiletries they desired. There was a functional but crude shower installed, as well as a small sink which they used to clean themselves.

"This place doesn't seem too bad. It's safe at least." Pvt. Richards said while applying roll on deodorant.

"Don't get too comfortable Private." Sergeant Martinez said, "I don't think Lieutenant is planning on staying long."

"Sergeant, I plan on staying here as long as it takes for us to get Dom and Willow back, and possibly kill that bitch Rita if there's time." Johnson said, looking up from tieing his boot laces.

"We'll make the time, sir." Pvt. Sanders piped in.

"I hope so Private. I wouldn't mind getting a shot on her after what she did to Davis." Johnson said.

"All in due time, Lieutenant." Captain John Costas said coming into the room. "If you're ready, I would like to have a word with you and the Sergeant in private."

Johnson nodded. "Sure thing."

Johnson and Martinez followed the Captain into a room which held a long table surrounded by chairs. The chairs were full with ACU-clad individuals, besides three empty seats, one at the head of the table, the other two on each sides. John sat at the head while Johnson and Martinez sat on the sides.

"Alright Lieutenant. Can you tell us what exactly weir up against?" John asked.

"I wish I knew exactly what I saw sir. There was 14 of us, all armed in some way. We were traveling through Sioux City. It seemed pretty empty. We picked up three survivors, which wasn't a lot compared to the other cities. While moving through, we were stopped by a bus blocking our advance. I stopped the convoy to check things out, since I saw unarmed people inside the bus. As we made toward the bus, several armed individuals came from behind the bus."

"What were they armed with?" One of the men from the other side of the table asked.

"M16A2s mainly." Sergeant Martinez said, "Some AK-74s, M-240s..."

"MP5s...You name it we probably had it pointed at us." Johnson said.

"Any explosives?" Another asked.

"Not sure. None were used on us." Johnson said.

"Continue your story, Lieutenant." The Captain said.

"So they came out from behind the bus and demanded our weapons and supplies. We denied at first, only seeing five armed men. Then, they demanded our women. I remember one of my men, a Corporal, raising his weapon to fire. Before he did, a single shot rang out, hitting him square in the head. Of the five men I saw, none of their muzzles flashed. I didn't see any muzzle flash. I didn't even hear a round fire. Then, they opened fire, killing two civilians. Then just like that they took the women, our weapons, and disabled our vehicles."

"Then what?" Someone asked.

"They left." Martinez said.

"What vehicles did they have?" A woman asked.

"I saw three civilian trucks carrying trailers, as well as three modified Humvees, and a bus. Oh, and there was an RV too."

"What was in the trailers?" Someone else asked.

"People, I believe." Johnson said. "That's where they put Willow and Dominica."

"How many people were in there?"

"Only one opened. It looked full. I didn't get a chance to count." Johnson said. "A dozen and a half to a trailer maybe. They looked pretty packed."

"How many of them were armed?"

"Like I said, I only saw five. But there was definitely more."

"That'll do for the questions. Thank you Lieutenant for your time." John said and stood up. "We need to prepare for our trip to Fort Dodge. Everyone is dismissed."
"Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15
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Alex/Adam - Headed for Fort Dodge

Alex stumbled out of the diner shortly after eight in the morning according to his pocket watch. He hadn’t actually slept much, two hours at the absolute most, he figured..but hey, compared to the trial, this was peanuts. During Millerton’s three week trial, Alex had slept for maybe three days in total.

The diner was fairly well stocked and actually had power, miraculously. It was good not eating energy bars for once…not to mention the fact they were able to have something cold to drink, though Alex personally would’ve preferred some vodka to sodas, but you go with ya got, right?

He re-entered the diner and started making some eggs and bacon, figuring it’d be a long time before they’d get it again. As those cooked, he brewed a pot of coffee and found a battered CB Radio that he assumed belonged to the chef. Out of curiosity, he flipped the switch and heard brief static. He grabbed the mouthpiece and thumbed the button. He continued with breakfast, flipping the eggs over the cheese to make omelets and adding new bacon to the pan.

“Breaker one-nine. Breaker one-nine. This is The Joker. Can anyone read me?”

Nothing; he quickly changed the channel.

“Breaker one-nine. Breaker one-nine. This is The Joker. Can anyone read me?”

Nothing; he flicked the channel.

“This is The Joker talking is there anyone out there?”

“Dead air?”

Alex turned to see Adam leaning in the doorframe to the kitchen.

“Yeah. You hungry?”

“Damn straight I am. Smells good too.”

“Figured real food would do us both good after a couple days of energy bars. Those things taste like cardboard.”

“How would you know what cardboard tastes like?”

“You ever had my Aunt Cheryl’s cooking, you’d know,” Alex said with a grin. Adam chuckled as Alex plated the meals and the two men walked out in to main area of the diner, Alex bring the CB radio with him.

“So, we gonna find another radio, give you one for the combine and me one for the tanker?”

Alex crunched on a piece of particularly crispy bacon, “I was thinking about what you said. That combine, while fun, ain’t exactly practical.”

“You did bring up a good point though, it can clear the road. Great omelet, by the way.”

“Thanks. But you’re right, the combine’s impractical. But it does allow us to get shit out of the way. I’m thinking we ditch the combine and take the tanker as far as Cherokee. Once we hit Cherokee, we should look for a vehicle with four-wheel drive.”

Adam considered this briefly, finishing off his omelet and coffee. “Might as well..I mean, combine and tanker truck are pretty slow and they’re not maneuverable.”

“Plus, with with the four wheel we can find some more bikes and keep them in the back. If things get to rough, we can always switch back to the bicycles and find another four wheel along the road. Maybe in Storm Lake. Or hell, even motor bikes. Little more maneuverable than the four wheel and we can push ‘em through wrecks and grid locked areas. Worked in The Stand.

“God, you really love that book, don’t you?”

“Don’t knock it bro. I mean, hell…we’ve already found Randall Flagg in our dear friend Rita. So I guess that means Zeke is indeed our Mother Abagail. So, you ready to hit the road man? Take some coffee in a thermos bottle?”

“Sounds like a plan. We keeping the CB?”

“Might as well, maybe we can find other people. Start a new convoy.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Adam said.

The two men cleaned their dishes and Alex found a waitress pad.

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Alex and Adam


He taped the note to the inside of the glass door and the two men walked over the tanker. Adam climbed behind the wheel and Alex placed the CB radio on the dashboard and flicked it on.

“Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine this is Joker and Bubbles. Is there anyone out there?”

“Wait…I’m ‘Bubbles?’”

“Yeah. You blow snot-bubbles when you sleep.”

“That never leaves this cab, okay?”

“Fine. But I’m pretty sure Willow would know bro.”

“Still…no one else. Okay?”

“Fine.”
Alex turned the dial to another frequency. “Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine. Anybody out there?”

“Roger that, this the Bandit who am I talking to here?”

“I’m Joker and my buddy here is Bubbles, Bandit. What’s your twenty?”

“Hey,” Adam muttered.

“I’m at a diner halfway between LeMars and Cherokee. What’s yours? You Alex or Adam, Joker?”

“Alex. We’re about ten miles away from that diner Bandit.”

“Roger that Joker,” came the reply. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“10-4 Bandit.”

Adam eased the tanker to the side of the road. “We sure this isn’t one Rita’s goons?”

Alex shrugged and pulled out his shotgun. “If it is, I’m gonna interrogate his ass then paint the highway with his brains. Leave him as a warning to others.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After a few minutes, the two men heard a distant engine, coming closer. Adam looked in the side-view mirror and saw a dust cloud, then a Pontiac TransAm emerged from the cloud, it careened past the tanker, then pulled to a stop. Alex opened his door and stepped down, shot gun at the ready.

“You Bandit?”

“Hell yeah. Joker?”

“Yup. Out of the car, hands where I can see ‘em, Bandit.”

The door swung open and a man stepped out with a Stetson hat pulled low over his face, he put his hands up and, as he did, pushed the brim up revealing his face.

“Holy shit! You’re Burt fuckin’ Reynolds!”

“You were expecting Sally Field?”
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Adam and Alex clambered back into the tanker and drove off towards Cherokee, with Burt Reynolds driving next to them in his TransAm. After what seemed like hours they had reached the town of Cherokee, Illinois.

“Again with the flyspeck towns,” Alex muttered.

“I hear ya brother,” Adam said. “Jesus. You see that?”

“What?”

Adam pointed to the population sign, it read 4, 697.

“Forty-seven hundred people in this little town? Fuck man...of course I highly doubt the population is that high anymore.”

The truck drove to the center of town and Alex spotted a hardware store, he entered and grabbed a tin of spray paint and walked back to the population sign, he crossed out the ‘4, 697’ and wrote ‘3’ next to the crossed out number. “That’s better.”

“Jesus Christ man,” Adam muttered. “You are going straight to hell.”

“Hey man, I play my cards right with Zeke and I’m onwards and upwards. Remember, I’m throwing in my lot with him, not that fucking bitch Rita.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, what’re we looking for here guys?” Burt asked.

“Something with four wheel drive,” Alex replied. “Gorgeous as that TransAm of your is, it’s not practical for any areas if there’s grid lock.”

He nodded briefly, “I was afraid anyone I ran into would say that. Hell, even I know this ain’t the best care in the world to use, but it’s so damn beautiful.”

“Can we please stop being nostalgic and actually find a useful vehicle please?” Adam said, looking around the intersection they were at. None of the few cars left in parking lots were Jeeps, but there had to be one in the area.

“Bubbles is right, Alex.”

“Wait…why is he Alex but I’m still Bubbles?”

“It’s a funny name,” Burt said with a wide grin.

“He does have a point, Adam.”

“I’m just going to ignore you two,” Adam said smiling. He stared walking further along the main drag, checking the parking lots to no avail. The men spread out going up the side streets. Adam went alone while Alex went with Burt.

“I’ve gotta say man, I’m a huge fan of yours. I loved Smokey and the Bandit as a kid.”

“Always a pleasure to meet a fan. We haven’t really been formally introduced have we?”

“Nope. I’m Alex Castle.”

“You the guy who wrote that book?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty good first effort son, I’ve gotta say.”

Alex flushed a deep crimson. “Jesus Christ…Burt Reynolds liked my book.”

“I heard rumors there was a film adaptation lined up and a sequel….looks like neither is gonna happen. Sucks too…I was kinda hoping that if the film got off the ground I could play Seamus’ father. I liked him.”

Alex smiled, “well if you’d said something when it got green lit, I’d have said yes, no questions asked. How ‘bout this. We ever start filming movies to keep morale up in any towns or camps we start, you’re Seamus’ dad, okay?”

“Deal.” Burt stuck his hand out and the two men shook. “I’ll be damned…an honest-to-God liquor store. You want a drink?”

“Hell yeah!”

The two men walked across the blacktop and entered the small store, taking several bottles of whiskey, vodka, and a few cases of beer. They loaded them into a shopping cart and continued through town, near the outskirts they found an old Jeep that had four wheel drive. They loaded their haul into the cargo compartment and Burt clambered behind the wheel. Alex hoped in back with his shotgun resting on the roll bars of the jeep and the two men drove back to the tanker. They took the CB radios from the tanker and TransAm and honked the horn at Adam who was walking down one of the side streets. Adam grinned and walked over to them.

“We got enough gas to back track? Load some up into jerry cans?”

“Yup. Full tank,” Burt said. “Let’s roll kids.”

With that, Adam climbed in and the three men left Cherokee, headed back to the small gas station.
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Willow/Mark - Hope is Green


“Thanks Mark,” Willow said washing her dish in the sink and putting it in the rack as the other two women picked at their breakfasts. “That was pretty good. Adam’s are better but,”

“Oh ho ho,” Mark said with a laugh. “Are they now?”

She smiled and turned looking at him. “Well you know,” she said with a smile and a shrug. “This is so fucking crazy,” she said with a shake of her head. “I mean what the hell are they thinking? They want us to take a damn test every day?”

“Seems like it,” Mark replied. “Why?”

“Because, it’s a waste of tests.” Willow said. “Do they not realize that pregnancy doesn’t happen immediately? They had no idea what they’re doing. Next thing we know they’ll be putting fertility drugs in the water.”

Mark laughed, the other two women looking at her horrified. “Don’t give them ideas, Willow.”

She just smiled, pulling the shoulder strap of her dress back up onto her shoulder and she leaned against him as he stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her arms slid around his waist and she rested her head on his chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just,”

“I know,” he replied and kissed her forehead. “I know.”

“You think they’re still alive?” She asked, holding him tightly to her. “Adam, Lex, Callie, Skye, Jack?” She felt her eyes beginning to burn as tears welled up in them. Two week, it had just been two weeks and it felt like an eternity. Every step of the way she’d managed to keep her chin up, managed to keep herself together, strong, immobile, a rock for her children to lean on and now with them gone? Willow felt her knees growing weak and she leaned harder against Mark. For the first time in two weeks, the full impact of what had happened hitting her like a ton of bricks. “Oh God,” she groaned, her legs giving out and she slid down to the floor, Mark sinking with her, his arms never unlocking and he hugged her as tightly as he could. “What’s happening to us? What are we going to do?”

“We’re going to hold on,” Mark said kissing her tears away. “We’re going to keep going.” He said down fully on the floor and Willow shifted in his lap so that she was straddling him, her head resting on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her back, expecting to feel her trembling, her breath hitching as she fought back tears but there was nothing. Her muscles were soft under his fingers and she let out a long, slow sigh against his neck.

“I know,” she said, her hand sliding up so that her fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He smiled against the side of her neck. “I am too, princess. I am too. I mean I get a roof over my head, three hot women to fuck,” he smiled painfully and laughed softly looking up at the other two women.

“God you’re horrible,” she said dissolving into laughter. The other two women smiled softly, amused. Her hand patted his chest and she leaned back against the side of the cabinet door at her back, her head resting against the wood. “Do you think they’ll let us have a garden?” She asked, looking towards the small back yard that was outside their window. “Maybe let us do some landscaping?”

Mark shrugged. “It wouldn’t hurt to try.” He said. He’d always been partial to growing things, landscaping, getting his hands dirty. No one really knew that about him, but he did. Ever since his first house with Skye… “It’s important,” he said looking back at the other two women. “It’s important that we keep ourselves busy, doing the things we love. We can’t, we can’t let them beat us.” Both of the women nodded in agreement.

Willow detached herself from his arms and walked across the kitchen barefoot, opening the door and stepping outside into the dirt. There wasn’t any grass left, most of it had burned when the asteroid had hit. There wasn’t a lot of green left in the world. She walked a few feet away from the door, her eyes looking over the houses around them. The fences locking each unit to its own. She could see guards, walking up and down the thin roads, weapons on their shoulders making sure no one tried to escape. One of them stopped, looking at her intently. No one else was outside of their home and she gave him a smile, and a half wave before going down to her knees on the earth.

The skirt of her white dress tucked under her knees padding them slightly against the dirt and rocks and she leaned forward, digging her fingers into the black earth. She forced them down deeper into unsigned soil and pulled up handfuls of earth, bringing it up to her face and breathing in the fresh scent of Mother Earth.

Her hands dropped to her lap, the dirt trickling through her fingers and over her dress and she looked up at the sky. It was finally getting back to blue, though it was an odd shade and she couldn’t help but wonder if it would always be that way. Scarred, damaged…

The next thing Willow was aware of was digging. Time had passed, she wasn’t sure how much, but it had passed. She’d cleared a few feet of burned earth, digging down to the fresh soil underneath. Her nails, though never long and perfect like many rock stars wives would have been, were chipped, the skin on her fingers bleeding and she sat back on her heals, feeling a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

If she was going to do anything, do anything of merit while she was here, she was going to see a little more green in the world.

There was still hope… just, sometimes one had to make it.
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When Bridgette woke up, there was a delicious smell in the air.

She groaned, stretching, feeling an empty space next to her. Misty must be cooking breakfast.

Wait, that wasn't right, Bridgette thought, groggily coming out of her sleep funk. Then she remembered where she was, and what she had done. She sat up in bed, looking around.

Danny was in the small kitchen off their room, facing a small stove. The smells of bacon and toast cooking wafted from the kitchen. Lilly and Sasha were on the second bed, sleeping, curled up in each others arms.

Bridgette yawned, slipping out of the bed. There was a bathrobe on anearby chair, which she took, as she was naked.

Sensing movement, Danny turned around, smiling at Bridgette, "Good morning," He pulled a pan off the stove, showing it to Bridgette, "I uh, I made breakfast."

"I could smell it, thank you," Bridgette said, inhaling deeply, "It smells wonderful!"

Danny smiled, his grin reminding her of a child, told he had done a good job on his homework or something. When Danny turned back around, Bridgette frowned, however, suddenly curious, "Danny, how old are you?"

Danny, without turning around to face her, counted on his fingers, "I'm, uh, 23. Why?"

"No reason," Bridgette said, her suspicions suddenly confirmed. He was 23, but he seemed to have the mind of a child. Whether he was born that way, or it was aresult of the asteroid, she didn't know.

Apparently finished with breakfast, Danny turned off the stove, and began dumping the food onto four plates set on the counter. "Breakfast is ready," Danny announced, taking some of the plates into his arms. Bridgette came forward, and helped him.

They set the plates in a small eating area, a small table with four chairs around it. While Danny set up the table, Bridgette went to wake up the other two women.

They awoke quickly, strecthing, smelling breakfast in the air. Lilly's massive breasts heaved as she strecthed. "Smells good," She said, "What're we having?"

"Bacon, eggs, toast, I think," Bridgette said, "Come on and eat before its all gone."

That threat motivated the two women. Sahsa pulled on the other bathrobe, leaving Lilly to pull on a pair of biker shorts.

They sat down at the table, and Bridgette prepared to dig in, but stopped as she noticed Danny, Sasha, and Lilly had their heads bowed down, in prayer. Lilly looked up at Bridgette, and at her urging, closed her eyes and looked down, hands clasped.

After a few moments, Danny said, "Grace." And they began to eat.

Bridgette picked up a peice of bacon, and bit into it, marvelling. It was cooked to perfection, just crispy enough without being burnt. The eggs were equally good. "My God, this is delicious!" Bridgette exclamed, "Is there anything you can't do?"

Danny blushed, grinning his little kid grin, "I just do what I can."

Sasha placed her hand on his, smiling warmly at him, "And you do it so well."

Agan, Danny blushed, sheepishly hiding his face in his plate. For a while, there was no talking as everyone ate their breakfasts.

"So, what did you do before all this?" Sasha asked, looking at Bridgette.

Bridgette wiped her mouth, "Before the asteroid? I was working at a gas station, then as a bartender."

"Oh, I've worked at bars before!" Lilly said brightly, "You ever heard of the Cabaret?"

Bridgette snorted into her juice glass, caught off gaurd by the question, "The strip club?"

"Uh-huh," Lilly nodded brightly, "I worked as one of the dancers. It was great, and the people were really friendly, I got lots of customers!"

Eyeing Lilly's slender yet very buxom frame, Bridgette could see why. She turned to Sasha, "What about you?"

"I was a lawyer," She responded stiflly, "I worked at some firm down in California."

Sasha didn't elaborate past that, and Bridgette didn't press. Instead, she looked at Danny, smiling gently, "And what about you?"

It was Lilly who answered, "We don't know where he came from, he doesn't talk about his past to anyone."

Bridgette nodded, "I see." Before she could probe further, the door opened, and the soldier who had watched her and Danny fuck the othe rnight came in, leering.

"Enjoying a little breakfast, are we?" He said, grinning widley, showing missing teeth, "And how bout you, darlin'? Danny showed you a good time?"

Bridgette refrained from taking her fork and stabbing the man in the eye with it, but just barely. Instead, she bared her teeth at the man, hoping he'd take it for a smile.

The man just grinned, looking at each woman in turn, lingering on Lilly's exposed breasts,. "Oh, right, I almost forgot what I came for," The man said, pulling a small pakcet from his pocket, tossing it to Bridgette. "That there is your pregnancy tester. Go ahead and use it."

"What, now?" Bridgette asked incredolously, "Even if I did get pregnant from that, it's not gonna show overnight!"

"Don't care," The man said, crossing his arms across his rather burly chest, "Rita wants a check-up after every session."

Bridgette sighed, rolling her eyes, "Fine." She took the packet, and closed herself in the small bathroom. When she was finished with it, she came back out, handing it back to the man, "Here."

"Thank you kindly," The man said, mock politley. He examined it, "Nope, not yet. Looks like your gonna have another go at her, aint'cha, Danny boy?" The man laughed, looking at Danny, who looked horribly embarassed.

Bridgette just sighed, rolling her eyes. This guy apparently had no idea how birthing actually happened. "Allright, I've taken your test, what else did you want?"

The man glared at her, "You wanna watch your mouth, girl, or else Rita will hear of it."

"C'mon, Solomon, she's new, give her a break, huh?" Lilly pleaded, standing up, bending over the table, her massive breats in plain view. Perhaps it was that that made Solomon back off.

"Oh, allright, But you still need to learn some respect," Solomon said, pointing afinger at Bridgette, "Now, Rita wants you to try again today, so you'll be taking her first," He pointed at Lilly, "Than her," pointing at Sasha, "And then her again tonight, ok?" Witht hat, Solomon turned on his heel, and left.

"Well, might as well get started!" Lilly said cheerily, getting up, "You taake care of the dishes, ok? C'mon, Danny!" The busty ex-stripper said, hauling Danny up by th earm, and dragging him off into the bedroom.

"Solomon's not going to watch them?" Bridgette said, as she helped Sasha clear up the plates.

"Lilly and I have been here long enough that Solomon trusts us not to fake anything." Sasha replied, "Besides, he's seen Lilly at it enough times that he probably got bored."

"She seems....cheerful." Bridgette remarked, a little bemused.

"Yes, well, in addition to being a stripper, Lilly also suffers from nymphomania, so this place is like a getaway spa for her." Sahsa said, gathering up some plates.

"We should all be so lucky," Bridgette said, wincing as Lilly's loud moans were heard through the walls.

"Well, just be careful, or she might try to bed you as well." Sahsa admonished.

"I'll keep that in mind." Bridgette said, clearing the last of the plates off.

"i can handle the dishes," Sasha said, "why don't you look around, see the sights, such as they are?"

"Sounds like a plan," Bridgette said, a s aparticuarly loud moan came from Lilly. "a walk in the fresh air might do me some good."
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Adam, Alex, and Burt--road warriors

Adam had never really liked Burt Reynolds; he always seemed like an asshole. Probably a wife-beater, too. Adam laughed at himself—it was funny how you could judge another person without knowing them, while at the same time be pissed because someone was judging you. God knew Adam had his fair share of stares and judgements made over his mohawk and tattoos. He was the quiet, polite nice guy dressed up like a thug. He made up his mind to give Burt a chance. It was only fair.

Alex seemed to have warmed up to Burtie immediately. He followed Burt around like a puppy at his master’s heels. Adam grinned, exposing his pearly whites as he walked along, kicking up dirt behind him in his Macbeth skater shoes. Adam wondered if Domenica would find Alex’s star-struck behavior cute or alarming. One could never tell with women—they were very unpredictable creatures.

Thinking of Domenica brought his thoughts over to Willow, and his smile twisted into a frown. I hope you’re ok, baby, he thought. He knew his kids were ok; Sam would take care of them, of that he was certain. He hoped that Willow had someone to take care of her, but he doubted it. His fists clenched involuntarily as he thought of Rita and her gorillas taking his wife away from him. Revenge lust washed over him again and consumed his thoughts as he stared intently at the ground, lost in his own fantasies of rescue and revenge.

He could only guess what they were making his wife do, and it made him sick. After several minutes, Adam finally looked up from the ground, and saw Burt and Alex had found a Jeep. At least that was something. He sauntered over to them, hands in the pockets of his pants, and smiled.

“Good find, man.”

“Thanks, Bubbles,” Burt said smarmily.

Adam cringed. The dude wasn’t making it any easier to like him. He glared at Alex, who had dubbed thee. Alex was laughing. Oh, yeah, laugh it up, motherfucker, Adam glowered. His mood right now was anything but generous.

“I think he’s pouting,” Alex commented as they climbed into the Jeep. Alex and Burt took the front, while Adam commendered the back and stretched out. His right ankle had begun to ache quite awhile ago from all the walking and biking they’d done over the past few days. He rubbed it absently while they drove on, ever closer to Fort Dodge.

“Ayup, he does seem to be, doesn’t he?” Burt chuckled. “Why Bubbles, anyway?”

“Um, that’s a little private joke between me and him,” Alex said amiably. “I can’t tell you.”

“Will you guys just shut the fuck up?” Adam snapped. “Jesus!”

Alex turned around, a look of concern and bewilderment on his face. “Dude, what’s up?”

“Nothing, man, just enough with the jokes, ok?”

Alex noticed Adam twisting the wedding ring on his finger and guessed that Adam was thinking about his captive wife, so he obliged. “Sure, man,” he said mildly. “Sorry.”

Adam sighed. “Thanks, man. I…..I’m just tired. It’s been a shitty day.”

Alex just nodded and turned back around. Best not to say too much. He pulled out a map of Iowa that had been in the glove compartment of the Jeep and read it. “We should be in Fort Dodge in like…less than 2 hours if the path stays pretty clear.”

“That’s good news, dude. Let’s just hope that when we get there, we’re gonna find what we’re looking for.”

“Oh Ye of little faith,” Burt chided.

Yeah, Adam was really not liking that guy.
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Mark and Willow--Sexy Time

There was a knock at the back door. Mark finished putting the last dish in the kitchen cupboard and shuffled to the door in his scuff slippers. He glanced up at the clock; who the hell was knocking at 7 AM? Mark wasn’t surprised to see a military man at the other side of the door.

“You come for coffee?” Mark quipped. “Cuz we’re fresh out.”

“Funny,” the man muttered, and shoved a paper into Mark’s hands. “Your daily schedule. It starts today. There are cameras in your house to monitor compliance.”

Mark was taken aback. Cameras? He hadn’t noticed any; not that he’d been looking. Mark skimmed over the page that had been thrust into his hands. He was scheduled to couple with each of the three women twice a day. So he was going to be in the bedroom 6 times a day. He was 34 years old, not 18 any more. He hoped he could keep it up. Literally.

“This a joke?” Mark asked, knowing it wasn’t.

“What you do in the time you aren’t scheduled to do your job, that’s your business; but the cameras will monitor you and you ARE expected to perform at the scheduled times. Failure to comply will be met with very unfavorable consequences.”

“Such as?”

The man smiled cruelly. “Ever wanted to find out what made the people in the ‘entertainment’ trailer scream so loud at night?”

Mark shook his head “no”. What was he gonna say to that?

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look!” The soldier guffawed as if he just told the funniest joke in the world.

Mark stood there, appraising the man blandly. Jesus, what kind of morons did Rita have working for her? Hopefully, really dumb ones. It would make any plot to escape that much easier. “Ok,” he glanced at the man’s name stitched onto his uniform. “Officer Miller. You have yourself a terrific day now, all right?” He smiled broadly and shut the door before Miller had a chance to say anything else.

Tossing the schedule on the kitchen counter, Mark sighed and scuffed his way into the living room and sank into the soft cushion of the dark blue couch. He had exactly thirty minutes before he had to be in the bedroom with Willow. Super. She was out in the yard digging herself bloody. Peg was in the den, reading a book, and Mary was dusting. It appeared that they were all making every attempt possible to keep things normal. If you called digging around in burnt ground normal, he thought.

Mark sighed deeply and got up from the couch. He didn’t even know why he’d bothered to even sit down. “Hey, ladies,” he said, addressing Peg and Mary. “Better check out the new schedule we’ve been given. It’s on the kitchen counter. You, uh….might want to be prepared.”

Both women dropped what they were doing and made a beeline for the paper to read it as Mark stepped outside to speak to Willow. She was sitting back on her heels, admiring the wide patch of earth she’d exposed.

“What are you planning to plant, imaginary seeds?” he asked, smiling.

Willow turned to him and giggled, a beautiful sound. “I was hoping that they might give us seeds, if we ask nice.”

“Maybe they will, who knows?” Mark smiled and offered a hand to Willow, who took it. He pulled her up to her feet. “We had an early morning visitor.”

“I thought I heard someone knock,” Willow commented.

“Yeah, apparently we have designated fucking times.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not this time, Sugar. We’re up in about half an hour. I’m gonna rock your world, baby,” he joked.

Willow laughed at that. “You rock stars all think you’re so good in bed.”

“Aren’t we?” Mark asked, feigning dismay.

A slow wily smile touched Willow’s lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Mark laughed and took Willow’s hand. It was a musical sound, and Willow adored it. “C’mon, quit being cruel, and come inside. We’ve got a baby to make!”

Willow rolled her eyes at Mark. They were stuck doing the deed so they might as well make light of it. “Hope it doesn’t look like you, you scurvy boy.”

“That’s a chance you have no option but to take, my dear,” he winked, bright blue eyes twinkling.
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Domenica/Misty/Mark/Willow – New Stations in Life

The morning had been relatively quiet; Will made an amazing breakfast for the house and the hot shower had felt really good. She did what she could to give Misty her freedom so she could bathe and freshen up, it was something she hopped Misty would appreciate. Things of course changed with Rita came by for their meeting, Rita wanted to see how Domenica was getting along and to apologize for not coming by and spending time with her but she had hoped the Will and Dog (she refused to call him Edward, but didn’t seem to mind Domenica naming her pet) were keeping her entertained and she had promised that she had something special planned for just the two of them later in the day. During meeting, held over their morning tea, Domenica had gotten permission to start going around and seeing what people needed or wanted to make their lives hear more pleasant, she had also asked if Misty could assist her, take notes, carry things, that sort of thing and Rita didn’t seem to mind, Misty was her servant and could use her however she wanted, but the chains still had to remain no matter what Domenica seemed to say.

With their little meeting done and Will and Edward taking care of the house Domenica grabbed her purse, notepad and pen and left her house with Misty in tow they had a mission, one that Domenica left the house feeling hopeful about, “So this is your brilliant plan?” Misty said as they passed two guards. Domenica looked at her lowering her voice, “Well it’s better then being stuck in the house and if we can do anything to make life better for these people then I’ll do what I can to make that happen.” Misty nodded looking at her, she was making mental notes of the surroundings in the daylight, well if you could call it daylight, it was getting clearer each day, but it still wasn’t like normal, “So what your some kind or party planner or something?” Domenica laughed and looked at her she almost felt foolish about what she did in her former life, “Something like that.” She said as they walked down the road, “Now what was the house number do you remember?” Misty thought for a minute as they walked, “412 I think it’s either Mark and Willow or Bridgette, they were close to each other.”

Domenica nodded and they walked down another street, there was even more security here then by her house. This place had guard towers and an even greater number of guards to keep an eye on people. Each of the houses looked the same and they all were numbered. Only one guard stopped them and once Domenica told him her name the man quickly backed off and let them pass. They went in and out of homes relatively quickly asking if people needed anything, most people were quiet and wouldn’t look at her, still there were a few that asked for different odds and ends which Misty would make a note of and they would move on. Domenica found it frustrating because people wouldn’t even look her in the eyes, they almost seemed scared of her, which was something she wasn’t used to, “These people are useless.” Misty said leaving 411 and Domenica nodded, “well we’ve learned one very important thing, we’re on our own.” Domenica said as they walked to 412, “No we learned three important things.” Domenica stopped and looked at her, “what do you mean?” Misty frowned, “They’re useless, they’re scared of you and they don’t trust you.” Domenica froze how could that be, it wasn’t like she enjoyed this she wasn’t here because she wanted to be here, “I’m just as much a prisoner as they are.” Misty got close looking around not seeing any guards, “they don’t see it that way. Word must have traveled fast about you and it wouldn’t surprise me if that was thanks to Rita, look she’s playing you and she using you.”

Domenica looked at her, “I know.” Misty shook her head, “Do you? Of course her people know about you, but why not let the general population know. You’re a sellout to anyone who might fight her and to her people you’re a slave.” The chains rattled as Misty crossed her arms in front of her. Domenica looked at the sky, looking to the west, “Demonize and Isolate.” She said finally. “What?” Misty said looking at her missing the words that came from Domenica, she turned and looked at her, “Well then I’m going to have to make them see the truth or use this to help us.”

Misty sighed as Domenica started walking up the path and stopped at the door knocking she waited a moment then as they door opened. “Domenica.” Mark said hugging the woman and pulling her into the house allowing Misty to follow without the fuss she didn’t have time to notice that Mark was tucking in his shirt and buttoning up his pants, “I thought…we didn’t hear and.” Domenica smiled looking at him, he looked good, so that was something. “I’m fine Mark.” Mark called out, “Willow. Misty and Domenica are here.” And soon enough Willow was in the small sitting room her hair was a mess. Mark looked at Misty, “How’s your backend? Are you feeling better?” Mark asked and Misty just gave him a look more annoyed then anything. “What house are you in? Where did you go?” Willow asked wiping her hands on her dress pulling Domenica over to the couch.

“I’m not in a house, Rita. Well when I was taken away.” Domenica stopped and looked at them, how could she explain it, it all seemed so crazy, would they not trust her now, would they thank she was a sellout too? Mark held his hands to his lips, “Cameras” he said and Domenica nodded, she would have to be careful with what she could say, she did her best filling them in on what happened and where she was and what Rita had her doing, it wasn’t easy to recount the story but Domenica managed and Misty filled in parts from when they were at the house, “So…wow. I mean.” Willow racked her hands through her hair, “At least you’re not marked for a baby factory.” Mark said to Domenica who nodded, “and there’s nothing I can do to change it, I barely got her to agree to let me do what I’m doing, trying to make things better for everyone and if I screw up or fall out of favor I’m sure I’d be headed for the recreation center.”

Willow sighed and Mark looked at her, “Where are the other women?” Domenica said quickly looking around not even thinking about them until this moment, how much had she said, was there anything that could be used against her or told to a guard? Willow grimiest, “Testing.” Willow said looking at them “one of the guards came by, there was something wrong with their paperwork or so they said, but I think it was more then that, with the schedule and all that, who the hell knows.” Willow added with a frown. Mark looked at them, “I’d been with them longer so they want to make sure that, to double check if they’re any good.” Mark said with a disgusted look. Domenica nodded she wasn’t sure what would happen to the woman or men if they couldn’t have babies, what if they woman were fine, but something was wrong with Mark. “Have you been to the other section yet?” Willow asked looking at her and Domenica turned a little green at the thought, “No not yet, I know I need to go, but seeing Edward and how they treat him…” She stopped and Willow moved to her side, “You have to do it, if you can make it any better for those people you have to try.” Domenica nodded, “Two weeks Willow, it’s only been two weeks. I keep running that in my head and I just don’t understand, how did it all go so bad, so fast.”

Mark looked at her then the other two woman, “None of us do.”

Misty frowned, “Well at least you’re not in chains.”

Domenica looked at her, “At least I asked and Rita said no…what else can I do? Will watches me in the house, the guards watch us outside, this is the most privacy I’ve had sense Rita found us.” Domenica was defensive about the whole thing; it wasn’t like any of this was ‘Happy Fun Time’ for any of them. Willow looked at the small group, “For now these are our current stations in life, we’ll do our best with what we are given. How long can you stay in each out?” She asked looking at Domenica, she shrugged, “I’m not sure, unless you guys want or need anything we should maybe move on.” She looked at Misty then looked at the others, “I know God has a plan, I just wish I knew what it was.”
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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