Okay I know this is short I'm just playing with an idea and wanted to know what anyone thought about if it was worth continuing with, so feedback would be very much appreciated. This is just the prologue so its very short, and updates will be sparse and irregular, since I am back to work on Monday after four weeks off recovering from an operation on my knee

Finding Eden.

Prologue

It was hailed as an unprecedented break through, when it was first developed, no one has expected it, but everyone wanted it, the cure for the common cold.

Easy, if you had no idea just what was involved, something that should have been developed years ago, every one said. There was one question that needed to be answered, just how do you combat a virus that is constantly changing? What do you need to do to produce a vaccine for it? The answer, they came up with, seemed so simple, that you had to wonder why, no one ever thought of it before? Of course it wasn't that simple and it took a lot of work and time to engineer even a prototype, but when they did they knew they had the answer. The vaccine needed to be able to adapt too, to change as the virus changed, and to update itself. They dubbed it a smart vaccine, worked on it refined it, perfected it, before they finally submitted it to the FDA for testing

When the news first became public, it was hailed as a medical miracle, the inventors nothing short of genii. The team were toasted around the world, hailed as medical heroes. The first tests were unprecedented successes, the trials were hailed as nothing short of miraculous, and suddenly everyone wanted a piece of it. From the drug companies that wanted to market it, to the scientists who wanted to write papers on it. Even down to the average person on the street, who just wanted that little injection, which would keep them cold free for life, everyone was on board, everyone wanted their little piece of history.

The labs were hard put to keep up with the demand, when it hit the market place; the little phials flew off the shelves. Doctors around the world were struggling to provide the cover to administer it. Mobile clinics were set up, travelling the world, dispensing the vaccine, where ever there were people who wanted to take it, in some countries it was free, in others you paid a fair price for it, to help cover the costs for those who couldn't pay, the world governments wanted everyone to have it.

It seemed, only one person was not on board, a man who raised his concerns, and recommended further testing. He was ignored, laughed at, even vilified, by a public, and world health organisation, who wanted to embrace the miracle, and be forever cold free. To enjoy the other benefits this kind of vaccine could bring; cures for the up to now, incurable epidemics that plagued mankind. His concerns laughed at, and passed off, as nothing more than doom saying, by a man who was not ready to embrace the future. Leaving one last, almost prophetic warning, he vanished from the public awareness, and disapeared underground.

It seemed in next to no time though, that the vaccine had circled the world, you would be hard put, to find someone who had not taken it, and suddenly colds were almost a thing of the past. The inventors of the vaccine dinned out on their invention and the world asked what was next? What disease would be next to be conquered? They looked forward to a medical golden age, where so many of the illnesses that plagued mankind, would be a distant memory. The sky it seemed, was the limit so the human race waited to see what would be next? Which disease would be the next to be eradicated?

No one suspected what was going to happen though, how could they, the experts all said it was safe, every test had been passed easily, so why would anyone worry, everything was going to be fine, they had nothing to worry about. The future was bright and everyone was looking to that future, only one man had dreamed that something might go wrong, and they had laughed him into hiding. No one even questioned, that a vaccine designed to mutate, might one day mutate into something else something not so beneficial.

When the new disease hit, no one was prepared for it, it struck worldwide, appearing virtually everywhere at once. The world health agencies were unable to do anything; no one knew how or why it had suddenly come into existence. Until they realised that, that one maverick, vilified scientist, had given them the answer, that he had been right all along, there should have been more testing. They had never even suspected the unprecedented miracle could turn into a curse, only he had seen it coming, but when they were ready to admit he had been right, and beg for his help, he could not be found.

The new illness was attacking, and there was noting that anyone seemed to be able to do to stop it, though they tried, how they tried. The team that came up with the cold vaccine did everything they could think of, but nothing worked. The vaccine had changed too much, and too fast, for them to be able to stop it. Everyone had it, even if they had not been vaccinated against the cold; it had changed enough now, to be air born. You either survived it, or you died. It did not discriminate, old, young, rich, poor, prisoners on death row, doctors and nurses, battling to bring comfort to the dying, they all died, the only way to take care of the dead was mass graves.

Too many people died, countries populations dropped seemingly overnight, economies failed; the world was plunged into chaos, yet still worse was to come.

Women it soon became clear were affected worse than men, the newly christened 'Hell virus' left those women that survived, with hideous sores, in some cases making them hideously deformed, and all but one percent of the female population became sterile. Overnight, women went from citizens, to commodities, to be raped for men's sexual gratification, before being traded for whatever the men might need. It would seem that the human race was in its death throes, and had devolved into its baser instincts, in those last moments of the race; everyone was out for number one. It became a dog eat dog world, or that a human kill human world. There was no hope, for some no reason to go on. However there was hope one small spark of light in the darkness. No one saw it but a glass dome rose out of the earth in a national park. The glass that is was made of, stronger than steel letting light in but allowing no one to see inside. There in his last refuge one maverick struggled to find a for humanity to survive.

Chapter one

Interloper

Throwing a few branches onto the crackling fire in front of him, Dean patted his full belly, and smiled at his two companions. In the everyman for himself world they existed in, he and his two friends were an anomaly, three men who had each other's backs. In this world where families turned on each other at the drop of a hat, they were a family, not of blood but of friendship, that looked out for each other. Each one of them brought something to the mix, Seth was the brains and imagination, Roman was the raw power, while Dean was outspoken and often the voice of the group and in some ways their leader. Of course there were other groups out there too, but the three of them were friends, not just a group looking to make the best of things, in the their post apocalyptic world, and ready to turn on each other, should a better offer come along.

"It's nice to have a full belly again, we were running too low on supplies, maybe we need to think of getting some sort of base, to forage from." His voice was rough and slightly gravely. "Now though I could do with some sex."

Roman and Seth looked at each other before the former spoke. "You have a full belly, because we traded the woman we had to the Authority, for the food, maybe we do need to scavenge further afield when that is almost gone though, I don't like being on the edge of their territory I don't trust them, and they don't always trade fair, there have to be places that has food that no one has thought about yet ."

"She was a bitch." Dean noted, talking about the woman they had, had for a few days, choosing to ignore the comment about the Authority, or going foraging. "I thought she was going to take Seth's head off, with that bat."

Seth looked sheepish; he had only dropped his guard for a moment but that was all it took, and he had been fortunate Roman and Dean were there or she could have badly hurt or killed him. If you were lucky enough to get your hands on a woman these days, you better watch your back, if you could stomach the sores on their bodies that was; and she had a viable hole you could use. Women these days were harder than the men; they had to be, the way they were traded around. Rape was common, he hadn't had a willing woman in years, and they would attack you at the drop of a hat, if you cornered them. They would kill without thinking about it, if they could, anything to escape and live another day, The whole human race was trying to claw its way along, just to survive, you did what you had to, to get by.

"Don't you wish they were more like they were in the old day, you know before the Hell virus?" He asked quietly. "I remember dating as a teenager, and how sweet they were back then."

Dean smirked before replying. "I went for the girls who gave sex; I was fucking as soon as it was legal, maybe before." He laughed at his memories.

Roman and Seth looked at each other, knowing how Dean liked to brag about being a nineteen year old, banging any eighteen year old skanks, he could lay his hands on who was willing, rape back then was something you could go to prison for, if they caught you, not like it was now, the way most sex happened.

"Yeah, but even the skanks were giving it up willingly." Roman said softly. "Even the ones who don't try to fight you off these days, are planning on a way to kill you, or escape, I liked cuddling after, and the way you could run your hands over their unblemished skin, the kissing and cuddling that's one of the things I miss, the most."

The three men fell silent, each one lost in their own thought, the fire crackled as the flames hungrily licked at the wood. Next to them stood a four man tent, that inside was divided into three rooms; set up to offer shelter from the night, the three friends normally shared one section unless they had got lucky with a woman. Then the woman was put in one section with whoever was fucking her at the time. They had shared it since they found it in an old sporting goods store. It was best not to spend nights in the cities, towards the end of the old world; someone had released the animals from the wild life parks. It was strange, that in this post apocalyptic world, as the human race declined, the wild animals flourished, and had mostly taken over the cities. Though it was safe enough to scavenge during the day, at night you were better off out in the countryside, away from nocturnal predators, and close to a good fire. Though the countryside was already encroaching on what had been a thriving human habitation, somehow it felt safer out of what had been human habitation and out in the wilds.

For a moment, they all through the sharp snap of a breaking twig, was that wood in the fire, but it was too sharp and too far away. Dean reached for the knife that was strapped to his leg, his movement casual.

"So where was your first date Ro?" He enquired, while motioning with his head, for Roman to circle around the tent, and then Seth to go the other way. "Me I took mine for a coffee, and then we got it on in the back of her Mother's car, boy that was a night to remember."

"I liked looking at the cheerleaders in those cute little skirts." Seth said raising his voice hopeful that it would sound as if he was still with Dean.

Dean laughed softly. "Never bothered with them, stuck up little bitches most of them, and they weren't going to give it up to someone like me." He smirked at a sudden thought. "I'd like to see them trying to tell me no these days." The knife was in his hand, and he could easily hit a moving target from here, Seth and Roman had moved behind the tent while he was talking, a sudden muffled scream, alerting him to the fact they had caught someone. Probably a loner chancing their luck, in trying to steal from the three of them, hoping to get in and out under the cover of night that would soon be upon them, luckily the snapping twig had given them away early.

"Gotcha." Roman rumbled grabbing the slight figure that was trying to hide in the undergrowth.

"Good work Ro" Seth grabbed the other arm of the figure, and helped Roman drag the interloper into the light of the fire, and to Dean, who was waiting there with the knife.

The lone interloper struggled and squirmed as they dragged him along trying to get away, till Seth had enough, and applied an arm lock, making the stranger cry out in pain and become a little more docile.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dean asked, as the sun began to sink below the horizon.

"Let me go I didn't do anything to you." The voice was high, probably a younger lad, Dean suspected. He was going to be doing them a favour, by teaching them a lesson.

"Maybe I should teach you, what happens to people who steal from us." Dean smirked, flicking the knife out, he didn't really intend to hurt the kid, but he was going to teach him to think twice, before trying to steal from anyone, which is what he was sure the youngster had been planning, there were those who would stick you just for looking at them wrong.

He didn't intend to do it, but the kid flinched away from the knife and back against Seth who tightened the arm lock and pushed him forwards. The head covering the figure wore, caught on the knife, and as Dean flicked it away, it took the covering with it, revealing long brown hair and green eyes, in a face that had better be female, the way his dick jumped, he wasn't so into fucking guys, as a lot of men out there were now.

"Fuck." He hissed, stepping forward and grabbing their intruders face, holding the chin roughly in his fingers, finding no hint of facial hair. A feral grin came over his face, and she flinched back away from him, as he began to laugh.

"Dean?" Roman questioned, wondering what was going on, neither he or Seth could see their captives face.

"I said I wanted sex, and now look, what just wanders into our hands." Dean realised his brothers had no idea they had just got their hands on a woman. He slid his hands over her body, and narrowly avoided a kick, before crashing his lips on hers, relying on his brothers to hold her firmly, as he gripped her head in his hands to hold it still. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." He told her when he broke the kiss, before looking at Seth. "Get her in the tent, touch her as much as you like, but I get to fuck her first." He watched as Seth force her into the tent arm lock firmly in place. "Ro can you build up the fire, then come and join us, that mouth is sweet, my knife at her throat, and we're all going to be fucking it." Smiling he headed off to the tent as well waiting outside to give Seth a few seconds with to feel her up he watched Roman bank the fire for the night before grabbing some hurricane lamps and heading in.

Once he got the woman in the third tent compartment Seth pushed her down on the sleeping bag that lay there. Quickly straddling her waist, he gripped her wrists in one hand, pushing them back over her head, and pulling at her clothes. She was struggling now, and he half thought of back handing her, but he didn't want to mess up that pretty little mouth. The woman they had traded to the Authority, had sores on her face, big ugly ones around her mouth and on her nose. This one had a nice face, and he could feel himself getting hard, imagining her mouth around him. Getting his hand into her top, he squeezed her breast hard being deliberately rough, hearing her cry out softly in pain.

"Please." She begged him. "Stop you're hurting me."

Seth laughed squeezing again. "This sweetheart, this is nothing, Dean's going to fuck you everywhere he can and so are Roman and I, I'm going to love feeling your pretty mouth around my dick." He leaned in close to her. "And if you aren't a good girl, and suck us all off real good Dean'll fucking cut you."

"Out Seth, you get her later, right now she's all mine." Dean walked in carrying a couple of the battery operated hurricane lamps for light, which they had picked up in the same sporting good shop they had acquired the tent and other accessories they had from, that he had stopped to grab outside.

Laughing Seth got off the woman, who looked to see if there was an escape route. Seth grabbed her as she tried to bolt, laughing as Dean put down the lights, and then as he straightened up, pushed her over to him. "Got a pretty little face this one, don't fuck it up too bad will you Dean, I want to enjoy looking at her when she sucks me off." Still laughing Seth left that compartment of the four man tent, and went to keep Roman company. They had a routine now, when they caught or sometimes bartered for a woman. Roman had, had the one they traded off to the Authority first. Seth got the one before that; this time it was Dean's turn to be first with the woman.

"So?" Roman asked, as Seth walked in throwing himself down on one of the sleeping bags.

Seth smirked, able to see his brother easily by the lights that he had turned on in here. "She's pretty and her breast are full, no sign of sores on her mouth or face, probably got em' all round her pussy and ass, but the mouth'll do me." He lay back on the bag, crossing his ankles, and putting his hands behind his head.

The two of them lay there talking easily, both of them had full belly's they heard a couple cries of pain, from the woman. "Think Dean cut her?" Roman asked, their brother was good at ensuring co-operation.

Seth laughed softly, hoping no one else was around, other men would not bother them for most of what they had, but women were quality goods, and they might risk more, if they got wind of her. "Probably, you know he's a crazy fucker, sometimes he likes to see blood."

Roman nodded absently, he didn't know what Dean had done in the old world, but the guy has some crazy ass scars. It was kind of an unspoken rule, you didn't ask about before, if you wanted to tell someone, or they wanted to tell you, that was okay, but you didn't ask. Guys who used to be lawyers and doctors or business magnates, they didn't want you to know how far they had fallen, when they were grubbing around in the dirt just like you. Then there were the guys that had done things that were less than legal, they didn't advertise the fact, of who they had been either. Dean didn't talk about his scars. He told them his Mother had been a drugged up whore, and he had practically raised himself, but he had never spoken about his scars, or how he got them.

He and Seth had a pretty average story really; both had loving families and had been making their way in the world till it all went to hell. Roman had, had a large family who were always there for him. Most of them had succumbed to the virus. The madness of the world, had pulled them apart, and he had lost touch with them when civilisation fell, he hoped his Mom and his female cousins were dead, he would hate to think what they were going to do to the woman they had caught, was happening to them.

Suddenly the quiet on the other side of the tent was broken by Dean's yell of. "Fuck." Then he called. "Get your asses in here, and take a look at this, and bring more light."

Looking at each other, they did as their brother told them, and entering the other side of the tent, looked at Dean to see what was wrong, the girl lay naked on the sleeping bag, curled up trying to hide from sight, while Dean had his pants open and his dick out.

"Did you fuck her already?" Seth asked, his dick swelling knowing he got her next.

"Not yet, get her up on her feet Roman, and bring the lights over here, you guys are not going to fucking believe what we've got." Dean was smirking.

Watching as Roman forced her to her feet, groping her as he did so, making her struggle, as he hauled her up. Finally when he got her to her feet he locked her arms above her head with his arms. Dean ran the light over her and Seth drew in his breath in a hiss.

"See what I mean?" Dean asked, kicking her legs apart, and shining the light between her them. "I don't know where she came from, but she is fucking prefect, get her down on her back Roman, we are about to have a lot of fun guys."

The woman struggled, as Roman tried to force her back down, and Seth jumped to help him so that they forced her down on her back. He could see the trickle of blood on her neck where Dean had probably cut her. Once she was on her back the two of them held her down, as Dean stripped off his own clothes and advanced on her.

"No please don't." She begged as Dean moved towards her, smirking at his brothers, as he got on his knees between her legs, and covered her body with his.

Roman cut off her screams of pain with his hand, while Dean cocked his head and then looked up at the pair of them. "You're not going to believe this, it just gets better, we got ourselves a fucking virgin." Roman kept his hand firmly in place, as Dean proceeded to roughly deflower her. He and Seth were grinning at each other, as they anticipated their turn with her, while they held her in place for their brother.

Well there you have it chapter one to kind of quote Roman they're not bad guys they're not good guys they're just guys struggling to survive along with everyone else and they've adapted to the world they live in.

So what do you think hate it like it, maybe even love it, at the end of the day I won't know it you don't tell me. Please leave me a review and tell me if I'm wasting my time or not.

So that is my idea a world plunged into chaos the human race on the brink, with maybe a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. What do you think please let me know by reviewing or leaving me a PM.