I met Julia in grade school after we moved further towards civilization, farther from those 'weirdo swamp folks'. People like granny, mom didn't like them, wanted her children to be healthy, normal. Julia was real into the four H shit, camping, animals, all that stuff, thought all the weird shit that the swamp kid had seen, done, and ate living out in the boonies was real fucking cool.
I've always thought myself to passive a person, and maybe that was the reason she was practically the only other human I talked to at that new school.
Walking through the dark corridors was as frightening for me as it would have been for you. I wondered if I was the last man on earth as I dug through the terminals and unfroze my neighbors. The roaches were a relief in an odd way, knowing I wasn't in a completely vacuum-sealed environment, knowing there was something alive out there. However, on the other hand, holy fucking shit roaches the size of cats!
That proved a good example, as I would rate the danger they posed similar in quantity and temperament to that of an alley cat. That is, they snapped at me when I got close, and they fucked off when I launched them with a good kick.
One even held still after bouncing off the walls, seemingly dying.
Did the humane thing and stomped his head in.
We got married after graduation, I'd always planned to go into the army, it felt like the thing to do with my gifts, back when I was a naïve young lad. She supported me in that. She knew about my, supposed, superpower, and I think maybe even believed in it. Ended up in a power suit, didn't mind the bruises and stiff muscles near as much, and I was the perfect height so it all worked out. Felt like I was on the right path. Until I actually saw combat.
Found a little food, more importantly, the pip-boy and the pistol. Taking the holster off a skeleton wasn't fun, but at that point, I was accustomed to death. More often fresh bodies, but still. Fired a test round into the next roach I saw, sending his little roach family scattering into the walls.
Julia was my anchor, maybe the only thing that kept me sane after I came back. She knew I could still be a kind, good person, and she was a smart woman, so I tried. I was able to hold a job, hold my daughter without frightening anyone. It was just invasive thoughts, anger at the state of the world and how powerless I was to change any of it.
Sometimes it made me want to do bad things for good reasons.
The screaming of the alarm as I opened the vault door strained my ears but also gave me hope. Surely the sound was going to summon someone to me. It would make me easy for police, or hell just the farmer using this land, to find.
We made love the morning it happened. It was hard with a baby in the house to find time. These little moments had to be squeezed. I mean seized. I pulled her slightly plump body against mine, relishing in the baby fat that hadn't gone away just yet. In love with her softness, it made me want to put another kid in her right away. I loved my siblings, I'd hate for my little girl to be an only child.
Of course, there was no way she'd let me do it yet, but I could pretend.
We gently rocked our bodies together, still not fully awake, my face buried in her hair, breathing hard on her neck as she hummed contentedly. My eyes were closed, so focused on her softness, on the pleasure of our joining. We made passionate love, appreciating every inch of each other's bodies. Her nails combing over my toned back, my own freehand squeezing and stroking her enormous breast.
God, it was worth keeping her pregnant just for that alone. They were already big, but now they were just…divine. Like a living goddess, the avatar of pleasure, fertility and womanhood! I could bury myself in that perfect bosom. I was thinking about them when I came.
Maybe I should be ashamed of that. Probably the last time I ever touched my wife, because let's be real she was probably gone for good, and I came thinking about her tits. Not those divine lavender eyes looking up at me in kind adoration, that shining amber hair she kept so beautifully long, not even about her body as a whole or how her soft womanhood was making me feel. I came thinking about her fucking tits.
I blinked my eyes as the sun-blasted down on my eyes, distracting me. I should have been hauling ass over to the side, getting off before this piece of junk elevator stopped miraculously working. I'd even braced myself to do so. The light was that stunning.
My eyes went white as they were taken away, the scientist oh so delicately dragging my wife off by the arm, simply saying it would be okay and ignoring her gentle protests. And that big bald fuck with the gun, eyes locked on my little lump of a daughter in her arms.
I stood on the hill for some time, looking over the landscape.
Where did I go now?
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