Sebastian, Kurt, and Thomas return home to discover that the world they once knew is entirely changed.
Their home is no longer their home.
And everything is about to change ...
Notes:
Don't worry! This isn't serious. Just read it xD Dedicated to my husband, and our own experience this summer defending our home.
Dear diary …
Sebastian heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes flicker up, staring across the hard, sterile scenery, and he wonders why? Why them? Why were they targeted? They were so careful. Kurt especially. Sebastian's beloved husband. Always so careful, so thorough. What had they done to bring this curse down upon them?
But more importantly, what happens now?
His eyes linger longer than they should, but not towards the future. The present. At the life he once knew before his arduous battle begins.
It's been three weeks since we left home in search of comfort, a more hospitable landscape, and water.
Mostly water.
Fsst!
This new reality we find ourselves in is open and vast, full of exciting opportunities. But it's also foreign and dangerous. One wrong step could mean the end of us. But we must hold tight to hope. Hope and family – that's all we have.
Fsst!
I fear for the safety of those I love – my husband, my child, his plucky and loyal dog. I don't know how long we can continue on this way, but we have to keep going. We have to search. We have to scavenge. This … this is how we will survive.
Fsst!
I suspect it was the heat. The blasted heat! We ran to escape it, but it drove them to us, and now, we are overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. They come and come and come, and show no signs of stopping. Who knows from where they come.
Who knows how many there are.
I am doing all that I can, but more keep coming, and I … I cannot stop them.
Fsst!
Was it a mistake coming back? We didn't need to return, not for a while. But this is our home. Our home! And it's my duty to defend it. Besides, school starts next week and, apparently, that's important or something.
Fsst!
The fog is thick.
Fsst!
Sebastian sniffles. He blinks watering eyes, trying to focus on the task in front of him, of destroying the army marching relentlessly onward despite his best efforts.
Fsst! Fsst!
It burns the eyes, the nose, the mouth, he mutters. Makes it difficult to breathe, to think. Everything around us is a haze of grey; the air a toxic, chemical soup. I feel myself affected, slipping into a delirium of which I may never recover. And though I will take hundreds of them with me, it won't make a dent. Not a God dammed dent!
They may still win.
Fsst!
If I don't make it … if I don't survive … I only hope that my husband and my son can forgive my weakness, and remember me the way I was - young … motivated … sexy … a warrior … but also a bastion of love and kindness …
"Yeah, right. And you call me a drama queen." Kurt coughs, waving a hand in front of his face. "Are you high? You have to be. You're three inches away from the floor spraying a layer of Raid so thick, the tile is changing colors. Can't you just spray the ants without making it an event?"
Sebastian sits up on his knees, a little giddy, a little woozy, and takes a deep breath of less contaminated air. The world spins left, then goes black for a moment, and after that, he starts giggling uncontrollably. He hears Kurt tut, and knows without looking that his husband is shaking his head, probably imagining the amount of damage Sebastian has done to his brain. Sebastian can admit that he's done a few drugs in his time and come out unscathed, but huffing Raid at his age can't be good. Maybe he should reconsider calling an exterminator instead of tackling this himself, but it kind of hit them by surprise. They'd come home from their epic California vacation only a few hours ago to discover they had squatters – a humongous colony of ants that'd found a way in and made themselves at home, lured inside by the intense summer heat on a search for water … and found it in Hepburn's untouched doggie dish.
Sebastian takes a few more cleansing breaths. When the world finally slows to a nauseating bob, he turns to his husband.
"You never let me have any fun," he pouts.
"Yeah, well, your fun is keeping me from eating my cheesecake so chippity-chop-chop!"