Take Them Home

Even before B.T.V. {Black Tuesday Virus} hit, you knew the world was going to come to an end. As one of the smartest people on the planet, you could literally see the world coming to some sort of disaster. If it wasn’t B.T.V. then it would have been some other cataclysm that irrevocably and forcibly changed everyone’s lives.

Society liked to call people who agreed with you, and your siblings, as doomsday preppers… or just preppers, just so they could put you in a category to help them understand.

Your brothers and sisters were supposed to head to your mansion when the event occurred. There was little sign of them before you were caught by some psycho while out foraging. The compound was designed to be self-sufficient with automated high tech defenses that would last for over a millenia or two. However, it failed to be automated to the point that only one man could utilize all its options.

There are plenty of food, supplies, and a couple Mobile Red Birds to provide water. The entire compound was custom design by a sister and built for militia defense. If the government had ever decided to raid your compound they would have probably have had a problem with a few of equipment you procured and stored.

Dragging Lea and Gwen towards that home, is you. The fact that you essentially **** two gorgeous young women fails to be lost on your mind, while you walk them home. The trip is more than long enough for you to regret your choices that lead to this point. Even now you can still feel the currently hibernating urge for more coital exercise in your mind.

That lead to a mixed hope and dread that some of your siblings survived the apocalypse and have made it to the compound. Your sister, Yennefer, is the one who designed the whole compound. She, and the rest of your siblings, could very well be dead by B.T.V. or the chaos that you are currently living.

As one of the best neurosurgeons on the known planet, you had more than enough money to bankroll most of the property and equipment. Only two of your siblings were unable to really contribute much to the plan, however they were, and still are, more than welcome. On a planet, with very few humans left, anyone of sane mind is welcome.

Of course, deciding who was still sane is the problem. The previous actions of yours, were out of character for you. Naturally you wanted to blame something else. That led you to thinking that maybe the virus affected you after all. Perhaps everyone alive had been still affected, just in a different manner than those who are dead. As a doctor you understood that biological entities reacted differently to any illness, disease, or even medication.

By the time you walked through the front gates of your compound, you could tell that Lea was playing possum. You have worked on countless truly **** people, and thus it seemed obvious to you when she was awake. However, she failed to know any of this.

Gwen had been silent the entire time. Her mechanical shuffle forward to follow you, has changed into a more upbeat cadence.