Trapped

That night, Sunday the 18th, the survivors held a meeting. It was agreed that the only course of action was to wait by the barn, set up some sort of signal and hope for rescue. Michael suggested putting up a flag, seeing as how the mutants in the area already knew their position, the obvious sign of habitation wouldn’t change anything anyway. The flag idea was approved by the other members of the party and he set to work. He took off his blue work shirt underneath his hoodie and took it up the ladder to the loft. He then lowered the stairs to the attic which would give him access to the roof. He disappeared and the girls were left to talk.

Joni and Jessica were kicking the shit out of themselves for being seen. Destiny told them it wasn’t their fault, and for a moment Sarah was secretly glad. She was eager for more contact with the mutants. The three girls sat in a circle around a fire made in a dirt pit. Sarah had taken all the hay out of the main room of the barn and thrown it into the pig style. Destiny’s method of building a fire worked well so long as wood could be gathered, but the main problem was food. Certainly the baskets of apples brought back by the twins wouldn’t last. They would eventually be **** to go out and find more.

Destiny was suddenly startled, she picked up a burning stick from the fire and through it at a hole in the wall. The stick struck harmlessly away from where it was intended and with a high pitched meow of surprise a cat leapt out of its hiding place and ran to the far side of the barn. Destiny gave a sigh of relief. She had seen the glare of the fire in the eyes of the cat and feared it was a mutant. But with her suspicions dispelled she became calm again. Startled, but no longer fearful, the others watched as the cat curled up in the corner and watched them from afar.

Joni felt something brush her back and twirled around to see it. In doing so she kicked up a cloud of dirt that smothered the fire. It was late evening and it was getting dark and inside the barn light was so obstructed by barricades and shutters that it was almost pitch black without the fire.

Amid the confusion Joni felt around and touched something furry. The furry thing purred and she realized that what had touched her back was a cat. In the darkness the three girls noticed that there were at least half a dozen sets of glowing radiant eyes peering at them. Suddenly a loud clattering came from above them. There was a loud sound and a lot of screaming. Sarah, Destiny, Joni and Jessica were hysterical, they were afraid the mutants had come. Amid the screaming, came a calling from above. A manly voice called to them to calm down, assuring them there was nothing to fear. Given it was a man’s voice it had to be Michael coming down from the roof.

After all was calm and the fire reignited, plans were made to exploit nightfall. Joni and Jessica would again return to the greenhouse and gather as much food in the time allowed. The survivors gathered their composure and set about making sure all things were in order. Michael walked out into the hallway that led to the Barn’s side door. He looked out of a small peep hole he had left for himself in the window. The window was broken and had little glass, so he simply left a small gap in the boards facing west to see the sun go down. As he peered outside to get a measure of sunlight he gasped and toppled over on his ass at what he saw. What he saw through the peep hole was not the sunset, but a dark menacing grey eye peering back at him.

The girls heard Mike scream and rushed to see what was wrong. He was on the ground in front of the door making hysterical hand motions. “They’re here, outside the door. They have found us.” he said quietly. Sarah could hear movement through the barn walls, she heard footsteps outside and the sound of slapping as the mutants ran around the barn looking for a way in before they were made to leave at sundown. Their breasts slapped together as they ran, and squirting sounds could also be heard as the motions caused them to expunge their milky cargo. Sarah was lost in a daze of thinking about the milk she had so fondly come to dream about. Destiny went to the door and looked through the peep hole. She saw no eye.

“I don’t see anything” said Destiny, “It all looks dark red.” She turned to Mike and gave a questioning look. When she turned back to the peephole a dark red nipple was pushed through it and poked Destiny right in the face. A gushing stream of milk exploded all over her cheek and ran down her chest into her shirt. She screamed. A small shaft of light appeared through the peephole as the milk firing perpetrator left to go elsewhere.

Destiny wiped of her face, luckily she hadn’t swallowed any or she would have become a mutant. But the breast milk had other qualities that made it an effective method of capturing and mutating humans. Only Sarah could have guessed at this, but the effect of the milk that touched her skin on Friday was stronger now and she kept her mouth shut.

The sun went down slowly it seemed, but eventually night fell and the slapping, squirting and stepping sounds outside subsided. Joni and Jessica were sent out to get the food, and Mike performed a check of the barn’s perimeter with a piece of wood as his protection. Destiny was guarding the door, ready to shut it at a moments notice at any sign of pursuit. Mike came back after a few rounds and told her he had seen Joni and Jess off to the greenhouse and that there was no sign of mutants anywhere. He went back inside and Destiny stayed at the door.