Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel)
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Authors: J.E. Keep,M. Keep
J.E. AND M. KEEP
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To our friends who didn’t judge, readers
of
The Keep
back when we were
first starting out, and
Darknest
Fantasy Erotica
who encouraged us to keep going.
Wandering the post-apocalyptic wastes of old humanity, the young
virgin Alex encounters peril, danger and men willing to help or
exploit her. How can she tell them apart?
A young woman sets off onto a journey to save her people. Full of
confidence and excitement, she quickly finds out the wasteland of the
world above her bunker is harsher than she expected. Her people are
relying on her, however, and she's their only remaining hope.
Vile Wasteland is the story of Alexandra, a brave young woman who
confronts the horrors of an uncivilized wasteland with only her own
wits, and the hope that she doesn't trust the wrong man to aid her in
her journey.
Warning, this 50k word novel contains blow jobs, reluctance,
cunninglingus, quick relationships and some themes of cheating, as
well as taboo sex not intended to arouse. It's not a traditional
romance!
Chapter 1
It was too late to turn back, not that she wanted to. The ‘wastes’
of the valley spread out before her as she crested the ridge. It was
a strange assortment of grey, green and reddish brown all nestled
into a large u-shaped valley with a blue snake of a river that wound
its way through. Alexandra couldn’t see it all from her
position, but what she could see was far more than her world had
encompassed for the past decade.
The heavy pack upon her back was a burden of more than just its
weight. The technical equipment inside it represented the best
bargaining tool her people in the bunker had for food and supplies.
A last desperate act to get what they needed to survive.
It wasn’t even a full twenty four hours since she set out,
according to the device imbedded into her forearm. It lit up her skin
to tell her the time of day, tracking her body signs and serving as a
control for disease, illness and pregnancy.
Even after the day of excitement and travel, she could see the
look upon Marim’s face in her mind before she set out.
Before Dawn Earlier That Day
As handsome as ever, even with his smooth, fair complexion creased
with worry, Marim turned from the door to the medical office after
shutting it. "I wish it didn’t have to be like this,"
he said, the concern for her plain on his face.
The two of them were the same height, which fit, for they’d
been friends for as long as either could remember, nearly
inseparable. But whereas she had little use for lessons and learning,
he’d committed himself rather fully to becoming a nurse and
hopefully someday a doctor.
He made up for any other shortcomings he had with enthusiasm and
dedication, as he did in all things. Just as his unimpressive stature
as a man was made up for by gorgeous good looks, and his thick, long
mane of hair. Though he tied the golden mess back in a ponytail, he
tended to leave some flowing about his shoulders. While those emerald
eyes of his, so wide and pretty, seemed to almost glitter with
suppressed tears at her having to leave.
"If only one of the last two search parties would’ve
reported back in by now," he stammered, rubbing an arm. The
nurses outfit he wore consisted of a high collared, short sleeved
white tunic, and plain black pants that fit him rather snugly down to
his boots. All in all he made what was otherwise a dull ensemble look
good.
"You hafta take that equipment to the old colony site,"
he explained again for the fifth time. "With any luck you can
trade for some supplies to bring back and seeds to start up the old
greenhouse, and... and maybe we’ll become self-sufficient
again." It was a long shot, they both knew it, but with most of
the occupants of the bunker sick or dead due to the contaminated food
they thought would see them through another couple years, and every
search party they sent out for supplies failing to return or bring
back anything, it fell to her. Even Marim couldn’t accompany
her, because he was the only standing medical officer, despite being
but nineteen.
Her own blonde hair was pulled back from her face, yet she’d
resisted the tears that glistened in his eyes, and stood straight,
her lips curved into a forced smile. "Look, you just need to get
over this. I’ll be back, I’ll be fine. You know this, I
know this, and when I return with my arms full of food and presents
and whatever else they’re going to throw my way, I’m
going to make you pay for making me worry about leaving YOU here all
by yourself."
Her jeans and t-shirt would have been so simple and plain on
someone else, but she filled them out just right, her curvy body
tightening and stretching the material so snugly across her chest and
ass. "Just make sure no one else dies ‘til I get back,"
she teased, though there was a pleading there. She didn’t blame
him for the deaths, of course, but with each one, things grew worse
for the ones still living.
Marim’s handsome face somehow managed a smile, as he always
did for her, but he was definitely worried for her, and she could see
beneath the veneer to that. "Be real careful," he warned,
"and before you try tradin’ the good stuff, hide it
somewhere. You don’t know if the colonists still up there are
like us still. They might’ve been on hard times, and turned to
desperate measures."
Stepping to her without delay, he put his arms about her, pulling
her into an embrace. "Just get back, no matter what happens.
We’ll figure somethin’ out," he said, though it was
weak. Without some deal or scavenged goods to bring back, nobody
would make it.
She kissed his cheek before brushing past him. She’d never
been big on sappy goodbyes, or long drawn out and emotional scenes,
so it was comforting in a way to feel her shoulders square under the
heavy load of goods as she set out.
A secret smile came to her lips as real excitement shone through.
Before Dusk Later That Day
Alexandra had made a good pace that day despite the burden on her
back. Her enthusiasm for the first bit of freedom from the
underground prison that was the bunker fuelled her motions. However,
as the sun crept towards the horizon and the shadows grew long over
the valley, she knew her time was nearly up. She’d have to hide
out somewhere that evening to rest.
On the bright side she saw two things: in the distance along the
opposing edge of the valley were the large, circular white structures
of what must be the old colony. It lay past the river and the grey
and black ruins of the old pre-cataclysm city that her mother might
have known the name of, but it was within sight, and that counted for
a lot. It was a couple days journey away, by her rough reckoning.
Secondly, she could make out some building at the edge of the next
ridge before coming into the valley proper itself. A long structure,
it was at the end of a broken grey road, and she could make out no
signs of life around it, and wouldn’t even take her half an
hour. She’d have noticed it sooner, but from her point higher
up it was masked before now.
Alexandra had energy to spare, especially on such a big day, and
as she set her sights on her evening destination, her red lips parted
into a wide grin. She didn’t let the fear of the unfamiliar
edge into her consciousness, or the fact that so many disappeared
into the unknowns. Instead she simply set out to rest for the night,
her legs working to carry her over the last stretch.
She was so full of excitement for the journey ahead, and the
entire world she’d never been able to explore that she never
noticed the sounds ahead.
Approaching the long, rectangular building’s side door, she
was taken by surprise when it abruptly burst open. The metal frame
struck her and sent her toppling away onto her side. She had little
time to make sense of what happened next, stunned as she was, but
three bodies came rushing out.
It was as those six hands grabbed at her that it started to come
into view amidst the rough jostling. They were men, but they weren’t
like any men she’d known in all her days in the safety of the
bunker.
Their faces were deathly pale, their features contorted into looks
of pure rage. They wore little but shredded and damaged vestments of
the past that covered their chests and loins, terrifying body paint
about the rest. They screamed at her in violent rage as her senses
snapped back.
Her brown eyes went saucer wide as she tried to struggle away from
them, shocked from the pleasant reverie she had been experiencing not
seconds before. The suddenness of it all left her little time to
think or understand, but she stated, quite loudly and firmly, "I’m
sorry! I didn’t know this place was taken!"
She heard no words from them, though they were far from silent.
Their screams were manic, laced with pure hatred and venom. They did
not seem like any normal people, and as she struggled to communicate
with them they took her backpack from her and pinned her to the
ground. In the shadow of the building, and the frenzy of the moment,
it became hard to see what two of them were doing, the one atop her
having her attention.
She had strapped a knife to her hip, but that was of little use to
her in such a pinned state. She had seen nothing prior to coming down
here, and she cursed herself, quite loudly, at having been less
prepared. Still, as she stared at the man atop her, she was far from
submissive. Her knees and elbows sought out the tender flesh of his
body, probing for a weak point she could reach.
Time spent sparring in the bunker with Marim and her friends had
left Alexandra strong and fit. With a swift kick of her knee she
struck the savage man between his legs with such force she heard the
very unpleasant sound of flesh crushing and caving in. With a hit of
her hand to his head, he went sprawling off of her into the dirt
suddenly silent.
There was no time for celebration though, for one of the others
let loose a shrill cry and came at her, unbothered by his companion’s
fate as he bared his teeth and hard, jagged nails.
Her hand immediately went for the long, sharp hunting knife in the
sheath on her hip. Her eyes were narrow as she stepped backwards.
"Give me my shit back!" she demanded. She almost looked as
crazy as he did, the way her body was half covered in dirt and her
ponytail was matted with soil.
Screaming as he charged at her, the crazed savage made no
intelligible response. For all his crazed vigour, however, she was a
step ahead. Smoothly her athletic frame carried her out of his way,
and he went crashing into the dirt next to his friend. Unlike him,
however, he was back up again in no time and let loose with another
blood curdling cry, only seeming more incensed by her frustrating
him.
She was of average height, but she was spry and adrenaline pumped
through her. Though she had walked all day with the pack on her back
and was previously weary, the lack of the weight and the excitement
of danger charged through her. As she tried to keep her distance, she
kept slashing at the air with practiced swipes designed to keep an
enemy away.
The grace and confidence with which she moved in the face of such
freakish horror would’ve been enough to cow most attackers. The
slashing hunting knife kept him at bay, though didn’t hit.
Uncut thus far, the savage man took advantage of her missed slash
and charged in again. This time he had her, and the impact of his
blow knocked her back into the ground. The pale lunatic let loose
some cry of mixed rage and victory.
It was in that moment, however, that–almost simultaneously–a
shot rang out, echoing across the hills, and the man’s head
exploded on one side into a mist of red. It was the goriest sight of
her life, but it was accompanied by the visage of that madman
toppling over to his left away from her, lifeless.