Searching for food had gotten easier and easier, with fewer
zombie spotted each time. It was one of the only reasons that the council had
allowed her to accompany this particular search party.
Fucking council, what a joke Claire thought. What it really amounted to, was the last
bastions of old world macho bullshit.
The few survivors who had lasted through those first hard months had
banded together and started to rebuild.
Not rebuild so much as just survive.
And of course, in the face of uncertainty antiquated ways had returned.
Part of the reason for the power dynamic, was that out of
the hundred or so people in the enclave, only 15 were women. In a situation where humanity needed to be
rebuilt entirely by their group, you had to protect the breeders. Or so Jack the council leader kept saying.
Even though they had yet to run into any other groups,
Claire had a hard time believing that they were the only survivors. Partly because it was so depressing and
partly because the idea of spending out the rest of her days leaning to the
whims of the all-male council would be too much.
She also had a sinking suspicion as to what would be coming
in the next stretch.
Now that the running and constant fear had ebbed, she knew
it was just a matter of time before the other 14 women and herself, got to the
next part of their “duties”.
In the first days following the turn of events that had lead
the world to this low place, no one had even thought about babies. What would you do with them? They would only be a liability…too loud and
too needy.
But now…now. She
didn’t want to think about now. So she
had volunteered, met with a little resistance, but ultimately made it into the
party. What she hoped was to take her
mind off of what the future might hold and possibly…possibly see for herself
that no others remained.
Their destination was about 15 miles out from the
enclave. For the most part the areas
within that distance had already been cleaned out of anything worth
taking. With such a small group they had
been able to ration items pretty well and rarely felt the crunch of not having
food or other necessities.
Truth be told the mid-sized apartment complex they had taken
over had offered more than enough room and to this point privacy. Other than the boredom and the sense of
pending troubles, her life was pretty easy.
She almost felt a little guilty to be thinking of a way out. Shouldn’t she be glad she was alive, had food
to eat, shelter? It could have been so
much worse.
In those early days before she made her way to the enclave,
the things she had seen. She still woke
up nights, sheets clinging to her nude body, shivering, thinking about Bruce,
checking her body for bites. Yes, she
was lucky.
She snapped back to the here and now.
Even though the previous parties had reported little to no
zombie activity, she still knew enough to know that not being alert could get
you killed, or worse in this new world.
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