Page 11 of His to Take

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Ann wokeup the next morning with a smile on her face and the sensation of a warm glow in her chest. So, Rex might be a bit of an asshole, that would change over time, she was sure, as he adjusted to life outside of the bunker. He’d been cooped up in there, unable to fulfill his potential, and now, he could do that. He would change, she just knew he would.

Dressing didn’t take long, and breakfast took even less time. They’d all gathered at the table and were about to go out when John spoke up.

“Do you think we should leave some of us behind, along with some of our packs? Just in case?” He looked worried but rested for the first time in a long time, Ann noted.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to separate,” Stephan jumped right in to say. “I think there’s safety in numbers and leaving the others behind could end in tragedy. What if something happens and those left behind just sit there, wondering, not knowing where we are for sure?”

“You make sense,” Mary agreed and turned to face Ann. “I’d worry myself to death if you left and didn’t come back.”

“I’d be the same way,” she admitted and looked at her dad. “I say we all go and take our chances.”

“That’s settled then. Good.” He gathered up the now cool camp stove and carried it into the living room where their bags were packed.

Going outside again once they’d all loaded up amazed them. The grass had grown overnight, and the foliage overhead seemed thicker. And, for a moment, they all stood still.

“Is that a bird?” Stephan whispered, his eyes round with wonder.

“I think it is,” Amanda replied, her eyes darting around. “It is. There!”

They all looked up as a blackbird took flight from the tree above them and flew away.

“That’s just not possible,” Mary whispered, fear on her face.

Her fear spread, like a sickness, and they all started to really wonder what had happened here on their once frozen planet. Could it be others from a place that had remained free of ice? But they couldn’t make birds grow to full size in a couple of days! That was impossible.

“Maybe the birds have flown here since the thaw?” Ann said, and everybody looked at her with relief.

“That must be it. I knew you were a smart girl, Ann.” John patted her face and walked away, leading the expedition into the unknown.

They walked for two hours, long enough for the sun to come up and the world to turn hot all over again. They’d all washed up as best they could with bottled water the night before, but didn’t want to waste anymore today, so they just dealt with the sweat and the way they smelled.

Deodorant was a thing of the past. The bars had dried up long ago, and the spray deodorant did little more than fill the air with dust. Mary had suggested baking soda might help or talcum powder, but they hadn’t found either one yet. Mainly because they hadn’t come upon any stores yet.

They were about to stop for the day at a small house they came across, but Ann noticed taller buildings just in the distance. “That looks like the town.”

She remembered it only as a passing scene in their race to escape the apocalypse. Still, she knew it must be the town, it was about the right distance away, even if walking did make it seem like the place was further away than it really was.

“That’s it, if we push, we’ll be there in a half-hour. Come on.” John, always the natural leader, even if he didn’t want to be, pressed his group for a little more effort.

Rex groaned and started to complain, but a look from his mother shut him up. Ann was too hot and tired to care what he thought, so she just kept walking. She slowed down, however, and waited for him to reach her side. “Hey, do you need some water?”

“No, I’m good.” He looked straight ahead, as if he hadn’t been pleading to get into her pants the night before.

“Alright. What about a snack bar? I have one cherry one left if you want it.”

“I said I’m good, Ann. Fuck, leave me alone!” He sped up his pace and went to walk beside her father.

She stared after him, shocked that he’d been so foul to her again. She kept walking but her pace slowed. Some of the joy had been taken out of the day, and she just wanted to curl up somewhere and cry. But she reminded herself, she wasn’t that girl. If Rex wanted to be grumpy, then he could do it all on his own. See if she’d let him kiss her again!

She had a dream man that was much better than him, anyway. Even if it was kind of sad that she’d developed a weird habit of dreaming the same man into life. The dreams seemed so real, though, and she woke up this morning with her body almost vibrating with satisfaction. She’d pushed the dream away, told herself it was because of Rex’s kiss the night before, but moments from the dream kept popping into her head.

The man was huge, thick in so many places. She couldn’t fit her arms around his biceps, and she had to look way up to even see his face. She wasn’t short but he really made her feel tiny. And his… that part.

She felt her cheeks flame, a virginal response that she hated, but she couldn’t help it. His dick was huge! And she loved every inch of it, she thought to herself, even if it was only a dream. If she thought for a second that the man was real, she’d probably die of shame about the dreams she’d had with him as the main attraction, but he wasn’t, so she wasn’t ashamed, just, torn.

She’d always wanted Rex, and only Rex. Her entire life for the last six years had been about Rex. She’d fallen in love with him when she was 14, long before the event, and still loved him. Right?