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EMR BY ShannonQ It takes a catastrophe such has never been know in the history of the world to bring a a trans-sexual girl to be accepted by others. So devastating the destruction, only a few chosen few survive. What will the new world bring forth? And what will it bring to this girl? Prologue My name is Carla Weathers. It used to be Carl Weathers but I am a trans- sexual. I was born a girl in a boy's body. I never fit in with the boys or girls in our small school in Polk, Washington. At thirteen my mother took me to Seattle so I could have a sex change. By the time I entered high school in 2090, I was wearing a dress instead of male attire. I knew what to expect. I was a pariah just like before. Thus I'd drive to Ellensburg five days a week to learn the martial arts. I competed in competitions and tournaments which earned me a black belt by my senior year. I thought it was something to blow off excess energy, plus it was something to do. Little did I know that it would help me in the years ahead. On one occasion I attended a basketball game. Our team was undefeated and ranked #1 in the State. Whitman County for over 100 years was the State 'B' basketball power. Most state champions came from our County. I was standing in the hallway just outside the gym having a coke when the boys team came out at halftime of the girls game to get ready for their contest. Rod Michaels, the star of the team, gave me a shove spilling my drink all over my new blouse. Angry, I thrust my hand folded at the first knuckles into his throat. Rod dropped immediately to the floor vomiting up his dinner. The principle hustled me away and gave me a ten day suspension right on the spot. When I pointed to my blouse, he ignored me. I called him an "asshole" to his face. After that incident I lost what few friends I had. We also lost that night because Rod couldn't play. But the physical harrassment stopped. Our team had a 28-1 record. The only blemish caused by me. Damn that felt good. The rest of the year went by without incident except for the name calling which I tried not to let it bother me. Being an social leper caused me tears that I never showed anyone, not even my mother. My father had died when I was a little boy. They had no other children. So when I got home from school, I made my way to my bedroom and cried. When it was over, I was okay again. I graduated from Polk High School in the top ten percent of my class. Then that fall I went to Washington State University to major in criminal justice. There I fit in somewhat. My roommate was a lesbian and introduced me to girl-girl sex. It was wonderful. I thought nothing could be better. Brenda and me had a four year affair. In our day same sex affairs were as normal as heterosexual lovemaking. Brenda was a short girl, a little on the chubby side but she really knew how to lick a pussy among other things. She was my tutor in bed, teaching me the diverse ways of lesbianism. We split upon graduation. Brenda returned home to California and I stayed back. I applied for and was accepted into the Washington State Police. After intense training I was sent to Whitman County which was still sparsely populated. They gave me that post so I could be near my dying mother. She had contracted pancreatic cancer and her days were limited. I was able to be home at night to take care of her. When she neared her end, I was given an emergency leave of absence. She died in 2099 at the age of eighty. I was all alone in this world not knowing what was about to occur just two years later. So I wrote down everything after this catastrophe took place. There were days and weeks that went by so I am trying to recall everything that happened from that date forward. One It happened on July 1st, 2101. I just got off duty at about 1am and drove straight home from there. Outside of getting rid of my mother's clothes and a few items I wasn't interested in, I left the house pretty much the same it was when Mom died. I had a beer and a sandwich, and watched the Vid. It showed a chick flick that got me interested. I really got horny watching this one blonde being banged by her boyfriend. I looked a lot like her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim with small perky breasts, nice legs. The only thing she had that I didn't were long red fingernails. I thought if I dolled up and wore my nice clothes, I could give her a run for her money. However my mannerisms were kinda on the manly side but inside I was all woman. After the movie, I yawned and went to bed. I didn't undress that night. I just kicked off my boots downstairs. I slept in my uniform. I did that from time-to-time being kinda lazy. I had my time off the next few days so I'd change and shower in the morning. I tossed a blanket over me because if you lived in Whitman County in the State of Washington it got cool at night no matter how hot it was during the day. Perfect weather for sleeping and listening to all those coyotes in the hills yipping at the moon. When I awoke, I was in pain. My grandmother's antique wardrobe closet was laying across my body. On top of that, the roof had collapsed upon it. I wondered what happened? I lay there getting my bearings. "Okay, I'm home," I told myself aloud, recognizing my blanket. 'What the fuck?' I thought with the rain dropping in my face. I looked up and the sky looked different. I kept trying to blink away the rain falling into my eyes. Damn that was irritating. I tried squeezing my way out but there wasn't much room to maneuver. I worked at it for hours. By now my whole bed was soaked. I kept rolling from side-to-side trying to get that heavy chest off of me. I even tried sliding under it but nothing. I called for help but no one was responding. It puzzled me that I didn't hear anyone else outside. Usually our street was buzzing with traffic and people talking or laughing. Kids would be shouting riding their bikes or skate boards or roller blades even on a rainy day like this. I looked around me. My head was thumping in pain. Somehow I managed to turn myself around where my feet were on the pillow and my head near the bottom of my bed. I kept hitting two of the wooden posts at the bottom rail. This is where my karate lessons kicked in. Eventually I was able to break them then eased out onto the floor. I noticed that the wood was cracked so I had to be careful with my steps. At my door, the whole house caved in leaving me with another problem. How do I get downstairs? All kinds of nails were sticking out of the boards and beams strew about which were a hazard. I saw the sofa I watched the Vid on. It was pretty clear so I psyched myself into making the jump. I flew down landing half on, half off. Laying there waiting for my heartrate to become normal, I was grateful for being alive. I was going to get the son of a bitch who did this to me. Finally recovering, I yanked my shoes free from another beam from the roof and put them on. Again, I walked cautiously because the floors were just as cracked and broken as upstairs. I managed to get into the bathroom where the porcelain was broken and water was everywhere. Most of the medicine bottles were all over. I picked up each one. Finally I found my Mom's prescription for her pain. Somatacts! I read the label. "Take one every four hours for pain." I tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a can of coke which hadn't been split open and took two. Little did I realize it would make me woozy later and almost knock me out. I stepped out of the back door to see what the hell caused this. All the homes within my view were the same. It was if a big bomb was dropped on our town. I felt the chilly winds so I grabbed my uniform coat, hat, and gloves and leaped to the ground. Our stairway was concrete which was now crumbled to dust. I walked around the side of the house to find bodies all over. I grabbed my police radio to call it in and got nothing but static. I stepped into the street. No bodies there except in the cars that most were rolled over. "What is this shit?" I asked myself aloud, looking at all the destruction around me. There was nothing standing except for a portion of my house. Taking those pills on an empty stomach really got to me. I noticed my cruiser was upright so I crawled in closing the door. I lay there in the Twilight Zone as all pain left me. I was feeling gooooood! I even giggled a few times. Damn, those things were powerful. But my Mom told me before dying that they didn't relieve her pain. I closed my eyes and dozed off. I felt a bliss in every part of my body. It was dark when I woke up from my drug induced sleep. Nonetheless, I felt pretty mellow. Then reality hit me. I tried my cruiser radio but there was nothing. I pulled the keys out of my pocket to start it up. Dead! I grabbed my flashlight to turn on, dead too. It was pitch black outside. I felt a fear wash over me. I checked my revolver and shotgun. They were loaded and ready for action if I needed it. I sat there with the shotgun in my lap waiting for the sun to come up. My eyes couldn't get used to the darkness. The rain was still falling. I heard the droplets hit the car. I had the eerie feeling something really disasterous had occurred. That was the only thing that made sense. But what? Finally the sun started coming up. But not from the east as always since the beginning of time. It came up from the south. I looked behind me. Now I was really frightened. I got out of the car with my shotgun ready. From a distance, I heard a barking dog. I headed for it. "Hello!" I shouted out. The dog kept barking. Then I came to a heap that once was a house. I couldn't recognize it. "Hello!" "Down here, help us please?" "Who am I talking to?" "Betsy Peters, who are you?" The dog kept barking. "Sparky, shut up," the girl demanded. "I'm Carla Weathers." "Oh please Carla, I'm buried down here, get me out." I recalled Betsy from school. She was in the lower grades when I graduated. As I recalled she was a cute little blonde girl with lots of curls. I estimated she must be about fifteen or sixteen by now. "I'll get you out, hon," I shouted. I set about pulling lumber away from the site. I used one strong piece for leverage to move the things that were too heavy for me to lift. I must have worked for hours until I saw her hand. I told her to move back as far as she could. Just then Sparky popped out from the small hole. I quickly petted it. It was a medium sized animal with a black shiny coat and two white eyebrows. I kept working while Sparky kept bothering me. Finally the hole was big enough for Besty to squeeze out of. She was all dirty and still in her pajamas which were ripped in seveal places. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "I think so." She moved her arms and legs effortlessly. Sparky was jumping on both of us. "I've got to get some clothes." She crawled back into her dirt prison. In minutes she was back up with a pair of jeans, a top, socks and sneakers. She started shivering from the cold. It did get chilly up here in July but it was downright frigid. I saw a body of a girl her size about one hundred yards away. I ran over and took the coat she was wearing off her. It was difficult due to rigor mortis. "Ewwwwwwwwww," Besty made an unpleasant face. "Just shut up and put it on," I barked. She climbed out of her pajamas wearing only a bra and panties underneath. She quickly dressed and put on the second hand coat. She looked quite uncomfortable. "Now lets see if there is something that we can find to eat," I told her heading for the town's store. I looked back to see her and the dog following. We found plenty of canned goods and some orange juice that was still good. We brought our stuff back to my car and sat in it as we ate. Nothing was said as we concentrated on our food. I had chili and Betsy had soup, not heated. She managed to find Sparky some canned dog food and he was outside eating it off a paper plate. After eating, we searched the town for other survivors. I shot my revolver into the air and found it wasn't working either. Nor the shotgun. 'What the fuck is going on?' I thought to myself. We finally gave up for the night. We got back into my cruiser. I tried to turn it on, dead again. I called over the radio. Nothing. I tried the lights. Nil! I suggested we both empty our bladders and sleep in this good for nothing car. We did. Betsy and Sparky laying in the back with me in the front. I had two blankets in the trunk and I pulled them out. We were so tired we slept soundly. The next morning we searched the entire town. It took all day but we found no one alive. We saw carcasses of horses, cattle, llamas, and alpacas lying on the ground. We grabbed some more food at the store after sifting through the rubble and returned to the car. Again we ate canned food and orange juice. Since it was so cold, we knew we couldn't stay here. The next morning, we found some backpacks. We loaded them up with canned goods, dog food, candy bars, cereal bars, bottled water; then found two yellow rain slickers with hoods. Betsy found a another coat from somewhere that seemed to fit her better. We put them on right in the bathroom of the roofless store due to the constant rain. "We're heading toward the sun," I pointed out to her. Although it was clouded over, I saw where the first signs of light came from. We threw on our packs, I managed to find a warm stocking cap and gloves for Betsy and we set off. I had tried dozens of cars but none of them worked. In fact my watch had stopped at the time this phenomenon hit us. 7:33 am Betsy had asked me many questions as to what transpired, but I kept answering, "I don't know." TWO As we crossed the torn up road we headed in the direction of the sun. The skies still were clouded over with a strange green tint to them. Betsy kept peppering me with questions. I tried answering each one but mostly I came up with nothing and I'd answer with a "I don't know." Sparky was sniffing the ground with his tail constantly wagging. He seemed to be happy in the company of his mistress and me. "Carla, how far are going to walk today?" Betsy asked, getting tired. We spent six straight hours trekking south without stopping. Each consumming a Snickers and some water. I told her to watch her intake because all we had was on our backs. "Until we find some shelter," I replied. "I miss my Mom." She burst into tears. I stopped and took her into my arms to hold her. I felt her slim body trembling against mine. Being a lesbian, I tried my hardest not to let my thoughts dwell on the obvious. 'Shit, if she's fourteen. That would make me a pedophile,' I chastised myself. I recalled her riding her bike and how shapely the girl was. She had tiny plums for breasts but her hips, tiny waist, and the rest of her were developing into a beautiful woman. I kept on stroking her head while she cried. I remember mourning my mother too when she passed on. "Let it out, honey," I continued patting her head and back. Sparky came over to see what was the matter. He sat on his haunches and looked up at Besty as if saying, 'You still have me.' Up ahead I spotted a wooden shed that looked suitable for getting out of the rain. It was coming down harder. After most of her weeping abated, I led her the quarter of a mile to it. "This will do nicely for tonight," I announced once inside. The shed's wooden walls were still standing sturdy and the canvas roof was holding out the water but sagging. I took a shovel, lifting it to let the water spill over the sides. I tried being careful not to tear the covering. The water splayed down the without getting the inside wet. We tossed out the remaining tools and pushed the riding mower into the rain. I looked about for a house but just saw a heap that used to be someone's home. That night we had another cold supper and some juice. It was pitch black out but the rain kept falling. We sat cuddling too tired to do anything but sleep. I knew I had passed here many times on my hover cruiser but everything was unrecognizable. I fell asleep with my face in Besty's hair. We both woke in the middle of the night to pee then ran back into the warmer shed. Sparky disappeared for a while but made his way back to us none the worse for wear. He slept at our feet as we kept our arms about each other for warmth. *** This kept up for a week. Stopping at someplace suitable to eat and sleep. Shit and piss. That was the extent of our existence. I was positive that there were other survivors. Hell, a tiny town like ours had two and a dog; there had to be more. "What's the most important thing to you right now?" I asked Betsy. "Boys!" she smiled. "Boys, huh?" I smiled. "What kind of a boy are you looking for?" "A tall muscular one. How about you, Carla?" "At my age, I'll take anything I can get," I dodged the question. I did not want to admit that I was gay and I wanted her. That's why I kept my mind on our survival and nothing else. I wouldn't do anything to hurt or frighten Besty Peters. Besides, I figured if we found a small colony of people, one girl might be a lesbian, bi-sexual or bi-curious. Sex was on my mind but it was down at the bottom of my priorities. One day we found a brick house on the edge of a small town called Diamond. Much of it was roofless like the rest but it looked like there was some shelter. We walked in on tip-toes to explore it. The kitchen was a mess with canned goods strewn all over. But it was a treasure find for us. We picked them all up and stacked them. The bathroom had running water. Cold but it was water. I turned it on to run it in the tub. Both of us took showers in the chilled liquid but we felt better afterwards. Besty found that a den was virtually undamaged with a fireplace. We rejoiced as I checked the flue to make sure it was open and managed to start a fire. The rain had stopped a few days before but the clouds with their green tint were still floating by at a fast pace. I reckoned that it had to be a jet stream. "Look Carla." Betsy walked into the den all excited. She held out a sleeping bag. "There's clothes in there too. Look, this fits," she said modeling a short skirt and tight top that looked gorgeous on her. She had tied her wet hair back in a scrunchie. "Look, fancy panties," she lifted her skirt to show me her silky pink material. I almost lost it right there but managed to compose myself. "You look very pretty," I smiled. Sparky was tugging at my terrycloth robe playfully and I had to shoo him away. "Is there anything in that room I can wear?" "I don't know, do you want me to go look?" "I'll look." I stood up. I had to get out of the room before I devoured her. "Why don't you look in the kitchen for a few pots to cook our dinner." "Okay," she said happily almost skipping away. I shook my head as I made my way to the bedroom. I found a few one size fits all pantyhose but wasn't interested in that. On the bottom drawer were some clothes for a woman my size. Panties, bra, jeans, tops, and even a nice looking satiny teddy in black. I put that on, then the jeans and a top over the lingerie. I made my way back to the den and sat on the leather couch staring at the fire I had made. Betsy was busy putting in a duke's mixture of soups. "I'm going to fart with all those beans," I mentioned. "Me too," she giggled. I loved the sound of her voice. "You didn't happen to find another one of these?" I unrolled the sleeping bag. It was big enough to sleep the two of us but I didn't want to do that. "No, just the one. I did look around. Too bad the bed's all wet. You could have slept in that and me in the sleeping bag on the floor." "Maybe I'll stretch out on this sofa here." "Well this bag could easily fit the both of us," Besty stated as she stirred our meal in the pot as the thought of a warm meal appealed to me. "I don't think so, honey. Beside, how old are you?" "I'm sixteen." My stomach knotted up. Sixteen was the age of mutual consent. I could have her. No, she told me she likes boys. I couldn't do that to her. I said nothing. "How is our supper coming?" "Just about done," she produced two metal bowls. "I washed them out." The warm soup was delicious. I don't know whether it was the hot meal or if the blend of many varieties that made it taste so good but we both had two helpings. Then Betsy produced a large tin of peaches which we both ate from the can. She drank some of the syrupy juice and I finished the rest. "I want to sleep as long as I want." She stripped down to her panties. I looked the other way. "It's okay, Carla," Betsy said. "Undress and get in here. I know you're gay." "How do you know that!" I thought my eyes would bulge out of my head. The shock of her knowledge sent shock waves thoughout my body. "Everyone in town knew that. I was told that by kids in middle school. Most girls thought you were a freak but I didn't. I never did. I haven't made up my mind if I want to do it with you, but we can keep each other warm." Dumbfounded, I undressed. Besty whistled at me seeing in my black teddy. I felt as nervous as hell. I threw some more wood into the fire then climbed in making sure we didn't touch. It wasn't ten seconds and she scooted next to me. "How are we going to keep each other warm if we don't spoon?" she asked. "Betsy, you're playing a dangerous game," I warned her. Her bare back was pressing at my chest and her ass at my pussy. "Que sera sera," Besty almost sang. She grabbed my hand and placed my arm about her waist. She snuggled against me molding her body to mine. I didn't know what to make of her actions. Certainly she was bolder than I ever imagined. I lay there like a slug not daring to move. I was certainly tired and soon I heard Betsy's soft even breathing. She had fallen asleep. Sometime during the night I heard the toilet flushing then soft footsteps and her climbing back in. I must have turned because she spooned next to me. She felt cold from going to the bathroom but soon was warming up. In my sleep I felt her arm around my waist and being pulled toward her. I managed going back into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I felt her fingers playing with one of my nipples. Betsy must have noticed that I came out of my slumber because she giggled. Sparky was curled up at our feet. "Wet yet?" she whispered then giggled. "That's not funny," I growled angrily. "Who's joking?" "Betsy, you don't know what you want." "Yes I do, Carla." "You like boys, remember." "No boys around here," she replied. "Except for Sparky and he doesn't count." "Oh shit, Betsy. I want to but I can't. It's not right." "Who says it isn't right?" she queried. "It's the law," I snarled at her. "Show me the law," she giggled. "You're the one who's got the badge." "That's right." I sat up. My whole teddy was soaked at my crotch. "I'm the law and I say this is wrong." With remarkable strength in those slim arms of hers, she pulled me down where her lips met mine. I couldn't believe this! All of my resistance crumbled as her tongue entered my mouth and her hand rubbed my wet sex. I found myself putting my hands into her panties as we finger fucked each other. All I could say, it was wonderful. *** We decided to stay in this little dry den until either the wood or the food ran out. It was here we became lovers. Everyday we took cold showers together, we explored the rest of the house looking for anything we could use, and we made love. I found a rifle and tried it out but it didn't work like my revolver and shotgun. I found a razor sharp hunting knife and an aluminum baseball bat. Now we had something for protection. We came across more wood behind a door that was built into the wall for storage. Besty searched the cellar and discovered many more canned goods. We ran out of dog food so Sparky ate what we did. One night Betsy and I made plans to leave. We had been there for weeks. It was the middle of August but it was like winter outside. Only our little den was warm. We had made love and now her nose was touching mine. "Carla, nothing works but why are we getting water?" "I guess it is flowing from that water tower that is half leaning," I supposed not knowing why. "It has to do with pressure and gravity." "Then eventually it will run out," she tossed a leg over both of mine. "Yes, it will," I played with her naked ass. "Where will we go next?" "The way we were going in the first place. I have to believe there is others besides us." "In a way, I want to find others. But in another, I want us to stay together." "You know, for a sixteen year old, you're very mature." "Mom used to tell me I was ten going on thirty," she replied then she started to cry. I took her into my arms and pulled her to me. I felt her tears upon my breasts. She wasn't going to get over the loss of her mother for a long time. I just held her until her sobbing ebbed. "Sorry," she wiped her face. "There's nothing to feel sorry about," I told her. "If you didn't feel that way about your mother I would really worry about you. I'd think you were heartless." I felt her nod her head. "Mom and me really got along." "So did my mother and me," I admitted. We were quiet for a long time. Each in our own thoughts about our mothers. I know mine was proud of me in many ways but ashamed that I was a lesbian. I never denied it to her, but I didn't tell her about Brenda at college. With Brenda it was friendship and lust. With Betsy, it was friendship and love. The two girls I had more than a one night's tryst with had the letter 'B' in their names. THREE It was a few days later we packed everything and left. Sparky seemed happy to leave. He was still in his puppy stage and he wanted to run. We stopped in Diamond to pickup what was good in the store. Betsy had changed into mountain hiking boots while I kept my police issued boots. It was much colder but we were dressed in layered clothes. Each of us had silk gloves under our skiing ones. It was amazing how that thin material kept our fingers warm as we traveled. We walked on the smoothest parts of the trail but our legs soon became tired. "When are we going to stop?" Betsy asked. Even Sparky was dragging. Our backpacks were loaded up once more with canned food, bottled water and candy bars. We both liked Snickers but we had some Hershey bars and some Twix. "The first place we can find that will shelter us," I called back to her. "You know, we were spoiled by that den back there." "I wish we were there now," she said. Finally, before dark we found a suitable place. It was the Whitman County Fairgrounds and of the metal buildings were crushed but one looked promising. We stepped inside both seeing our breaths from the cold air. I knew this one had an office in it at the other end. I only hoped it had the roof intact. Sparky was down to almost a walk of a very old dog. Besty's feet were dragging as were my own. I opened the door and was happy to see that every thing looked fine except that the file cabinets were flat on the floor, the desk overturned but the pellet stove was in place. "This is it." I started pulling my backpack off. "We'll stay here for a few days." "Home sweet home," Besty joked. She immediately went to the pellet stove to see if there was any fuel in it. I went to the bathroom which was a wreck but I was able to let loose gallons of pee, it seemed like it, only to find Betsy waiting. "Oh to be a dog," she mocked. As soon as I stood up, she had her pants and panties down taking my place crouching to let go. "Ahhhhh, music to my ears." I laughed at her statement. The sink was on the floor so I turned the faucet only to be greeted by a trickle of water. "You better get over here quick, there's not much here," I warned her. She finally finished and got her hands under just as the water started to run out. "There's pellets in the stove and a bag near the wall, I guess we can get warm if we stay close enough," she told me. "If the damn electricity worked, it would heat the whole room." We walked back to the office and settled in. We pushed the sofa as close to the stove as we could. We had trouble lighting the fire until I spotted a cellophane package containing kerosene pellets. I lit that and immediately the fire started. "We're going to have to make sure that we keep this going," I warned. "Unless there are more kerosene pellets, it ain't gonna work." We sat in front of the stove as it grew hot. Slowly we began taking off our outer clothes. Betsy looked cute in her jeans and swearshirt with her hair back in a short ponytail. The lipstick she had on this morning was gone but to me she was beautiful. We opened three cans of food and put them on the top of the stove to cook. Sparky was hungry and let us know with one of his loud barks. "Patience," Betsy told him only to be met with another bark. A half hour later we were eating out of the can in gloves so as not to burn our hands. The dog had his snoot in his can licking all there was in it. Betsy put a couple of scoops into the fire, undressed and climbed into the sleeping bag I had carried on my back. I followed suit and our bodies warmed each other. Soon we were kissing and fondling each other. I really loved the way she worked her tongue around my mouth. She sucked mine then I went down the bag to lick her sex. She let out a little yelp as my tongue carassed her clitty. Later we were cuddled together on the sofa watching the orange glow the fire was emitting. We exchanged kisses. "I love you, Carla," Betsy confessed. "I know you do, Sweetie. I love you too," I replied softly. "Do you think we would have been lovers like this if what ever happened happen?" "I would like to think so, but I doubt it." "Why?" "It would have been difficult for the both of us. You're so beautiful you had guys always knocking at your door and you would have gone out with them." "I always liked you," she admitted. "When they told me you were a lesbian, it didn't bother me. In fact it kinda turned me on." "I have to admit I was turned on by you but I always believed you were younger than you admit to be. I recall you being in second or third grade when I graduated from Polk and went off to college." "You had quite a reputation," she giggled. "Putting Rod Michaels out of action. People hated you for that." "If he kept his hands to himself and minded his own business he would have played that night and Polk would have had an undefeated season. But he had to pull that smartass stunt on me and I made him pay." "That's for sure, Mr. Richards was really angry with you." "Yeah he suspended me for ten days, but I got his ass twice for speeding and gave him a ticket twice that cost him eight hundred per offense plus one for not wearing his safety harness. He was twice as pissed at me for that." Betsy laughed and began twisting my nipple. "Don't start something you can't finish," I warned. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. Getting wet once more and feeling aroused, we began to make love. This girl really knew how to push my buttons. *** We stayed until we ran out of fuel. By now it was snowing outside. 'This is ridiculous,' I thought pulling on my clothes. Sparky was ready to go. I could see the piles of poop he left as his calling card on the floor outside the office. We were surprised how much snow there was. It was going to be slow going. I hoped we could find shelter soon. We trudged toward Colfax, the County Seat. I spent many days in court as the arresting officer for theft, drug possession, but mostly for traffic violations. I knew a few houses on the way. I hoped we could find something that could shelter us. Dammit, this is summer, I felt angry. I looked back and saw Betsy and Sparky having as difficult a time as I was. Our legs soon grew weary and the pain of muscle strain really took its toll on us. Two miles from where we left there was a house to our right. It was a complete wreck. Another stood a half mile on the left. Now we were in whiteout conditions. Plus the blanket of snow hid the torn up asphalt which we stumbled over frequently. Sparky's hind leg started cramping up. I carried him for a while but had to put him down. I saw that house and it looked okay only I hoped the snow wasn't hiding any of the destruction. As we reached the structure, we were blinded by the blizzard conditions. I had to shoulder my way past the door to find it all covered with the white stuff. Betsy was right behind me with Sparky trailing. I found two bodies and dragged them outside. I was grateful it was cold enough that they had stopped decomposing. They were almost skeletons by now but they still smelled badly. We found a place in the cellar but nothing there to get us warm. "We'll have to make the best of it," I told Betsy. She was too tired to care. We took off our outer garments and hung them up to dry. I went upstairs to look around as Betsy set up our dinner. Sparky just curled up and fell asleep. I thanked God that I found a Coleman cooker and lamp. Both were full of kerosene. I thought the people keeping this in the house were stupid but I was glad for their torpid thinking. Hooray for stupidity, I smiled dragging them down to the basement. I set both up and we had a warm meal. Sparky woke up to eat then returned to where he was sleeping and curled up. After eating, I turned off the cooker and got ready for bed. Only tonight we were going to sleep on the hard cold floor. At that moment, in comparison to what was going on outside, I didn't care. Neither of us were in any mood to make love so we crawled in and fell asleep using our inner wear as pillows. *** We spent two days there until the blizzard let up. Once again we were on the road to an unknown destination. I was wondering what was happening to the rest of the human race in this desolate world. "Damn snowplows, they're always late," I joked as we continued to make our way to Colfax. The snow was so deep we were practically wading in it. Sparky had to take leaps to keep up. I saw that it was less deep on other side of the road. We were walking in the drifts. DUH! "How far are we going to go in this?" Betsy asked. "To Colfax or if we find something..........." I stopped and looked ahead of me. There was a human figure ahead of us walking toward where we were dragging a sled. Another person! "Look Betsy," I pointed. She had seen the same as I did. "Is it a man or a woman?" "Who gives a shit," I replied. "It's another human being. We aren't alone." We walked toward the figure. It looked like a man. He waved at us and we waved back. He stopped as we approached. He was elderly. In his late sixties, I guessed. "Hello!" he called. "Hello!" we echoed back at him. "Welcome," he smiled as we reached where he stood. We were so grateful that we both surprised him throwing our arms about him. Both of us were crying with happiness. He hugged us back. It was apparent that he was glad to see us too. "Are you cold?" he asked. "Oh yes," Betsy replied. "Well, welcome to my place." He pointed to an earthen home that had smoke coming out of a metal chimney. "You can stay here if you wish." "We wish," Betsy spoke for the both of us. "Where you from?" he asked as we made our way to his place. "We walked here from Polk," I answered. "By the way, I'm Carla Weathers." "I'm Betsy Peters and our four footed friend who is jumping all over you is Sparky." "Hello Sparky," the man said petting him. "I'm Alfred Townes, but you can call me Al" "Hi Al," we both said at the same time. By then we reached his place. I felt like kicking myself in the head for not thinking of looking for a sled at the last place we stayed. It was toasty inside his earthen home. No damage to it whatsoever. It had cement walls, carpeted flooring, huges amounts of dirt as a roof and that was covered by snow. We took off our footwear and hung up our coats as we walked over to the fire to warm up. Al unloaded his sled that was full of canned goods most likely from the IGA supermarket in Colfax. We helped him put the cans away and added our own. "You can stay here as long as you need to. I'm happy for the company. As far as I knew I believed I was the only one left," he explained. "We thought we were the only ones," I told him. "But I just knew there had to be others. I mean Betsy and I were neighbors in such a small town and we survived. There isn't anyone left in Colfax." "As far as I know," Al sat down in an easy chair and lit up his pipe. Betsy and me sat on the couch facing him. Sparky curled up at Betsy's feet. It was very comfortable in this place. "How do you keep this place so nice and warm?" Betsy asked. "It was built to be sixty degrees year around. The windows would face the sun in the winter and the sun would angle in the summer to reflect off of them. Then all I have to do is keep a fire going in the kitchen area and the livingroom. It makes things quite nice, don't you think?" "And how." Betsy unconsciously took my hand. Al noticed but didn't say anything. I was about to pull my hand away but she clamped on tight. I asked Al, "Now with the sun coming up from the south and setting in the north, how do you reconcile now?" "I don't, This place was built with the specifications of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. There's not much I can do about it now. Still, with this whole place built into the earth on all sides but the front, it still affords a great deal of warmth and comfort. These fires makes up for the litttle heat we lack." "It's cozy all right," I admitted. "Outside it is brutally cold and this is supposed to be our summer. I guess we're going to have to learn a new way of living." "Looks like you're a cop?" Al asked me. "Am or was, I'm not certain anymore." "I'm a student," Betsy admitted. Al nodded. "I'm a retired professor from WSU." "Then do you know what happened? I mean almost everyone is dead, this is August and it's snowing outside. Everything is so topsy-turvy," I asked. "Certainly," he nodded. "I taught physics and have several doctorates in other subjects. You asked what happened." Al's teeth clenched his pipe. "What occurred is the worst thing that this earth could ever have. Worse than a nuclear war, worse than the strongest earthquakes or storms or tsunamis or hurricanes. What took place is an EMR." "EMR?" I gazed at him. The look upon my face must have amused him because he chuckled at me. "An Electric Magnetic Reversal," he said stoicly. "What is that?" Betsy asked. He smiled warmly at her. He must have thought how cute she was. I didn't blame him. I felt the same way toward her myself. "It is that the poles at both ends of the Earth suddenly shifted. We could be the new down under and Australia and New Zealand is now the Northern Hemisphere and we're now the Southern Hemisphere. Or the poles shifted to the point where the Antarctic and the Arctic will become the new equator. Also with this new configuration, there maybe more than just the two. There could be three or five or even six poles now." "But why doesn't radios, televisions, cars or anything else work?" Betsy asked. "The law of physics has been turned upside down. There is electricity but it has to be learned all over again. It's on a differect scale than it was." "But why don't weapons work?" I asked. "Same principle. You have your police revolver or any other gun for that matter that only can be fired by you due to a special computer chip that recognizes your hand. It wasn't designed for anyone else except you. When the EMR occurred, it rendered your weapons useless. Now if you can find an antique weapon made at the beginning of last century, then you have a one that will work because it didn't contain any chips. In essence," Al emphasized. "We are back in the Stone Age. Yes, we are smarter than the caveman but there are things that have to be re- learned. Flying for an example will have to wait until some genius like the Wright Brothers come along to get the new patterns right. But that has to wait until another genius like Edison emerges for a new type of electricity. I think we're going to have to wait to build up the earth to what it was. This is going to take many many generations." "And this was all caused in an instant?" I asked. "Yes, and that's what is puzzling to us. We all began to think changes like this would be gradual. We all concluded that this couldn't happen as quickly as it did. All the bull crap," Al chose his words carefully so as not to insult us ladies. "Of a meteor hitting the earth killing off the dinosaurs is a farce now. It most likely was an EMR that did it. Just like now. That's not the worst of it, millions have perished in airline crashes, they fell right out of sky, plus your guess is as good as mine to how many automobiles crashed all over the world killing maybe millions more, then the construction accidents and whatever needed electricity for work. Anything that required ac/dc current all stopped in just a blink of an eye. We knew it was going to happen one day but we were looking to centuries from now. You may ask how? I don't know but I firmly believe that the sun had something to do with it but it was only one part of the puzzle. There are many other factors that are involved and throw into the mix that we have no clue as to where to start and then you can imagine the enormity of the problem facing us." "Then why did you, me and Carla live? Why is Sparky alive?" Betsy asked. "Now you are shooting over my head," Al admitted. "I can't tell you. Only God knows. I think at least five or more billion people are dead and those of us that are alive will have to start this world all over again. I believe that most of the animal kingdom perished as well but new creatures might develope or just enough of them survived to carry on with their own species." "I see," I muttered. "So we're alive by God's favor?" "That's about the only way I can see it. I never believed in a god before but now just maybe I've been mistaken all along." "Thank you, Al," I told him. "My pleasure," he stood up. "Are you ladies ready for some lunch?" "Yes we are," Betsy spoke up. "Can I help?" "Can we," I corrected. "Yes, you can," he smiled, knocking the tobacco out of his pipe. Normally I hate the smell of cigarette smoke or burning cigars, but I had to admit that whatever tobacco Al was using made the air in the room smell nice. Like cherries. I followed everyone into the kitchen. I was shocked to see bread on the table. "Bread!" I exclaimed. "Baked it myself," Al smiled. "I bet it's better than cake." "We'll see, I'm sorry I don't have butter but what there is in the store turned rancid." "Don't worry about that," Betsy said, opening a giant can of beef stew. She really was making herself at home. "Bread alone is good. And we can always put peanut butter and jelly on it." We ate lunch then told Al to relax as we'd clean up. It was no problem and it took us no more than twenty minutes to do so. When we walked back into the livingroom, Al was reclining before the fire sound asleep. We searched around and found the second bedroom. Stripping down to our bra and panties, we slid under the covers to take a nap ourselves. I spooned with Betsy. *** Later that evening Al continued with his lecture about the EMR Incident. It not only had changed the infrastructure of the world, but it had caused a climate change also. This was September as he showed us his calendar as he crossed off the dates, but it certainly wasn't what you called your typical summer. He estimated that they had gone into a sudden Ice Age or as he first stated, We were in the Southern Hemisphere. Betsy and me listened totally fascinated. I wondered if he were this good at lecturing to his students at college. I felt I could listen to him for hours on end. "So you see," Al was winding up his thoughts. "Everything now is speculative." "Interesting," I said. I looked at Betsy to see that she was paying attention too. "What if we have no more summers?" Betsy inquired. "Then we are in a perpetual Ice Age," Al anwered. "But what about global warming?" the teenager asked, pouting. "One of two things." Al walked to the fire to clean out his pipe. "There was no global warming to begin with or if there was, this EMR changed all of that." "I prefer global warming," Betsy continued his pout. "Ummmm, Al?" I spoke up. "Is there any chance that us girls can walk into Colfax to see if there's a womens clothing store? I think you'll get tired of us in the same thing everyday. I know Besty and me would like to see if we can find other things." "When do you want to go?" "I was hoping for tomorrow," I replied. "Certainly, I'll go with you because I want to store up on as much food as I can. We have no idea what is going to happen next." "Good." I got up and went by the window. Only the reflection of the fire mirrored off the window. It was blacker than black outside. No stars, no moon; just clouds. "Honey, I think we should turn in now." "Yes, I am getting a little tired," Betsy admitted. "May I ask you a question?" Al looked at me. "Sure, anything." "Are you two gay?" "Yes," I admitted without hesitation. "Anything wrong with that?" Al shook his head. "No, there's not. You girls have a good night." He walked toward his bedroom. Besty and me stared at each other before smiles broke out. Arm in arm, we made our way to the comfortable bed. *** All three were up at the crack of light. Still no sun. We were clad in our warmest gear as we ate cereal with condensed milk. To Betsy it was the best breakfast since the EMR. The trio chatted cheerfully as we put on our heavy coats then stepped out into the cold. The sudden chill entered our lungs and both Besty & me began coughing. Al had a woolen scarf about his face as he grabbed his sled. Sparky was full of energy happy to be out again. On the way to town, he marked his territory every twenty or so feet then pooped. "Do you know what I miss more than anything?" Betsy said. "What?" "Music. Turning on the radio and listening to songs and instrumentals." "That's something I can't help you with," Al added. The whole conversation into town centered around music. Even Al and me admitted to missing it. None of the three of us could play instruments so any little thing like that was ruled out. We were chilled when we entered Colfax. Al pointed to a clothing store a few blocks up and told us he'd meet us back at the supermarket in an hour or so. Sparky stayed with his mistress as we walked through Main Street. I noticed that the courthouse was gone. Crumbled in a pile of bricks and mortar as were some others. We found a thrift shop, we entered in having to shove racks and shelves that were in our way. The roof had caved in but there were some clothes available. By chance we saw an old toboggan and proceeded to take it outside to load up. We placed all we could find into boxes, packed the sled, tied it down so nothing would fall off then both of us took a side of the rope and pulled it. In all it took almost an hour and a half. I looked into the skies and saw the same tinted green clouds. 'When will it ever change?' I asked myself. We met Al and he had several boxes of canned goods plus a whole case of dog food. "I was wondering what was taking you so long." He spotted how high the toboggan was stacked. "Just feel lucky we couldn't try these things on," I laughed as Betsy giggled. On the way back to the earthen home, the conversation turned to the weather. We were all bundled up but all were chilled to the bone. Sparky was dragging after running, hopping and jumping on the way in. It was a five and one half mile way back. It started snowing lightly but not enough to cause any problems. Back at the home, the we unloaded Al's sled first then the toboggan full of clothes. We put away the canned goods, ate lunch, cleaned up then stacked the clothing boxes in our bedroom. Gone was the thought of doing some modeling tonight. I spotted a few pieces of lingerie that might look good on the both of us. There was a pink silky baby doll pajama set that would look aborable on Betsy. I planned for her to wear it soon so I could take it off her. Just the thought of it made me feel damp down there. FOUR We settled in with Al being a gracious host. Betsy and me did all the cooking and cleaning with Al doing all the baking. Betsy spent a lot of time with him learning all she could about kitchen things. She wanted to be taught how to bake everything. He schooled her how to make a baked chicken that came in a can. I, on the other hand, did the cleaning of the bedrooms, livingroom and the bathroom. I also did the wash in the bathtub with the old primitive means of the scrub board. I recalled fondly the washing machine and vacuum cleaner. I had to sweep the floors and rugs kicking up dust which made us sneeze. The kitchen was Betsy's domain to tidy up. She scrubbed the floors, did the dishes, and was the cook. Evenings we either read many of Al's books or some we retrieved from the town's library. Betsy was into romance novels while I liked sci-fi and history books. Another phenomena developed in our stay there. We were sitting by the fire reading while Al sat by the Coleman lantern. Betsy and I were very cautious of kerosene. We chose to read by firelight. We often lay there reading when one of us would poke the the other playfully. Soon we were wrestling on the floor giving Al a show of how girls played. We were in the middle of grappling with each other when we heard what we thought was thunder. All three of us stopped what we were doing and ran to the window. Outside the skies were firing up with multiple bursts lightning followed by loud claps of thunder. Nothing fell from the these. Al turned off his lantern so we could get a better view. The bolts shot from spot to spot in the cloulds that it looked like it was like almost daylight due to the frequency of the strikes. It was if the sky was on fire with a white heat. "Too bad we couldn't harnass some that and bottle it," Al joked. "What would we do with it if our electricity is reversed?" I asked. "I'd think of something." We watched fascinated for hours before feeling tired. I was the first to go to bed followed by Betsy with Sparky in tow. I watched her undress and put that pink silky nightie on. "I don't think you'll need that tonight," I threw back the blankets to flash my naked body to her. "I'm in the nude for love," I joked. "We haven't done it in a long time, a week I think," she slipped out of her sey nightie. She climbed into my arms and we kissed passionately humping each other's leg. I felt that the flashes of lightning enhanced our lovemaking as we were all wet slipping and sliding up and down our thighs. Betsy had found a book in the library on lesbian sex. It was the Kama Sutra for females. In moments our orgasms hit almost simultaneously as we breathed deeply careful for Al not to hear us. We then turned into a sixty-nine position and felt the ecstasy of our tongues doing the other's sex. *** The lightning across the skies kept up for over two months. We became used to it and we took our trips into town every third day. Most of the clothes we found at the thrift store didn't fit or were torn. Al was comfortable in his bib overalls and flannel shirts. We wanted not only warm clothes but we liked dressing up in skirts and nice blouses as well. We each took several stockings with garter belts and three inch high heels for our birthdays and Christmas. We found such a store at the south end of town near Arby's. It had everything we needed and in our sizes. Al always went in for food. He made sure that he was going to clean out the IGA but he had a long way to go. He got canned juices in every flavor, soups, stews, veggies, meats, fruits and condensed milk. Also powdered eggs, potatoes, dried fruits, and nuts. One thing we could not deny, we ate very well thank you. The walks into Colfax back to Al's earthen home kept our weight down. In fact I lost ten pounds and never felt better. We had already used up all the coffee and tea from the store but in Al's cellar we had enough for years. We returned the books we took from the library because we didn't have the room to keep them all and we thought throwing them away was a sin. We just put them in a dry place then searched for others to read. Betsy did keep one book. She fell in love with the book Gone With The Wind and wanted to read it again and again. My main interest was in WWII. I read everything from Hitler's rise to power to the end of the war with the dropping of the atomic bomb over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. This happened over one hundred and fifty years ago which was now just a footnote in history. I was rummaging through a house looking for kitchen utensils that Betsy said she needed for her baking. I put everything into a large canvas bag and loaded it on the toboggan. I took one last look around then I saw a locked up gun cabinet. I broke the glass with a poker from the fire place. It took me a good half hour to pry the lock off the shelf. I grabbed one of the pistols and found it to be an old one. About one hundred years old. I checked the handgun to see it was loaded, it wasn't. I found some .38 rounds and loaded it into the chamber. I walked to the door, aimed at a downed telephone pole just as they taught me in the academy. It fired! Wood splintered all over. I pulled a bullet from the box to examine it. Hollow point. Certain death if hit in the head or abdomen. "CARLA!" Betsy screamed from the clothing store. "It's okay, Sweetie, I just found a gun." "Hell, you almost scared the shit out of me." "I wouldn't want to do that. Maybe make you piss a little but definately not shit. Then you'd stink like hell and have to take a cold bath." I walked back in and took all the handguns and ammo. Then grabbed two .30-.30 rifles with its ammo. I packed it onto the toboggan and pulled it to where Betsy was. She had boxes and boxes of new clothes she found in the back of the store. We walked north to meet Al. "Was that gunfire I heard?" he asked. "Yeah, I found guns in a house. Two rifles and six handguns. I hope to never use any of them but you never know. Better to be safe than sorry," I explained. "It sounded so loud it seemed to echo all over town," he stated. "Yeah, shooting in such a quiet area can do that." "I think we should keep them in the basement," Al suggested. "I'll keep one within reach of me. The rest we'll have to keep dry in case we have to have them handy. If we run into some punks or troublemakers, we have some equalizers." Al nodded and began to move. I don't know whether he agreed with me or not but he did not argue the point. Perhaps with me being a state trooper, he accepted that. I didn't ask. On the way home we felt a wind shift. Usually it was coming out of the north but it started blowing from the east right into our faces. It felt a bit warmer. This being the last week of January, perhaps we were getting a chinook. We weren't as cold when we arrived at home. We unloaded Al's sled as usual then brought the bags of kitchen tools in while I hauled the guns down to the basement. Each one had a covering or holster. I kept the one I fired and put the rest away on a high shelf. I took the remaining five rounds out of the pistol, grabbed the cleaning gear and made my way upstairs. I checked for a second time to see if it was unloaded then began to clean it. When I was called to dinner I had it spotless, reloaded, the safety on, and a small rubber hammer jam in place so it couldn't go off accidentally. I washed up and sat at the table. *** The weather moderated over the next few weeks. Snow started melting leaving the roads a pool of mud. This meant no more trips into town for the time being. Sparky always came back muddy and we'd have to towel him down. We used warm water before letting him in. Al laughed at the sight of the dog. It was Betsy's pet so she usually took care of that job. The water was running freer now that the snow in the water tower started melting. "How do you like this?" Betsy appeared before me in a florescent pink bikini. "I got this to sunbathe in it." "Yum Yum," I smiled. She had put her hair up and looked like a beauty queen during the swimsuit competition. Her perky breasts made me feel horny with her nipples showing. "I thought you'd like it," she pirouetted to show off her tight ass from all that walking. coupled with a pair of 3" heels, Betsy looked like Miss Universe. "Show it to Al," I said. "No, I don't want him to get lewd thoughts." "If he hasn't gotten lewd thoughts with your prancing about in your baby dolls, he never will. Now go show him. He'll love it." Betsy stepped into her three inch heels and sauntered off giving me a good view of her strut and swinging ass. She was gone for quite a while so I got up to see what she was up to. I found them sitting at the table chatting over some hot chocolate. "What do you think of my sexy baby?" I asked Al. "I told her that if I was thirty years younger, she wouldn't be safe around me," he smiled. "She's a tease, isn't she?" I stated. "Yes she is. I think she can still get my blood boiling but it's no good. I can't function down there any longer." 'I bet your tongue in her pussy would function just fine,' I thought. "Well, she gets my blood boiling," I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into our bedroom. *** The two lane highway used to be asphalted but since the 2050's it fell into disrepair due to all the cars becoming hovercraft. Now they didn't worked in 2104. The road to Colfax became a pool of mud where a small person like Betsy would sink waist deep in a matter of seconds. More than once we had to pull Sparky out or we would have been buried in the muck and wouldn't be seen again. Otherwise Betsy would lose her pet. So we tied him up on a long chain. When we ran out of bottled water, Al took some from the tap, boiled it then put a drop or two of iodine into the kettle. That kept us from getting any disease. We had gone to the drug store and cleaned them out of demerol, opium, somacates, and sleep aids as well as aspirin and other common remedies. More and more we learned how much aspirin had become the miracle medicine. Al kept dozens of huge bottles downstairs to have on hand if we came down with headaches or muscle pains. The somacates were perfect for Betsy and me when we came down with our periods. Not only did it relieve us of our cramps, but it put us into la-la-land as well. So with the highway being closed due to mud, our only exercise was wrestling or playing in bed. We felt sorry for Al but he didn't seem to mind. He was almost seventy and the vibrant man he was last September was missing as he became weaker physically. One time he caught cold so we gave him cough syrup with some morphine then lay our nude bodies on each side of him. He complained of being cold while we could feel him burning up. He coughed frequently making us think he might pass what he had onto us. But we faithfully slept on each side of him with one of our legs draped over his. This kept up for about two weeks before the fever broke. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," he said upon wakening. "Two of the most beautiful girls in the world laying on each side of me in the raw." "Think ya' can get it up Al?" Betsy teased. I reached between his legs and saw that he had. "Al, you old dog, you said you were impotent. Your rod doesn't indicate that," I joked. "Yes, but who is here to help me out?" It was the spur of the moment when I just upped and straddled him. I rubbed my sex against his. Then I reached down and impaled myself on him. He just gasped while Betsy looked aghast. "Now Al, show me what you've got." I rode him like riding a bull in slow motion. I had been with men before I definately had a preference for women. Especially Betsy. Al held my hips as I moved up and down his hardened penis with reckless abandon. It didn't take long for him to get off. When his first shot went up me, I felt my orgasm coming. The more he squirted, the more I did. When it was over, there was a combination of my cum mixed with his. "Betsy, get us a clean washrag," I requested. She got out and ran to the bathroom returning with it soaking. I cleaned us both then ran to the bathroom myself to wash my womb out. I surely didn't want to have that stuff up me. I had to admit I liked the change of pace. "When can I do it with him?" Betsy asked. "It was no big deal," I said, toweling off my pussy. "The look on your face said it all. You loved it." "I liked it, I didn't love it," I replied. "Besides, when I'm riding your face and cum you should look at me then. Now that's real bliss." "But when can I do it?" she pleaded. It looked like I had opened a Pandora's Box. Pardon the pun. "Ask him, not me. If he wants to fuck you, ask him." Betsy hurried from the bathroom to his bedroom unaware for the moment she was naked. FIVE Betsy and me left three years later. Al had died a year earlier. It would have been nice to stay in the earthen home but both of us needed to find if there were any others out beyond the scope of our little area. We buried Al in a grave of about three feet deep. The dirt was ideal but then we hit clay. Both of us cried at the loss of a good friend. We packed food, water, medicine, usable clothing, both rifles, ammunition and two .38 handguns. One for Betsy, the other for me. We did have the others in a box. I taught Betsy how to shoot her weapon and she was very good by the time we left. Sparky was getting older and his pace wasn't like it was almost four years ago. We hitched up two carts with two bicycle wheels we found in town and each pulled our belongings. We didn't take our skirts or fancy blouses with us. It was the start of summer which was not as warm as usual but summer nonetheless. We passed through Colfax for the last time and made our way toward Pullman. We found devastation and desolation everywhere. After all this time, we didn't find anyone living. We made it to the landfill which was halfway between the two towns. We walked across what was once fertile farmland dragging our carts to a little scale shed. Betsy and me found it suitable so we built a little fire to cook our dinner. That night, in the dark, we heard Sparky cry in pain. It was so black, we didn't dare go outside. Betsy opened the door slightly to call him. We didn't hear a thing. As the sun came up, we saw a spear in Sparky's body. He was dead. "We've got a visitor or visitors," I said seeing the footprints leading up to the dog and then leaving. "Let's get out of here." "Can't we bury him?" Betsy cried. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. I nodded aware it would make Betsy feel easier regarding her loss. I wanted to cry for Sparky too, but I had to stay alert in case the person or persons doing this might come back. I had my rifle with a scope ready. Over the years I had fired several hundred rounds at targets to get the sights just right. She dug the hole while I watched out in every direction. Whoever did this would most likely be back for us. I felt we were being watched. This trek was going to be no picnic. We loaded up, went t