A Quest In The Wasteland
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Notes:
1- Continuing my futurology experiment, I describe what is going to
happen to the fertile fields of central Brazil (the so called " cerrado")
after people disappears.
2- The storm belt is no invention of mine. Currently, from time to time,
a continuous band of clouds form carrying water vapor from the amazon
lowlands towards southeast Brazil, these are called "convergence zones",
you probably are aware of the sad happenings in the mountains near the
city of Rio the Janeiro, who recently killed over 800 people, this was
caused by one of these convergence zones.
3- Writing this story is considerably difficult, since the story does not
progress only to the future, but also to the past, as Illana meets
previously transformed victims who suffered the attack to increased
periods of time in the past. This is why Illana, in the 14th week of
pregnancy, meets Bia, almost full term. I solve this difficulty by
keeping record of a separate timeline.
The Journey - Episode 7: Wasteland
by Sylvia Wechsel
The wasteland, contrary to what the name suggest, is not properly a dry
desert. In fact it is considerably wet since I had to go through the
storm belt. The name comes to the fact that almost nobody lives there
anymore. I was traveling with an ox cart again, but this time I had a
canvas cover so I could protect myself from the rain and the inclement
sun. The part of the road which was under the storm belt was terribly
damaged and in two occasions I had trouble in trespassing eroded areas
which were probably sites of former bridges which collapsed long before.
The storm belt was not a continuous range of rain as I believed, in fact
most of the path was made under a very bright sun. In the distance,
however, I could see many thunderstorms and lightning bolts islands which
slowly traveled from northwest towards southeast. The combination of hot
sun and water vapor from the rain caused discomfort, as the heat was
almost unbearable. I made this part of the travel without my dress,
wearing only panties and bra and, even so, I was sweating as a water
fountain.
After the 100 or 200Km of the storm belt the road was relatively well
preserved, showing only the natural damage of 200 years lack of
maintenance. Doing that path alone, however, was terribly boring.
I knew, by my interview with Ted, that the demon had arrived the day
before the full moon (hence, of the transformation with the young Mara,
the first girl who crossed its path). Me and the university researchers
calculated that he had walked for between 20 to 28 days at a normal
extent of 40 Km a day, this would mean Ted's house was situated somewhere
800Km to 1100Km away from Brasilia along that road. With the ox cart I
could travel faster, about 80 Km a day (except in the way under the storm
belt, due to the difficult terrain), which meant I had to travel for
about 10 to 14 days before reaching my destiny.
The only hope I had to find the transformed Ted came from the fact that
no one lived in that area, so the first group of people I would find
along that path would probably be the one which the demon attacked. It
was a very wide long shot and it was clear to me that it was very
improbable that I would succeed in finding the transformed Ted. I made
the decision to continue to the end of the road, reaching the city of
Sal'dor (which was too far away to be the origin of the demon) if I lost
the track of the demon. Deep inside me I made the decision to return to
Our'P in this case.
The routine was always the same: waking up at morning, preparing my
coffee, starting the morning trip, stopping for lunch and so the animals
could feed and rest, restarting at afternoon, until the sundown, and then
preparing again for the night. The landscape was very beautiful. Forests
and fields with low bushes, and mountains at the left and at the right.
From time to time I passed ruins of small cities, abandoned after the
fall. Seven days after the start, however, the landscape changed
dramatically. The mountains were substituted by a flat highland and I
observed that the vegetation was somewhat different from the fields I did
observe before. During the midday stop I went to the field to investigate
and saw that the vegetation was some sort of wild soybean plantation.
That was probably the remains of large scale agriculture I had read about
in the history books and the plants had somehow survived and prospered.
The next five days of travel lead me to other kinds of wild plantations,
like corn and even fruit trees. At distance I could see also wild cattle
eating grass, surely the offspring of the previous domesticated
production. That region was, therefore, a paradisaic food reserve. I
concluded that whoever decided to recolonize that area would prosper
considerably.
The safe wildness was not the only one I saw. One afternoon I saw, at
distance, something I believed was a black panther. I took the shotgun I
did buy for protection, but the animal was wise enough (maybe a racial
memory) not to come near me. At the end of the fifth day I reached the
shore of a big river, which was flowing northwards. I saw the ruins of a
big bridge, but its middle part did collapse long before. At the end of
the road, in the right river bank, there was an improvised port. I
stopped there for the night and lit a fire. I would consider how to cross
that river with an ox cart on the next day, since it was impossible to do
it by swimming.
I woke up late at night with the sound of a "chap chap" in the water.
When I opened the cart cover, I saw a large flat boat was approaching the
port. An old guy conducted the boat with precision and, as he docked, he
asked me to tie the chords, what I did. He was the successor of the boat
transport system which had been working for 200 year uninterruptedly. The
guy, whose name was Jose, spoke and older form of portu?ol, and I was
able to communicate with him only with considerable difficulty. He told
me that service was used by the scattered population of the wasteland,
but this use became rarer in the last years. In fact, the last time the
boat had transported someone was several years in the past and he did
come to me only because he had spotted my fire at my camping place.
So, I was able to cross the river with my cart. Since I did traveled
about the same length we had initially supposed the demon did, I decided
to try out and asked him if he knew something about a young man who had
suddenly disappeared or some girl who had mysteriously appeared in the
neighborhood. He became suspicious at once and asked me how I knew about
that.
Fact was, that Ted was his son and he knew he had been transformed into a
girl. I asked him why he wasn't upset. He told me that his family was
dying. He had only him, his old wife and his son to continue with the
boat service. His son had no opportunity to find a wife, so his family
would be dead with him. When the lady came from Sal'dor, everybody was
satisfied, particularly because she told she wanted children and was in
love with his son. Actually the lady was the demon and, as usual, it
stole Ted's body leaving him in the body of the girl. First they were
furious, as usual, but with the time they realized that she was
pregnant. This meant that the family did gain some extra lifetime. They
were actually happy with the transformation!
I met the girl at Jos?'s house and she had a big belly, characteristic of
an almost full term pregnancy. She was not as happy as Jos? and his wife,
but could do nothing to change what happened to her. I explained the rule
we, transformed, had adopted and she told me than that her name was Bia.
She was young, not so young as Ted, but still about 20 or 22 years old.
She had a dark brown skin, being almost black and had long curly black
hair. She knew the demon had arrived from Sal'dor. I had everything I
needed to continue my search, but realized that the poor girl would give
birth almost alone, with only her elderly parents to help. I decided
then, to stay for a while and help her have her baby. I was also curious,
and wanted to see what was expecting me.
I quickly became friends with Bia. I could well understand her
frustration and rage. She was interested in my stories about the places I
visited in my journey and I told her everything, except my sexual
experience with Jan. I was afraid she would understand why I did succumb
and accept my reality as a woman. Bia wasn't happy, but I noticed she did
cherish her belly from time to time, when she though no one could see
her. I guess the maternal instincts are stronger than any social
prejudice.
I payed close attention to everything that was happening to her body,
since I wanted to understand what I would go through myself. Five days
after I arrived, Bia's baby made a major movement inside her belly. Bia's
mother told us the baby had positioned for the birth, with the head down.
It was good news, since a misplaced pregnancy would be fatal without the
help of civilization. Even in my old village misplaced pregnancies
resulted almost certainly in the woman's death, since people would open
the girls belly with knives to extract the precious baby. If the girl did
have luck, she would heal from that wound. In places like Haltdoor, Nitry
or Brasilia there would be proper medical help, but even so, the risk of
infections was too high.
One week later Bia felt something falling from her vagina. It was some
sort of wax disk and again her mother informed us that was a sign of the
approaching birth. During this time Bia started feeling contractions, she
described them as if her belly became hard as rock, for a while,
releasing the stress in the following. Three days later, she was standing
when a jet of liquid fell from her vagina. It was time, she was entering
in labor. Me and her mother did bring her to a bed, changed her wet
clothes for clean dress and tried to make her comfortable.
>From us all only Bia's mother had some experience with pregnancy (her
own) so we were not well informed about how to proceed. She started
feeling more frequent contractions and also increasing pain as the
contractions forced the baby's head against her expanding vagina. This
process continued at least for 10 hours and she was tired and crying,
cursing the day she did meet the demon. From time to time her mother
inserted her hand in Bia's vagina and measured the dilation until she
said she was feeling the baby's head. We continued at her side, giving
her water, and even pushing her belly down, to help the baby pass.
Finally, 15 hours after it started, the baby head passed through and I
could pull him (it was a boy) outside using my hands. Bia's mother
quickly cut the chord with a knife and extracted the placenta from her
body. I stood up and brought the baby away from Bia. The baby seemed
asleep and I had no idea of what to do. Bia, released from the pressure
in her belly, began shouting:
"My baby, where is my baby?"
Fortunately nature is wise, out of nothing the baby began crying, showing
he was alive and well. We cleaned him from the residues of the placenta
and put him at Bia's side, who (only then) was smiling. The baby quickly
found the way to Bia's breast and began sucking. Her mood changed from
water to wine, she had been cranky in the last few days and now she was
effusive, caressing her baby.
I do not know what made me more afraid. The pain she felt or the strange
change of mood. I was terrified. "I would go through all that?", I
thought. I was in the fourteenth week of pregnancy and I had
approximately 25 weeks to reach that point, but suddenly this doesn't
looked that much time for me anymore.
I helped Bia for the next three days, but then it was time to resume my
search. I prepared my departure and Jos? helped me, restoring my
provisions. He told me what he knew about the way to Sal'dor, which was
almost nothing. I advised him he should try, whenever he could, to travel
to Brasilia to tell the people there about the fertile fields in the
wasteland. The city wasn't big, but they had a working political system
and I believed they could bring civilization back to that area.
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