The wanderer 3: The lover

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Here is the third step of this series, still moving forward in time.

Submitted: February 16, 2018

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Thinking back, it had all seemed too easy. This plan was simple, clear, perfect. An aberration in this world.

Go in, find a truck, fill it up and get out. With the material they'd have brought back, the colony would have been able to launch its growth programm. The old woman, who was the first there, said she used to be an entomologist or something like that, and that they should copy the bees' way of building, with the appropriate modifications. First, under good guard, build a simple wall aound an area next to the original wall, then clean it up and start to occupy it. Reinforce the wall and proceed to the next hive when more ground is required. But for that, they needed construction materials, way more than what they had. And just a few miles away was an old storage filled with that stuff, which looked clean since the beginning. It was an easy job, so they had just sent him and with the newbies. He knew he could have been mad, being considered at the same level as them, but at least he had a chance to spend some time with the girl alone, maybe even to impress her! Obviously, he wasn't going to have much chances to do it now.

It had all gone well in the beginning The place seemed calm, no trace of the deads at all. They had founded a truck and he had offered to go in the building first to try and get the keys. What a stupid mistake. They must have tried to settle down in this huge storage years ago, then an infected had died inside and everybody must have followed quite quickly, so that there was no trace at all on the outside of the building. The real problem in this all was that he had opened the front door entirely before he had noticed them. And now, here he was, running his lungs out back to the truck. The girl was there, halfway in the cabin. "Get in! Get in!" He couldn't think of anything else. So much for impressing her.

He heard the order just in time. "Down". The old man appeared out of nowhere on his left. He fell forward as the hard whistling of a crowbar flew above his head. Trying to recover his balance, he leaped toward the truck, only to find her eyes laughing at him. He decided he was no laughing stock, especially not for her. Grabbing his hunting knife, he turned back, ready to lend a hand. "You shouldn't do that, you know, he doesn't need your help. And there's a higher risk of you getting killed for nothing than anything else." She was obviously right. What he was witnessing was nothing but a one-way massacre performed by a highly efficient monster. "You want some candies? Found them in the drawer." He took one of the sweets from the box she held up for him. He hadn't seen any for months. He was still a child when it had all begun, and the depravation of chocolate and candies had been quite harsh at the time.

When silence came back, they loaded the truck with all they needed and more before heading back to the colony. He drove the truck, her sitting by his side. They talked about everything and nothing. She was rather pretty. Not doll-like pretty, there weren't many of those left anyway, more a wild beauty who'd always know what to do. She was clever too. Probably more than he was. Way out of his league in the past world, but such notions didn't count anymore now. When they arrived, others took over to unload the truck. He as going to return home when she caught him by the shoulder. "Would you come in for a cup of tea, maybe?" Strangely, while coffee had disappeared very quickly, tea could still be found. He followed her with a smile on his face and a love song in his head.


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