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Ostnordia at War - chapter 2
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- Ostnordia at War Chapter 2 – Slaves to Lambykins - I huddled in the wrecked shell of a fast-food place in the capitol with my two daughters, 18-year old Lena and 19-year-old Elsie. The flower shop and bank across the street hadn’t fared nearly as well, being pulverized by heavy artillery. Even the bank’s vault had been obliterated by a few direct hits. With all the dust, soot, and dirt, it was hard to tell my daughters’ hair had been blonde; like mine was before all the death, destruction, and filth. Two of the restaurant’s walls and a third of the roof were still intact, and the stainless-steel sinks in the kitchen had collected the last night's rain. At least we'd have water for a few days. When we found the place, all the food had been stolen or destroyed, other than a dozen two-kilo bags of uncooked French fries, which were starting to go bad. The three of us ate a lot of the fries in the last two days. When we found them, we were thankful for our first food in nearly a week, but I wasn't sure if we should risk eating them anymore. We were also getting very bored with just the uncooked potatoes. I opened a bag and took a sniff. The odor told me they were closer to being vodka than vegetables. I checked three more, with the same results. I reluctantly threw them across the street, to lure any animals away from us. I didn't see anything new as I walked back to our hiding place in the doorless walk-in cooler. My husband was recalled for Ostnordia ...
... Reserve Army duty a month earlier. A week after he left, our apartment building was set on fire by a rocket, and further bombardment destroyed most of the city. We hadn't seen any other people since an enemy tank rolled through after the attack. I worried a lot about what we were going to do. Elsie injured her ankle when she stepped in a hole, and Lena and I were just plain malnourished and tired. I could help Elsie hobble a few blocks, but there was no way we would get far. My girls were thin, far too thin. I counted in my head and realized we had only eaten five times in the last three weeks, other than the overabundance of fries. I looked at myself and saw I was a skeleton with skin. I weighed maybe 42 kilos, instead of what my husband called my "Fit and foxy 55". I had scouted a five-block radius the day before, and the closest thing I found to food was a decaying dog on the cratered ruins of a street. I started crying in desperation. I tried to stay quiet so I wouldn't wake the girls. I saw the inevitable. We were going to die, by starvation or some other way. I hoped they wouldn't suffer much more. I felt an urgent pressure in my lower abdomen, and ran to our bathroom spot half a block away. I barely made it there, and slid my pants and panties down, before a gush of disgusting liquid squirted from my butt. I saw what looked like tomato soup. NO! There was lots of blood in it! I double checked and made sure it wasn't a period. It was blood and had definitely come from ...