Future Perfect - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Future Perfect - Chapter One

I had been on my own for several years. Not by choice. Not really. I had always been happy to be alone. I had never understood the "punishment" of solitary confinement. Now, I understood. The world as I knew it ended in early 2017. Nobody had been certain what exactly went wrong. People began getting sick. It started off with flu-like symptoms. After a couple of weeks, people lost consciousness and never woke up. Now, ten years later, the world was empty. My part of it, anyway. When things went to hell, my wife and I had been looking to move. The kids were all out of the house and finances were improving. We were looking to buy a farm and had found an old hippie commune for sale that had several buildings, a well, and garden spots already prepared. I already knew that it was empty. When my wife died, I buried her in the back yard and left. I collected my guns, all of the food that I had, and made my way out to the commune. Most people didn’t get buried. The stench in the city for the first couple of years was overwhelming. I kept to my new farm, grew my own food, and learned how to survive. Why didn't I get sick? I don't know. Before the talking heads all stopped talking, people were pointing fingers at China. Something in the food supply, they said. My wife and I ate almost exclusively organic food. A lot of it was grown locally. My wife, though, she liked to cheat. She would stop and get a hamburger here, or a soda there. Nothing major, but apparently enough. Whatever the ...

... cause, it didn't affect me. I hadn't seen anyone in quite a long time. I was tucked away here in the woods. I had looked for survivors early on, but hadn't found many. The ones that I did find weren't eager for outside contact. After the power went down, I liberated a fuel truck and parked it at the farm. I went and picked out a new pickup truck at the dealership and brought it home, as well as a Toyota Four Runner. It sucked being alone, but it was nice that people had died in their beds rather than on the roads. I could go anywhere I wanted, pick up whatever I needed. Of course, food was tricky. I had worked in a market that sold organic food, and I made off with all of it that wasn't spoiled. I rigged up a freezer and a generator for the meat. I knew it was a short-term solution, but it would keep me from starving while I learned to hunt and the garden came in. I missed my wife and wondered about my kids. They all lived in other towns. After the phones and power went down, I thought about going to find them, to know for certain. I never did though. The first year was tough. Learning to hunt, and preserve meat, putting in the garden and preserving all of that food, getting one of the houses livable. It took up all of my time. I didn't really have time to feel lonely. The second year, I began collecting dogs. I trained them to help me hunt, and they protected the farm from the packs of feral dogs now roaming the countryside. Because of the stench, I avoided the city for a ...