[F4A] Founders Day (Post-Apocalyptic)

I can remember a simpler time in my life when things were just easier. I didn't have to worry about impressing anyone or living up to standards that exceeded my abilities. I could play in the backyard, run around with friends in the afternoon sun, play for hours until the streetlights come on. Not a care in the world as I rode my bike around the block, or to Hinckley Park. Family barbecues were standard highlights after church on Sundays. The smell of the perfectly charred burger, the sizzling of grease on cast iron grates, the taste of a perfectly cooked hot dog.

“Oh fuck yeah you like that don't ya, bitch?”

I remember my older brother telling me to be careful when eating watermelon because if I ate a seed, I'd grow a watermelon inside me. I remember Dad with a beer in his hand and a smile on his face, laughing with Mr. Haussler, his best friend. I can see mom, sitting at a patio table in her sundress, sipping margaritas with Mrs. Parks, Ms. Andrews, and Miss Cordova. The backyard was filled with pockets of people talking politics, new appliances, and even how well-behaved I was.

“Oh that's it, bitch, fuck back to me. Aww yeah!”

I can remember being happy and ready to take on anything. As I got older, I started to get into track and field. Even made it in the paper once or twice. I was good at it. It was amazing to take off across a field or down a trail like a rocket. To hear the pounding of my footsteps as the people next to me fell behind. I felt like the flash, to be honest.

“Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Oh yeah! Ugggggggggh!”

Things were different now, and not for the better. I have no idea why or how the world went to shit so fast. I was at a meet for track and field and had just finished stretching. When someone grabbed me and took me into a boiler room. There were several classmates and some of the opposing team. We were told to lay down, plug our ears and cover our eyes. We did as instructed and then we heard the first boom. People began screaming and another smaller boom came. After a while, the screams and explosions stopped. Soon it went silent. The man who put us in there told us if we wanted to survive we had to work together. We had to wait 48 hours then we could leave. This was the end of the world.

“Here's your soup. Same time next week?” he asked.

“Ya, just dial it back on the bitch thing, ok?”

“Sure thing… bitch.”

“Fuck you, Watson.”

“I like it when you say my name.”

“Easy tiger, get some fruit next time, ok?”

“Yeah. Oh! We need flour. Can you get us a pound?”

“I'll see what's doable,” I said with a smile as Watson and I kissed.

We had a good agreement, Watson and I. We meet once a week to trade food and supplies, among other things. We brokered this when we found out we were stealing from each other. As I put on my pack and loaded the cart I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Seriously, be careful,” he said.

“You too,” I said back, placing my hand on his. I lowered my lips to his fingers and kissed them softly.

I hauled the cart back to my group's area, a half-day trek back. As I crested the final hill just before sundown, I immediately smiled. A small town lay below me. Home seemed as fitting a name as any we could come up with, and we were 500 strong. I could see the wall we built. The homes we made, dotted hard-packed streets. The community garden and water stills are in the center. As I got closer I felt happy to be back.

“Open up!” came a cry from a watchtower. A long squeal of a metal hinge moving allowed me to safe passage into the town. The guards closed up behind me. I took my cart back to the supply depot.

“Good haul this week?” asked an excited voice.

“I got something special for you today," I said as I pulled out a small unlabeled chocolate bar and handed it to him. "How you doing, Bosco? Where’s Erin?” I asked as he inspected the unlabeled candy.

"Thank you!" he said, "She just went to help with the anniversary party. I can check you in.”

“Alright then,” I said as Bosco and I clicked through the supplies. “That's everything on the list, right?”

“Yep,” Bosco said as he reviewed the cart. He smiled and set his clipboard on a hook. “You going to go to the party?”

“Sure thing, but I need a shower first. I’ll see you there, ok? Let Erin and Saresh know I'm back.” Before I even finished he was gone.

'The Anniversary Party' I thought as I walked towards the small house that I had been assigned to me. I couldn't believe that it had already been 12 years. We were managing just fine and the town had flourished after we made peace with the other gangs and united up.

I set my backpack on the back of the kitchen chair and hung my coat on the hook. I pulled off the beanie I was wearing and tossed it on the table. I removed my clothes and went to the shower to wash off the grime from the days I had traveled. As the cold water cascaded over me I thought about the night's festivities and smiled to myself. "I'm glad I got that haircut before I left," I said out loud before grabbing the soap.

Tonight would be a night to remember.

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Hiya! Ladies/futa get preference, but Men are definitely encouraged! I made this so we might build upon my little world. It's loosely based on fallout, walking dead, and contains elements of a homebrew d&d campaign I wrote. I'm looking for LITERATE players. This should be a blend of world building and sexy time.

As for what I need from you: your name and gender stuff, and a small backstory. Are you new? Do we know each other? If so, how? Id like to feel a connection to you. I also would like to avoid being raided by some unknowns and taken as a breeding slave.

If you made it this far, what's your go to apocalypse meal?

Thanks for reading.

-B