The Fall

*Authors Note*

This is by far the most ambitious story I ever wrote. I’m not sure it even belongs on here but it needed to be told. I wanted to write something more than just sex, I wanted to write a story, with characters, and hopefully depth. This story will include strong subject matter such as; death, rape, violence, occult subject matter, and suicide. If any of these things trigger you please don’t read this story. Please comment on the story if you read it, I love feedback and it shapes me as a writer. Other than that please enjoy my short story…The Fall.

The Fall

“Thump!” That sound made a loud noise that echoed through an abandoned shack. The walls are grim and dirty and the light is barely visible. The smoke from the fires are clouding whatever sky is left. Trent was exhausted from his hike to this shack. He looked out of the window at the ugly view of the world. He saw nothing to be desired. This is the end. This is the apocalypse.

            Trent collapsed on the floor, his boots covered in soot. He opened his bag and pulled out a Twinkie. Dessert for dinner was always a good choice. He then dug deeper into his bag and pulled out his water bottle. It was nearly empty. The water was not as clear as it used to be. Trent did not care. Water is water. As he sipped the last drop from the bottle, Trent leaned back and hit the floor. He slipped into a dream.

            *Before the Fall*

            “Damnit Trent grab Chris!” yelled Max as he grabbed his suitcase full of clothes. Max and Trent were headed out to a family retreat. They were already a day late. Max had to be on time. Max wore his best blue suit and his dark brown hair worked with the color. His hazel eyes and fair skin made the suit pop even more. He wanted to make a great impression on this retreat.

“Okay! Chris come here booger!” Trent ran as fast as he could and grabbed his little boy of 4 and swung him up in the air. They did a few airplanes all the way down the stairs of their two-story house.

            “Trent, we need to get on the road. We are going to be late!”

“Max, we have time.” Trent pulled his husband close to him and the men embraced each other. Trent gently grabbed Max’s face and put his lips on his lovers. The kiss the two men performed was sweet and subtle. It was love.

 “Dads that’s gross!” The little boy said as he laughed at his two dads kissing.

            “Get over here booger bear!” The two men chased their son around the house, for what seemed like hours. Life was beautiful.

*Back to the Fall*

            “No!” Trent screamed as he woke from his nightmare. Had it been so long. He almost forgot what life was like before the end. Trent grabbed his bag and put it back onto his persons. He looked at his soot covered watch. It still worked. The time was 7:15am. But from the look of the outside world, it was grey and dim. This is not what sunshine should look like. Trent slowly exited the shack and made his way back on the open road again.

            Trent was not meant for the apocalypse. He never thought he would survive as long as he had. His clothes were made up of a grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, and brown steel toe boots. His hair was medium length and his blonde color was now faded and almost seemed white. He was growing an impressive beard that was about 3 inches thick and covered half of his bottom face. This is not who he was. But what did all the vanity matter anyway? His time would end soon.

            Trent noticed a small gas station on his path. The place looked deserted but seemed to be untouched. He slowly approached and pulled out his Hunting knife from his pocket. He wasn’t sure if it was a trap or not.

            The station was dimly lit and covered in dust and ash. Life had been absent from this place for years. Slowly and steadily Trent entered the abandoned gas station. Inside he found clean bottles of water scattered throughout. Trent quickly picked up as much as he could and noticed a sign hanging in front of a bathroom door. Trent moved closer to the sign and it read;

            Dear Survivor,

My name is Marcy Woods. I am 36 years old at the time of this writing. My husband died last night and I too will succumb to my death. My son has abandoned us, as he should. I have left for you, all the resources we had left. I hope they will take you farther than they took us, me. We were part of an establishment in Gainesville, TX. They should still be holding strong. Do not head to the Supply Outpost in Virginia! It was a lie! Do not go there! If you happen to be brave enough please, end my life and take whatever you can. I was not meant to survive in this world. Maybe you are? I miss the sun. What do you miss?

            The letter had shaken Trent. He slowly unlatched the bathroom door and swung it open. Slowly a figure came moving towards him. A figure of a woman came towards his direction before the moans became strong. The woman opened her mouth to expose her rotting teeth and lunged at Trent. With a jab of his arm, his knife penetrated the skull. Marcy Woods was no more. He grabbed her pistol and whatever ammo she had and slowly made his way out of the gas station. His destination was the outpost. Was she telling the truth?

*Before the Fall*

            “That’s the third chooper I’ve seen in the past hour. What is going on?” asked Max who was driving at a snails pace in bumper to bumper traffic.

“Can we talk about this traffic first? When is this highway ever backed up? Colton is not liking this.” Trent reached around and gave his boy a squeeze on his chubby thigh.

            “Look! Another Fucking Chopper!” Max yelled as he pointed up at the sky.

“Language Max. We talked about that!” Trent said as he gave his husband a scornful look.

            “This does not bother you at all?” Max asked as he looked at Trent puzzled.

“A little. Maybe there’s a crash up there.” Trent looked at his smart-phone. Signal was gone. “Great, I lost signal!”

            “What do you mean you lost signal? We are still in the city limits.”

“Max, my phone just lost signal! I don’t know how much more specific I have to get.”

            “Better watch that tone!” Max said playfully.

“Oh yeah, what you gonna do about it?”

            Max leaned in and whispered in Trent’s ear. Trent laughed at his husband’s response.

“Promise?” Another chopper flew over them. Suddenly the air was quiet and still. A flash of light came from the horizon, the EMP fried everything. The apocalypse had begun.

*The Fall*

            Trent walked a two days journey. He was only 5 more miles from the outpost. He knew he was probably walking into a trap or an abandoned base but he had to see it for himself. Trent kept walking up the dirty terrain until he heard a noise in the distance.

            Trent ran behind some trees and his in the ash covered shrubs. He gazed out in the distance to see what was making the noise. He spotted an older woman and a younger man carrying a bag full of supplies. Trent grabbed his revolver and inserted the bullets. He had 4 left. Trent ran in front of the pair and pointed his gun straight at them.

“Don’t fucking move!” Trent screamed at the top of his lounges. The woman immediately out her hands up and the young man stopped dead in his tracks.

            “Mister, please we don’t want any trouble.” The woman pleaded

“Give me the bag now!” Trent demanded.

            “Mister we need these please. We have injured friends back home. I can spare a couple of medicines but we need all these supplies.” The woman began to tear up.

“Boy, open the bag! Let me see what all you have.” Trent gestured the gun towards the young man. The man slowly opened the bag and shook in terror.

            Trent looked at the offerings at the bag and noticed plenty of food. The medicine was scarce but he wanted the food. He also noticed some ammo cases as well. He pointed his weapon at the woman and decided to bargain with her.

“Give me one case of medicine and food and all the ammo. In exchanged I’ll spare both your lives.”

            “Mister please, we need all these supplies. There is more up at the outpost. You can get more there.” The woman was stern in her debate.

“No fucking way! Now I want all of it!” Trent cocked the gun.

            “Please! Please! We need these supplies. There is more up ahead! Please!”

“Give me what I asked for now! No more waiting! Yes or No!?” Trent looked the woman dead in the eye. The young boy was cowering in fear.

            “No.” BOOM! The bullet flew right through her head. Her body lay lifeless on the ground. The young boy sat in terror. Trent was not fazed.

“Now you’re mine too!” Trent grabbed the young man by his hair and pulled him away from his dead friend. Trent had some property to bargain with and supplies to last him his whole journey. With his property in tow Trent, the young boy, and the supplies made their way towards the outpost.

*4miles to the outpost*

            “Mister, the rope is too tight.” The young man had finally spoken. Trent had tied his hands together and removed all weapons from the young man’s persons.

            “Mister, I said the rope was too tight.” Trent moved towards the young man and slapped him hard in the face.

“Do not speak! Do not do anything! Do what I say when I say it! You are my property now! You have no freedom! Now, shut the fuck up before you attract those things our direction. Hopefully your dead friend’s body will slow them down.”

            “Mom.” The young boy whispered and he spoke no more.

*3 miles to outpost*

            Whatever light was lighting up the sky was no fading. His encounter with the duo had set him back something fierce. The first rule of survival was too not travel at night. Trent looked at his surroundings and scouted for a place to crash. His venture took him to small wooden barn. He had no choice, tonight this was home.

            The barn was falling apart. The doors were falling to pieces, the wood was but chipped, and the hay was almost completely disintegrated. No animal life had been present in years. This was a blessing in disguise. Trent had no desire to take on an infected animal. He moved inside the barn and began laying the groundwork for making the place more livable.

            Darkness had finally come. The barn was all but pitch black. Trent lit is oil lantern and it gave off a subtle light. It did not give off any indication of where the two men were camping at.

            Trent looked at the young man and he began to lay down. The boy looked of 19, dirty pale skin, raggedy clothes, and messy dark hair. His build was slim, partly due to food becoming scarce. Trent found his property oddly attractive.

            “Remove your clothes.” Trent ordered the young boy.

“What?” the boy looked puzzled.

            “Take off your fucking clothes!” Trent began to get angry. The boy realizing this did what his owner had requested.

            Slowly he removed his top exposing his dirty torso and hairless chest. The boy was quivering and started to whimper. His embarrassment was apparent. Next came his boots, the boy had no socks. Finally came the torn brown slacks to reveal nothing hidden underneath. The boy stood still as his owner gazed at his property. His cock was a nice size and nothing to be ashamed about. His pubic region was hairy and his soft 6 inch cut cock just dangled in the bush.

“Come here!” Trent motioned to his slave to come towards him as his slave did. He lay next to his master as he felt Trent’s hand began to touch his naked body.

“Is this your first time?” Trent asked nicely.

            “Yes.” The boy whimpered.

“Good, it wont be the last time either.” Trent grabbed a piece of cloth and gagged his new partner’s mouth. Trent spit in his hand and began to play his own 9 inch cock. He stuck his sticky fingers deep in the boy’s hole and began to spread him out. Slowly the boy screamed in pain and it made Trent even harder. Then with a quick thrust of his hips, Trent was deep inside the boy. Trent thrusted and thrusted, he was going to cum way too fast. The boy just moaned in pain, the feeling spit was drying up making it rough inside of his anal canal.

“Here I cum boy!” Trent let out a few moans until finally he released his seed deep inside the boy’s anal hole. The boy moaned in disgust and in pleasure. He could feel the warmness deep inside of him. Trent was not done yet.

            He pulled the boys legs up in the air with his pussy hole sticking up. Trent licked his middle finger and began to prod around in the boy’s hole.

“Now, give it back to me!” The boy could feel Trent plunging at his hole trying to get his cum to get out his ass. With a few more plunges of Trent’s middle finger, the boy let out a quick, “phew” sound. He was now squirting out the cum from his hole. Trent laughed at the ordeal, realizing it was causing the boy pain and disgust.

            This was not Trent, this not who he was. What was the world turning him in too?

*When the Fall started*

“Trent we need to go! Trent!” Max screamed as their hiding spot had been swarmed by countless infected.

            “Babe where is Colton? Where is Colton?” Trent looked around and his son was nowhere in sight.

“Trent we need to go. The school is overrun. We are running out of time. We can find Colton later. If we don’t go now, we are going to die.” Max shook Trent furiously to try to snap him out of his haze.

            “Okay, okay, let’s go.” It was not easy for Trent to let go but they had no choice. The infected were coming in from all side of the school. The window of opportunity was declining for a chance at an escape.

            The two men rand own the hallways avoiding people as much as possible. The sounds of people falling in agony and the sounds of flesh getting ripped from their skin was almost too much for Trent to bare. Max got them towards an exit and the escaped from the rear entrance of the school.

            The evacuation buses were leaving without them. They were taking people towards an outpost 1,000 miles away. Colton had to be on one of those buses, he had to be. Trent believed we was. The moans of the infected came from behind the two men. Max flipped one on to the ground and crushed it’s head with a rock. Trent shoved one back as far as he could and took off towards the buses.

            He ran as fast as he could, hoping that if his son was on one of those buses, it would be a sign of hope. Trent got as close as he could and from behind one of the seats he saw his son, Colton, staring and waving good-bye in his direction. Trent let the tears come down his face. His son had a chance.

            Max came up from behind Trent and moved him away from the open area. The school was no more. The two men ran as fast as they could till they found them safely away from harm. The stopped at a nearby coffee shop that was void of all life.

“I saw Colton, he got on one of those buses!” said Trent tearfully and full of joy.

            “See I told you he would be fine.” Max replied running out of breath.

“We need to go after them. We need to hurry!”

            “You have to go after them. I can’t.” Max slowly backed away.

“What’s wrong?” asked Trent. Max slowly removed his blue suit shirt to reveal a huge bite on his neck.

            “I’m losing blood fast. I saw what happens when you get bitten. You deserve not to see this. Go! Find our son.” Max collapsed to the ground.

“No, please no. I can’t do this without you. We are a team. Baby please, I can’t survive without you.”

            “You will make it. I love you.” Max kissed Trent for the final time. Max took his final breath and his life was over. Trent let go of his now dead husband and sat away from his lifeless body. The sounds of guns, bombs, and screaming filled the air. All Trent could do was stare up at the stars in the sky. He heard a moan come from his husband’s direction. Max’s body twitched, it was time.

*2 miles to the outpost*

“I’m cold mister.” Spoke the slave boy as he was now walking down the road with nothing but his boots on.

            “I already told you to shut the fuck up. I need your clothes more.” Trent had taken the young man’s attire and wrapped himself up in. The weather was getting colder.

“I won’t make it much longer.” Cried the young man.

            “I don’t expect you too.” Trent said with a cold tone in his voice. He meant what he said. He did not care about anyone or anything expect that outpost. He needed to see if it was still standing.

“Why are you so mean?” The boys question angered Trent. Tent was not being mean, he was being realistic. He grabbed his knife from his pocket and pushed the young boy on the ground. He held his knife to the young boy’s neck.

            “Mean! You think I’m being mean! No, I’m not mean. Mean would be me telling you that a quarantine center is safe, when in all actuality it’s nothing but an enslavement camp. Mean would be me fucking you, day in and day out for over 2 years all while getting feed human skin. Mean would be me holding you hostage while your son is out their missing and you can’t find him because some fat man is enjoying splooging all over your face while he laughs. I may be a fucked up individual but what else do you expects from a former slave whose been a prisoner for the past 7 years!”

            The boy said nothing and Trent realized his truth. He has been on this journey for 7 years. He has survived for 7 years, if that what surviving is. His only life has been being nothing but a sex slave used for fun. The things he had to do to escape are unspeakable but it had to be done. He was not mean; he was a survivor.

“I’m sorry.” The boy stated.

            “Don’t be. The truth hurts. It felt good to get it out. Truth is I am only doing what I’ve known for the last few years of my life. I know I killed someone you love, and I know I will have to pay for that choice. I’m ready to die, but I need to see if my son ever made it. I have to know.”

            Trent picked the young boy up and gave him his pants back. The boy acknowledged the kind gesture and spoke no more. They were almost there.

*The Outpost*

            Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all stood where the outpost once was. It was all ash and a few tents stood where a once central command center once stood. Trent realized that this would be it’s fate, but did not expect to see this.

            Bones littered the field of the wide open space. Hundreds of human remains lay on the ground. Some were clutching onto their children or loved ones. The sight was horrific to witness.

            Trent gazed at his surroundings and found nothing of value. His only hope was a tent, covered his dust, that was completely intact. He stepped inside and saw nothing of use. He saw checklists and daily logs of food rations and supplies but nothing of value. As he was about to leave he saw a picture of a group of survivors dated back 4 years ago. He opened the picture frame to see the names on the back.

“Sara, Malcom, Ford, Brewster…Colton!” He turned the picture around and saw his son’s beautiful face. He had made it to the outpost. He was safe, at least for a little while. Trent looked at the picture and noticed that the young man, who was his slave, was in the picture.

“Dalton. Your name is Dalton.” Trent said as he looked at the young man.

            “Yes, it is mister.” The boy began to shake.

“Dalton, what happened here?”

            “Mister you don’t wanna know.”

“Please tell me what happened here.” Trent began to tear up a bit.

            “Mister, they burnt the place to the ground. Only ma and me escaped. There was an outbreak up here. They thought they could contain it but it did not work. The children’s ward was first, then the nurse’s station, then the HQ. Sir, nobody survived here.” Dalton quickly shut his mouth.

            Trent in disbelief fell to the floor. His son was dead. Hope was beginning to flood from his body.

“Mister, I know I shouldn’t speak but I think you should know how he died. He was asleep when it happened. Most of the children were. He didn’t feel a thing.”

“PEW!” The sound of the gun shot ricocheted through the abandoned outpost. The infected from all over heard the gun shot and headed in that direction to investigate.

            Dalton’s body lay cold on the ground. Blood came running from his skull. Trent threw the gun into the woods and awaited his impending doom. No survivors the boy said and no survivors there would be. If his son had to die, then so did the world.

            The moans got louder and louder. Trent removed all his belongings and awaited his final moment in this living hell. This world was cold, bleak, and no longer full of hope. This world turned him into something he never thought he could be. He had killed more than the two people he encountered on the road, and he had to perform such deviant acts that even a reasonable person could not come back from them. This was the apocalypse; this was the end.

            The moans grew louder and suddenly the infected were upon him. Trent took his final look into the sky, the sun shined upon him. He knew this world was not made for him and he did not want to become any worse than he already became. With a final breath Trent closed his eyes and the bites hurt worse than they looked.

            Tearing at every part of his flesh, Trent screamed in pain and in joy. He was dying and he was going to leave this place for good. After a few minutes of losing huge amounts of blood, Trent, father/husband, was dead. This is the end.