The New Millenium

Chapter Seven: Here We Go Again

Small droplets of rainfall and drip down my forehead and neck. The booming sounds of thunder pounds through my body. The droplets start to get harder and faster. A warm feeling comes over me as Braxton wraps his hands around my pregnant belly. The baby is kicking more often now; sometimes twice a day. I can see my belly grow and transform. It really is a miracle. I heard in artificial pregnancies that you are so numb from the hormones and drugs that you don’t feel anything, don’t get emotional but most of all, you wouldn’t feel your baby move. The miracle of nature keeps finding me in new ways, through the rain, pregnancy and the animals. Sometimes I wonder what would of happened if the Wars didn’t occur. If the leader of the free world decided to hold fire and if the miracle of natural childbirth was treasured by the few who remember and if the disease that killed more humans than any other virus known to man didn’t infect anyone, the world would be in a much better place.

According to the minimal fragments of history that remain, in the year 2056 the world was destroyed and masses of the population were killed. The leaders of the world decided to spark war in most countries and destroy what was left of the developed nations. They apparently did this in hope to restore equality to all citizens of the world. Towns, counties, cities, countries and continents were destroyed and any inhabitants weren’t shown mercy. It was a blood bath, a massacre, which only a few cities were spared and from those cities they built a new life and began to create the disease. Many types of weapons were used in this war; many of them were used to target a larger scale. The only country we know that suffered from a bio-chemical weapon was a small country of the coast and most believe this bio-weapon started the infection. The infection lasted for two decades, well before I was born. But from what I understand, the leaders wanted a more economical way of destroying all evidence of the War, including the mutilated bodies and remains of human flesh. The masses of bodies that would have laid motionless and cold in the elements for years would have taken years, if not decades, to dispose of.

The disease was a flesh-eating virus that was used to destroy any human remains. It’s a bacterium that is meant to consume dead flesh and process it until it is absorbed into the atmosphere. One of the faults with this virus is that everyone believes it was only tested on dead flesh and no one had any idea of the consequences of the bacteria meeting with a survivor. Until the year 2077, any survivors that inhaled or came into contact with the virus became a mangiare carne zombie. These humans fed on the flesh of others alive or dead. There were millions of survivors, more than anyone could have thought. This air-borne virus continued to devastate the world even more until a cure was created and those infected were terminated. Other than that, that’s all I know about our past. That’s all my Mother had time to share with me. My Mother knew a lot about our history, perhaps even too much. 

A flash of lightening shattered my train of thought and I entered reality again. It was like I just had a nightmare and I was revaluating my life, who I was, where am I and who I was with. I hate that feeling. Braxton laid his head on my shoulder and I rested my head on his.

“Babe, I think we should go and try to find some books or something about natural pregnancy” I stuttered, unsure of what his answer will be.  “I just don’t know what to except and it scares me”. Braxton looks at me sternly for several long moments then finely looks defeated.

“I guess we could try but it will be extremely difficult. I will call some of the guards which have families around here and see where we can reside” I nodded hesitantly.

We agreed to leave the next morning on sunrise so we had hours of daylight before we will arrive in the next village. As Braxton planned our trip I gazed out to absorb the view before we ventured to the next place we’ll call home. What if we don’t see scenery like this again? Braxton saw the hurt and anguish on my face and started to wrap his arms around me. That warm feeling filled me again and I hugged him tighter. He slowly released his grip and gazed into my eyes. His stare was overpowering and I knew exactly what he wanted. In the glow of sunset and the cool breeze was blowing across my body and caressing my skin, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer to mine. Quickly and passionately I forced his lips against mine and grabbed his shoulder tightly. He moaned as we continued our perfect moments, which turned into minutes. We stumbled across until we reached our tent and we both lay on the bed. I let out a few moans, not just from pleasure but also from pain. My large round belly now protrudes from my pelvis and I can feel the baby squirming. I said I wouldn’t do it with my belly but I want too; I need too. I crave him, I crave sex. I want him inside me.

Braxton zips the tent and meets me on the mattress.  He grasps my hips and pulled me closer. He suddenly pounces and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue to mine. He grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it off his sculptured body as his arm muscles rippled in the process. Then he removed his pants. The whole process was stimulating and I could feel tingly in places I haven’t before. Braxton then grabs my dress around my waist, his touch is electrifying and sends pulses throughout my body. He slowly pulls the dress of my belly and around my head, throwing it to the corner of the tent. Just the mere sight of him makes me hot and my face turns pink. Maybe the pregnancy is making me want him more or perhaps I am just overwhelmed by my feelings for him. He leans closer until his lips are a breath away from mine.

“What position can we do?” Braxton asked sensually.

“I’m not sure. You guide me; do whatever you want to me” I whispered with my warm breath into his ear. Braxton gave me a smug smirk before he guides my hand onto his penis. A few moments pass and when he is pulsing slowly his fingers slide inside me. When I begin to moan and groan and suddenly my back arches in pleasure. I let out a small screech as my head explodes of pleasure and my body’s tension is released. Blood rushes to my face and my desire for him increases.  He pulls me on top of him and turns me around so my back is facing him. I lift myself carefully and he places his erect shaft inside me, sliding into the perfect position. I moan, and he moans too. He moans louder. Moments pass of pure pleasure and waves of blood rushing to my face. He grabs around my body, my breasts. He caresses them and kisses my neck. This time it’s different. This time I can focus on the pleasure and not breaking the rules. His moans and scratches down my body makes me breath harder. His breaths get deeper and I could feel desire pulsing through his body and I knew he was reaching climax. I move a little faster and a few moments later he slows down and kisses my neck and down my back.

I turn to face him and I see the pure happiness in his face. Breathing heavily he guides me to lay beside him and he strokes my face and up my arm softly. We stare into each other’s eyes for moments, that turn into minutes. I’m not sure how long it was until I fell asleep in his arms but I woke suddenly that morning. I woke to unfamiliar sounds but my intuition tells me something isn’t right.