Suzy’s Strange Saga

You wake up to a body grinding up against you, an arm holding you tightly around your mid-section and warm breath blowing in your ear in between the kissing.

Not exactly what you expected, but it beats those Ground Zero advertisements.

“Well, looks like someone is feeling friendly this morning. When did you get here?” You ask.
“A little after midnight. It was boring and I would’ve rather been with you, but at least I didn’t see any of those things. You of course were already asleep so I just slept besides you the whole night. You’re a pretty sound sleeper, you didn’t even wake up.” Roger says.
“Hrm. Surprised you didn’t take advantage of my vulnerable situation.”
“I thought about it, but honestly by that time I was pretty tired myself. I actually haven’t been awake long. So they make you a waitress to help out around here?”
“Oh. This? No. They were just good enough to let me borrow some clean clothes. I won’t say everyone here has been social with me, but at least nobody has been hostile.”
“Hm. Well you look hot in that uniform.” Roger says and resumes groping you.
“Oh? You like this? Got a role play fetish eh?”
“Sure, and its short so I’ll be able to hike the skirt up for easy access.”
“Well that definitely is the practical side to it.” You chuckle.

Your laughter is turned to semi-surprise when Roger moves one of his hands under your skirt. You didn’t quite expect him to go there so quickly, but it isn’t unwelcome.

“Mmm yeah…”

It’s been like a whole week that you’ve gone without pleasuring yourself (let alone had anyone else do it) so as far as you’re concerned you’re about due.

You quickly start to undo Roger’s pants and few moments later your legs are wrapped around him and he’s thrusting into you.

“Oh shit this feels so fucking good…” you exclaim.

Honestly that’s not all you say. You say quite a few things fairly loudly and you don’t really care if anyone hears you. (Roger on the other hand is a bit more on the quiet side)

You don’t know how much time passes because you’re enjoying yourself so much and then you feel it.

“Oh my God! I’m almost there! Keep doing that! Harder! Faster! Oh yessss…” you exclaim and then the explosion.

Though not that one.

There’s a loud noise and a faint rumble, but you don’t really pay it any mind because you and Roger are more focused on the task involving each other’s fun parts.

A few moments later and someone starts banging on the door. At first you think its someone that’s complaining about you being too noisy, but they start yelling you two need to come out now.

“There’s a fucking nuke going off in distance!” the voice yells.
“What the fuck?!” Roger exclaims.
“What?!” You say.
“I said there’s a…”
“Yeah I heard! (Sigh) Hold on.” Roger interrupts.

That must’ve been the rumble and noise from earlier. Talk about a mood breaker.

“So…they finally went and did it.” You say.
“I guess so. Shit…I hope it wasn’t too close.” Roger says.
“We’d be all vaporized if it was a big one, so maybe it was just a little one?”
“The one they dropped on Hiroshima was a little one too.”
“Well I suppose there’s not much for it now. Our building is still intact so that’s a good sign.” You say trying not to wonder if you’re still going to be in the range of a fatal dose of radiation.

Roger starts to slowly get his pants back on and you pull your skirt back down.

When you both leave the room, you see Jasmine trying to calm her children down. A couple people are arguing. A few are just sitting in a silent state of shock. Henry is actually outside the diner looking in the direction of where the bomb must’ve gone off. You can see the lingering remnants of a mushroom cloud in the far distance even from inside the diner. You can’t help but hold on the Roger a bit tightly.

“I don’t exactly know how far or how big the bomb was, but I do know it went off in the direction of Fort Timons. Hell, that might’ve even been the target. Well either that or the city. Either way both of those places are probably radioactive ruins now and it looks like you saved my life too.” Roger says squeezing you around the waist.
“You think maybe this was just a way to get rid of those infected people? Maybe this is only occurring on a small scale?” you ask.
“I dunno. Maybe, but I get the impression this bomb was just one of many to the nuclear end of the big war that the Ground Zero ads kept going on about. Guess it doesn’t matter because I imagine things are going to be severely changing and the world as we once knew it is going to be much different. Harder for one thing.”

Surprisingly as frightening as this event is, you aren’t as filled with dread as you normally would be. Maybe its because after all the other craziness you went through this week, you could’ve ended up a lot worse off. Maybe you’re finally trying to find the silver lining for once in your life.

“We’ll handle it…together.” You say with certainty.

Roger looks at you and nods.

“We will.”

At this point Henry steps back in the diner and after calming some of the arguing truckers. He begins addressing the situation and stating that nothing has changed and that the situation is still the same, namely if people help, then they are welcome to stay. If not or if they don’t want to stay then they are free to go.

A couple of the truckers who apparently have families elsewhere do leave. Everyone else stays and the work towards creating a permanent new “home” is begun.

While you’re pitching in by doing inventory on the medical supplies you have you briefly wonder what would’ve happened had you not abandoned the carnival when you did. Could you have made a difference had you stayed like Roofie wanted you to?

You shake your head. You don’t mind helping out, but you know you’re no leader. Better to be safe and be around a group that you at least feel more comfortable around and so far that’s what you’ve encountered here at this truck stop. Most people here despite the highly stressful situation have still been pleasant with you.

Funny where one finds a place to belong.