Chapter 1: Snow
This is a little different then my other stuff but I like it. I am a gun-nut so if you are offended by firearms or the such please navigate away. This doesnt really get into the sex as im not the best erotic writer so im kind of moving towards the dramatic stories. Please comment and rate and suggest anything that should be changed.
I wrote this about my ex and for my ex until we broke up so i decided i should post it here.
Chapter 1: Snow
I awake under my blanket to the expanding pop of a can on the ground next to my bedroll. Rolling to my side I look at the clock ticking away. 4:30 AM.
"Well shit, looks like today is an early day." I say.
I roll the cover forward and sit up until my eyes adjust to the blackness of the basement that I've transformed into my home and hopefully permanent residence. Under a heavy blanket next to my bedroll is a small three-strap tactical bag filled only with a roll of silver duct tape, an MRE, and a baggie filled with hundred dollar bills.
I sling the bag over my shoulder and tighten the strap across my chest. The large metal door I've retrofitted to the top of my basement staircase is creaking under the weight of the snow above it until I grab the brand new M110 SASS from the bottom stair and push open the door.
The snow slides off and piles on the right with another pile of dirt and trash. At the moment a light snow is falling and it coats the ground evenly. I sling the rifle over my shoulder and unzip a pocket on my right thigh revealing a matte black FN Five-Seven with a five rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber.
The snow kicks up obscuring my vision more than it should as I pass burned car husks and open manholes along my pathway towards a small hideout buried in the snow like mine.
The snow starts to thin as I spot trashcan fires being huddled around by humans and furs alike who are rubbing their hands together and engaging in warm conversation as the snow barely phases there friendly personalities.
I walk past with waves as I put the Five-Seven back inside my pocket and come to a large metal door. I knock sharply as the cold rings my knuckles and punishes me for the knocking. I hear a lock slide across and the door creaks loudly opening to the smiling face of a short white tiger girl. Chloe to be exact is a pure blood white tiger we found running through the snow hunting vermin.
I smile back and step inside as he shuts the large door behind me shaking the floor with a rumble. I smack off the rest of the flakes of snow as I pull off my grey hoodie and adjust the white t-shirt that has become scrunched from the jacket.
"Chloe," I say, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Yes, all the time." She says.
"Well I love you." I say.
I always thought Chloe was the most beautiful girl I'd ever met and will ever meet and she still is.
I walk through the room and open a door on the left side behind an old couch covered in blankets and pillows. Through the door is a large room with walls covered in metal pegboards and loaded with rifles and pistols alike.
I walk past the assortment of arms and into the front of the small section of building. At the front is my friend-from-before-the-blast is Khariton. The shop room is filled to the brim with ammunition and assorted firearms what-nots. I pull out the Five-Seven and drop the clip and two others on the table.
"Fill her up please." I say with a creepy smile.
He looks at me with disdain and taps his fingers angrily on the tabletop expecting something.
"Cheap bitch." I mutter as I roll out a couple twenties in exchange for the valuable ammunition. Even after the nuclear fires had burned everything, money was still abundant and people still wanted it.
Humanities greed is an insatiable disease that cannot be quarantined or cured. And the easiest way to avoid infection is to play off others greed to assure your own safety.
Leonti takes the magazines and fills them up below the counter.
"Later Leon I'm going to set up a trip, and we might need your help so you're welcome to tag along."
I grab the magazines and walk out the front door stuffing my hands in my jacket as the cold wind sweeps over my face plastering it with many snowflakes that quickly melt and freeze again into a thin sheet of ice.
I nod with a smile to the huddled groups of furs and humans. Along the icy path lie the burnt out and scavenged husks of wrecked vehicles and houses, the collapsed roofs house small feral animals trying to seek shelter from the cold in the burnt wood and remaining insulation.
My feet shuffle over the snow and dirt leaving skid marks instead of steps in my wake. I slap the snow off my body as I come up to the large metal door lying in the decrepit ruins of a destroyed suburban home, my home, where my family used to exist and where so many memories remain unburied.
I lock the door above me and take off my jacket throwing it in the corner of the room with my bag and a pile of clothes. I sit down next to a matte black case and kick off the "doper loafers" (slip on shoes) I've modified with electrical tape and knee high socks to create a really mellow boot that keeps out water pretty well.
My basement dwelling facility is lit only by a few LED's around the room on the ceiling and on the walls all powered by a small solar panel that sits on a large stick high in the air on the outside. A car battery olds reserve power and also powers many other things that I can switch the cables to.
I spin the rifle on my back around to my lap and unclip the sling around my neck releasing the rifle to my lap. The small screws on the side of the scope come out easily from small welded horizontal sticks that remove the need to carry tools around.
The screws come out easily and I pick out a refurbished Eotech holographic to mount along the forward rails.
While screwing in the tiny bolts my LED's slowly turn brighter which means the snowstorm outside is now lifting and the sun will start to melt the snow away into non-existence. I finish the bolts and stand up to change into some more sunny-side clothes.
I lean the rifle against wall and shuffle towards another big metal box. Inside are the remaining clothes that I've scavenged from the pits of destruction and despair along with what I've kept from before the bombs fell.
I pull the long t-shirt over my head and slip on some shorts with another pair of regular slip on shoes. The shoes look like "Toms" brand but are just a generic brand that I picked out from a nearby Rite-Aid that is still standing.
The wind has died down and no longer howls at the door, I grab a big floor broom and push the door open once again but leave it open to hopefully ventilate the dank and dreary basement room.
Across the sky the clouds have dispersed and have retreated towards the mountains, forced back by the sun. The sky is completely clear and the sun beams down from above heating up my skin and the remaining snow.
I start to sweep the snow away from my bunker entrance just to make sure I don't get buried under dirt and dust.
The erratic weather patterns only come with the atmospheric changes that have occurred due to the war's destruction and collateral damage to the earth. The snow storm had lasted all night and had disappeared just as fast as it came leaving only white in its path.
The air heats up and my sweeping turns into pushing water around uselessly. In a huff I stop and lean against the broomstick surveying the open land before me. Most of the residential areas have been burned down or flattened leaving large plains of waste and whatever remains of the world.
A sense of loneliness sweeps over me and fills me with dread. I walk down the steps and put the broom against a wall. Over in the boxes I pull out a sparkling clean 1911 that I've kept in perfect condition for years. I stuff it in my waistband and lock the door behind me on my way out.
The sun is back, the snow is gone, and the full destruction of a world is in view. The ground is now covered in small patches of solid ice and long puddles of mud in the dents on the ground surface. I walked all the way back to the town to find everyone gone and the trashcan fires put out.
Most everyone is probably back in whatever home or residence they have constructed, snoozing soundly since our town has no curfew in order and anyone can do as they please.
Again I return at the large metal door looming above me. I open the door by a large handle and slowly push forward eliciting a deep groan from the overworked hinges. I peek inside and cringe as the door groans once more as I shut it behind me.
I kick off my loafers and silently tread deeper into the dark house. My eyes quickly adjust and the entire room opens up to my full view showing little in the way of decoration but still having a cozy feel. Carpeting under my feet is a rare feel nowadays and it's a very welcome reprieve for my tired achy feet.
The strings wiggle in between my toes every time I take a step coaxing a deep sigh of content from my lips. I peek around a corner to find nothing but a coat closet and more fuzzy carpet but when I turn my head back I'm face to face with a very angry and very sleepy tiger.
"Uh I was just here to uh see the uh new carpet and it's uh really soft..." I sputter.
The scorching look tells me she doesn't buy my subtle sex joke and she does that girly stand that girls do, you know the one? Where they fold their arms and bend one leg slightly? Yeah she did that one.
"I love you?" I squeak.
The looks turns down a couple degrees and I take this opportunity to go on for the kill. I grab her hips and hold her tight against me before looking deeply into her eyes and placing my lips against hers in a pseudo-romantic kiss. Immediately her body melts into form with mine melding into one solid shape.
I slip one hand over her rump and under her legs lifting her up and carrying her back towards the door and putting her down softly on the equally soft couch. Her fur glistened in whatever light has seeped through the cracks.
In this entire movement I didn't release her from the lip embrace I had locked her into unfairly and she was accepting it quite well. Our tongues danced back and forth fighting for the right of better kisser and who could be the winner. As I maneuver on top of her on the cushy slim bed her lags jut out and wrap around my waist pulling me closer to her ensuring a release is not on the agenda.
I pull my head back only to take a breath and she takes this moment to pull off another one of those girl moves that I will never understand. In a split second she pulled off her jacket and unclipped the rubix cube of a bra she had on and flung them off to the side into the dark.
I never understand bra clips and I never will. Following her moves I rip off my shirt and engage back in with another heated kiss. Her small tongue roughly presses up against mine and I can feel every single sandpaper bump run across my lips as she takes her feline apparatuses to the advantage.
My hands roam across her bare fur from her sides, to her stomach, and finally up to the shapely mounds piled atop her chest. As my hands explore her chest she moans into my mouth softly. Her small pink nipples poke out of her short fur begging for attention as I pull back once again to only move down and pass my mouth onto her supple breasts.
I move my lips to her left breast and softly suckle on the pink nipple poking out from her fur while massaging the right one with my free hand.
"Ohhh good goddddd.....ughhhh that feels good don't stoppp..." Her requests were easy to follow.
My left hand moved from her breast down to the edge of her pants. I pull on the drawstring and they fall limp on her waist and allow me an easy entrance to a more pleasurable area.
I slide my hand down the inside and stroke her thigh softly enjoying the soft fur that covers her entire body and gives her just that much more beauty. I trace the outline of her leg slowly and bring my hand up to her nether-region. A quick gasp told me I had her right where I wanted her.
"Do you want me to?" I said.
Even after having many sexual encounters before I still found myself asking them for permission, I never really thought about it but it always reassured me that they wanted me to. In a way it made me feel closer to whoever I was with.
"I don't care." She whispered.
Immediately I retracted my hand and sat up looking at her through the darkness.
"Wait what do you mean you don't care?" I raised my voice a little too loud and it came out like I was angry.
Her face went from bliss to fear in a matter of seconds. Her lip started to quiver and I could see a glistening ball form around the edges of her beautiful eyes. I knew what I did was wrong and my heart stopped as she slapped me right across the face slicing my cheek open in multiple places.
I clutched the left side of my face as a deep stinging pain bellowed through my entire head from the blunt force. The last thing I saw before I covered my eyes was a white streak running back into the darkness of the house.
I knew I had hurt her...bad. I took my shirt off the floor and pressed it up against the deep gashes on my face. She had a right to hit me but I don't think she meant to use her claws. I wasn't hurt bad but I knew I would have some nasty scars for awhile. As I placed pressure on the bleeding wound I heard soft whimpers come from deeper inside the dark building.
The pain drifted away as my guilt built inside of my stomach, tying it into knots. I picked up her clothes and started to walk down the hallway leading to a darker part of the house.
The carpet felt wonderful but I was still walking blind through a maze of hallways trying to track down an echoing whimper that sounded like the house itself was having a breakdown. Eventually I found a door where I could hear the short bursts of sobbing quite clearly and decided Chloe was inside. I opened the door slowly and placed her clothes inside and closed myself out.
I knew she needed to be alone and trying to talk to her would only make things worse. I navigated my way out of the maze and laid down on the couch to wait.