The apocalypse was a "clean" one. That means that even though most of humanity was dead. The few that remained didn't have to deal with nuclear fallout or an asteroid induced permanent winter. No, the apocalypse was the result of a horrifying pandemic. It began as a somewhat disruptive illness that killed some of the most vulnerable. It mutated several times and became more transmissible. Then the unthinkable happened, it mutated into a nearly 100 percent deadly virus. We don't know for sure what happened after that since things went into complete chaos.
My name is Wendy. I turned 20 years old the day we moved into the bomb shelter. The only people I have seen for at least a year are my own family. The four of us survived only because we were preppers. We live in Sanford, Maine. We weren't sure if we had natural immunity to the virus or just were able to avoid any contact with it. It's a moot point now. With most people dead and gone, the virus should be gone with them.
Like I said, we haven't seen another person in over a year. We still guard ourselves against the possibility of violence but it's been nice not having to deal with it. There are probably other people out there, we just don't know how few and far between.
In the early days of the omega variant things were crazy. People dying from the virus, but just as many people murdered by other people. It was complete anarchy. We stayed in our hidden bomb shelter while desperate people ransacked our house above us. It was me, my dad Curt, my mom Cheryl, and my 18 year old brother, Tim. For nearly six months we stayed down there biding our time. Daddy had stocked our shelter with food, water, toiletries, medical supplies, books, everything we needed to survive. Daddy had thought of everything. We even had a HAM radio that Daddy and Tim used almost daily trying to find other survivors.
Being that the shelter was quite tight quarters for four people, my parents' love making was never a secret. The first two or three months our parents had sex under a blanket. My mother was not very quiet, in fact she was very vocal during sex. She suppressed her outbursts at first but slowly stopped being concerned about it.
After that, the blanket seemed to be a nuisance so that went away. We were certainly old enough to hear and see the sex act but our own parents? Still, being in a shelter for that long made us anxious and antsy. Sex for them was a vital outlet of stress.
For Tim and I, masterbation was a vital means to blow off steam and sexual buildup. One night I could easily see Tim jerking off while my parents were in the throes of passion. I thought it was sick at first but I ended up feeling the heat from my parents' noise and seeing my brother whacking off. Not only were my parents actions becoming a turn on but watching my brother's blanket fluttering up and down became another erotic appeal.
I had my forefinger and middle finger tracing circles around my clit. I looked over to Tim and he knew I was doing it since I didn't try to hide it. He knew that I was watching him do it too. We looked into each other's eyes as we came to release. It was sexy even if he was my brother.
It became a regular evening for us. Before long we started to move the blanket away so we could watch each other. His penis looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. So my parents are fucking in full force, not trying to hide it, making loud erotic sounds while my brother and I are masterbating with each other.
My thoughts and needs began to make me fantasize about my brother sexually. In my minds eye I'm touching, stroking, sucking, being sucked, and fucking him. His large phallus became the centerpiece of my sexual desires.
Now the highlights of our time in the bunker were the times my parents were fucking in front of us. One fateful day, as Daddy was deep into pounding my mother, he was facing a different direction than usual. His line of sight was towards my bed. He could certainly tell I was masterbating as I'm sure he knew we were doing regularly.
He locked his eyes on mine and made a move with his eyes that I understood to mean he wanted to see. I slowly moved the blanket back for him to see me playing with myself. He smiled quickly at me then roared as he unloaded into my mothers pussy.
My father has what I have to admit is an above average sized, well shaped penis. I started feeling jealous about my mother getting to be fucked like that. My newest fantasies involved my father taking me the way he does my mother.
We could have stayed below for two years, but that will drive you batshit crazy. Once the first winter was over and no people had been seen at our house for several months we felt it was safe enough to go up and get some sun.
Our first project once we came out was to go on scouting patrols. Two of us would go out in stealth mode. Either camo, or black if it was dark, was worn. We scouted further and further as we waited for planting season to arrive. Daddy had a stash of heirloom seeds that we would plant every year and replace them with fresh seeds. Daddy taight Tim and I how to garden from an early age. Maine has a pretty short growing season but fresh fruits and vegetables are a luxury.
Our father actually taught us every skill necessary to survive in the wild. From hunting and fishing to first aid and hygiene. Sanford has abundant wildlife to hunt and plenty of freshwater fisheries.
You wouldn't believe everything that's involved with prepping. Daddy spent a good deal of money prepping. He had a separate well with a hand pump like the old days. Boxes and boxes of candles, boxes of ammo, hurricane lamps, propane lanterns, propane tanks, a washboard, ropes, chains, you name it. A bank of 12 volt batteries that charged from the solar panels helped with some lighting and heating water. If we move into the main house again we will be able to burn wood for heat.
Our survival would depend ultimately on how we adapted to the new normal. No electricity, no gasoline eventually, and no stores. We needed to make our supplies last and bring in what we could from outside without putting ourselves in danger.
I never liked the guns that much, but I still learned to shoot them all. Now I'm glad I did. I haven't had to use a gun in self defense yet but I have confidence that I could. We all carry when outside our shelter. The most danger was during scouting runs. Daddy would go to the topo map on the wall and carefully plan out when, where, and what the mission was. At first we just wanted to see if anyone was still living near us. It was unlikely and it turned out our area was clear. Next we began scavenging anything we could from nearby houses. Unfortunately it was slim pickins since food was a big issue for non-preppers. If they hadn't died from the disease, then they began to starve. Those are the people that came around to ransack our house and everyone else's house. We still found other things we could use or stock up on.
Cars were still able to drive but it was a bad idea to use them. You draw too much attention on the roads and people could attack or follow you back home. Someday the old gasoline won't combust anymore unless somewhere somebody is running a refinery that will be the end of cars for a while.
Daddy was confident that our immediate area was safe for a few miles but would not let us let our guard down. Eventually we scouted the town of Wells and several nearby towns. We found lots of skeletons but no survivors. As far as we could tell, we were alone in this part of the state. That was for the best as far as Daddy was concerned. We didn't want or need anybody.
Daddy made the decision that we could stay in the house next winter. The firewood was replenished to a three season supply. Smoke from the chimney was our biggest concern but our house was now a fortress of sorts. All windows and doors were boarded up, barricaded, and had arrowslits (a slit just big enough to shoot through).
We had various warning traps setup in the woods. If anyone besides a Navy SEAL tried to get to us, we'd know it. We were done with stealth mode, we were now in fortress mode.
The scouting missions continued for two reasons, Daddy wanted to be sure nobody was coming into our area without our knowledge and we needed to expand the radius to be sure we were far from anyone.
We hunted, fished, foraged, and farmed. We smoked, dehydrated, pickled, and canned until we had a nice bounty stowed away. The next winter was peaceful and comfortable. The following summer we felt that life was becoming organized and routine.
Daddy called for a family meeting in July. He opened the meeting saying how proud he was of his family. Then he reviewed all of our accomplishments and where we stood currently. The current situation was excellent in his estimation.
He allowed us to recall and retell stories from the last couple years. We laughed and cried over some of the memories.
Finally he asked us what we thought about the future. Tim brought up some ideas he had for division of duties and rationing food effectively. When that discussion waned and nothing new came up my father took the lead again. He sighed.
