I've always been into watching survival videos, especially the ones that deal with living off the land in extreme situations. So I have decided to do a series on surviving an EMP, also known as an Electromagnetic Pulse. I don't know how long the series will be, if it doesn't get much interest then I'll chunk it to the side. But I do know that all the characters in this story are eighteen years old and over. So join me in my little post apocalyptic adventure.
Most people can tell you where they were and when and what they were doing when a major event takes place. But I can tell you exactly what I was doing the day the world ended. It was spring break and I was on my way home from college. My stepmom Lilly had driven down from Hendersonville NC to Miami to pick me up. It was around nine o-clock at night and we had just crossed out of South Carolina and into North Carolina.
I was driving while mom was catching a nap in the passenger seat with it laid all the way back. She was dressed in a blue turtle neck sweater while sporting a black pair of "come fuck me" yoga pants. Mmmm yeah! I love it when she dresses in tights.
I thought my dad would be coming to pick me up, but as usual something came up and he was called away for some emergency meeting in Europe. To tell the truth I was pleasantly surprised to see that Lilly was still taking up my dad's slack at being a parent even though I was now twenty one.
My dad had been 31, when he married Lilly who then was just nineteen years of age. Me, I was ten when she stepped into my world. And for her to be so young I think she did a very good job at being a step in mother to me. She was patient with me even as I turned into a little shit in my teenage years. Gosh I put her through Hell too, which I'm sorry about now. I think it was because I had all these pent up sexual urges, I mean I was going through puberty at the time and yes I lust after my sexy stepmom so very much. And I still do.
Even at thirty six she's still fine as hell, with her shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. And thanks to her palates and yoga she still has that perfect little five foot one inch body. And she only weighs a hundred pounds and I swear most of that has got to be her tits and ass.
On the night of my eighteenth birthday I made a pass at her. It was right after the pool party and all the guests had left. Mom and I were just chilling by the pool in a double chaise lounge. She was dressed in one of those tiny black euro bikinis, you know the ones that are just three triangles of fabric held on by some dental floss. All my buddies were lusting after her during the party, and some of them would hit on her with these stupid pick up lines. Lilly would just ignore them and sip her vodka and club soda. I think she secretly enjoyed being the center of attention and she certainly wasn't getting any of that from Dad.
Well like I said I made a pass at her and I shouldn't have done it since she was two sheets to the wind. But lust will make you do some stupid shit. I reached out and put my hand on her left tit. Her eyes went wide and she turned her head to look at me. "Mason?!" she gasped and shoved my hand away, "What on earth?!! Oh my GAWD!" and with that she got up and hurried into the house.
I felt pretty damned stupid and embarrassed the next morning at the breakfast table. Dad had come home sometime during the night and he was sitting at the table reading his newspaper. I thought for sure that she would have told him what I'd done, but apparently she did not. In fact she walked around like nothing had even happened.
For years afterwards I couldn't help but wonder, why she never told the old man what I did? I mean she'd been so pissed! But the next day she acted like nothing ever happened. Like I'd never touched the softest tit I'd ever felt in my fucking life! Even driving right now I'm getting a hard on, just thinking about it.
Well anyways back to the event in question. The night sky suddenly turned a bright orange. And I thought for a moment that the sun must have exploded on the other side of the planet. But I didn't get to ponder the question for at very second the Suburban I was driving, (Lilly's vehicle) suddenly shut off. I mean the engine, the lights, everything just shut off! I fought the steering wheel and tried pumping the brakes but as you know if the engine isn't turning, those features are hard as hell to use. But I did manage to pull the big SUV into the emergency lane.
The sound of the tires hitting the rumble strips awakened Lilly and she wakes up in a panic and she screams and rightfully so because I steered the side of the Suburban against the guard rail to help stop us. Sparks were flying up from the right quarter panel along with the screeching sound of metal on metal but thankfully the big vehicle came to a stop.
All around us were the sounds of crunching metal and breaking glass as vehicles started slamming into each other. A semi truck careened into the guard rail right behind us and turned over narrowly missing us. The entire rig rolled over the guard rail in a hail of sparks and disappeared into the night. I didn't know how long the drop was but it had to be horrific for the driver and most likely fatal.
Lilly cried out and grabbed my arm and pulled herself against me as if I could protect her from the chaos.
"What's going on Mason!" she screamed.
I didn't get a chance to reply before something big slammed into the back of the Suburban. The force of the impact threw me against the steering and I cracked my head against the front windshield... and it was lights out for me (and no I wasn't wearing a seat belt).
I awoke to someone calling my name, actually they were screaming my name and shaking me by the shoulder. I opened my eyes to find that it was Lilly. It was daylight or morning, I didn't know which but I knew it was no longer night I felt dizzy and disoriented and it felt like the sun was stabbing daggers into my eyes.
"Oh thank, god!" she gasped and laid her head against my chest. "Oh Mason I thought you were dead!"
I sat up to find that I was still in the front seat, I looked at Lilly, "Mom?"
"Yes Mason it's me, honey." she said pulling my head against her breast and stroked my hair.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked.
"We were hit from behind. I was knocked out and so were you. "Oh god I thought you were..."
I pushed off of her and as nice as it was to have my face against her 38 DD tits, her pulling on me was seriously starting to hurt my neck. I took a breath and looked at her, "I know you thought I was dead." I placed my hands to my head and tried to get my bearings. Slowly the events of the previous night began to come back to me. I remembered the bright orange glow in the sky and how the vehicle lost all power and then the sound of all the wrecks taking place around us.
"Oh baby, I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Tell that to my head." I groaned. "Where's my phone?"
Lilly took it from her purse, "I found it on the floorboard. It doesn't work."
"What do you mean it doesn't work? I charged it before I left the dorm!"
She shrugged, "My phone is dead too." Lilly proffered by holding her phone up for me to see.
I pressed the power button on my phone and sure enough the damn thing wouldn't even power up. "Shit!" Did it break in the accident? I wondered.
I reached into the side pocket of the door and took out my charging cord and I plugged it into the USB adapter...Nothing, nodda, and zilch!
I tried to crank the Suburban and found that the battery was dead in it as well.
"What do you think is going on, Mason?" Lilly asked.
I shook my head, "You keep asking me that, mom. How am I supposed to know, I'm not a fucking mechanic!" I snapped and I instantly felt bad about it too.
"Mason, Sweetie there is no need for foul language!"
I nodded, "I'm sorry, mom but my head is killing me right now!"
"I was knocked out, too I have you know and you don't see me flying off the handle. So let's just calm down and think."
I gave her a bit of a sarcastic glance. Lilly was as dense as she was gorgeous and I don't think she realizes how screwed we really are. "Forgive me for being panicked, but from where I'm sitting we're kinda FUCKED!"
She patted my shoulder, "Relax, honey. I'm sure a state trooper will be along any minute and he'll help us."
I glanced out the window, there were cars everywhere as stranded as we were. "Well he's gonna have his work cut out for him." Looking at the cars I suddenly realized that there were no people anywhere to be seen. But there were plenty of dead people. One being the dead man in the truck behind us. He was slumped over the steering wheel. I cringed. Had his truck cut off, was that the reason he hit us? Damn it hurts to even think! I rubbed my temples.
