The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH25
It took us three days to clear the land to be useable for play. It
would be something that would take a lot of time doing. It is not as if
we had a big store to go to for weed killer and garden supplies. The
Army provided as much as they could, as fast as they could, but not
everything was considered vital to survival.
Travis spent every night with me. I did not mind too much. It seems I
forgot everyday was Saturday because there were no schools. Something I
started complaining about to dad… Actually, all of us started
complaining. I did not even understand at first why, of all people, I
would complain. It came down to the fact that we had grown bored. We
wanted some type of normal life again.
We started spending each day volunteering for some duty on the base. I
continued working in the hospital but now I went to work at nine am
every morning, and did not leave until the last truck arrived for the
day. At some point that week, I became aware. It was as if the last
twelve years seemed out of focus, and suddenly I burst into the real
world. Growing up we constantly ask questions about the world. Then
after we get so old suddenly, even as confusing as it gets, we are
aware of what we have been taught. I was at that point.
Bodies were no longer being brought into the base. What was being
brought in were corpses, things that used to be humans but because of
the heat and bugs, no longer resembled anything I was aware of.
Gun battles outside the airbase had all but ceased. Those that were
alive gave themselves up without resistance. The people of the
para-military leadership outside the legal authority were completely
crushed.
As the days wore on, convoys of trucks would load up people from
tent-city and the trucks and drivers would be gone until that night,
coming back empty. The people were getting homes in a safe zone
somewhere. Several truckloads of food, people, belongings, with an
armed military escort left before dawn each morning and would return
between 8 and 9 pm each night.
One day there were soldiers outside the club and I heard a few of the
drivers talking. “Now I feel good about being in the service, we are
finally helping people start over and give them something to live for.”
The group toasted to that. They loved what they were doing now, most
had been on the death details, and as the large cities were being
cleared out, the driver’s duties became home movers instead of picking
up the dead. For that, they were thankful. Yes, other drivers would
pick up the dead, but at least now, some of them were doing other
things.
Ninety-nine percent of the population that died had died at home.
Roadways, stores, churches, theatres and other gathering places were
vacant at the end. Those that did raid stores were well enough to leave
the house and return with their goods. Even at that, most stores had
been emptied before Black Sunday. It happened so fast, no one was
prepared for the loss and devastation.
Justin and Chase and Joey helped in tent city. Whether they had
shoulders for people to cry on, or getting supplies for people, or just
cleaning things up, they seemed happy with what they were doing.
Tristan worked in the laundry making sure clothes were marked and
clean, and sometimes replaced if need be. Travis, Chase, and Mattie
kept the little kids occupied, taking care of them. I was pretty proud
of the three of them, but when they came home, they were exhausted.
Declan, Benito and Greyson, were still out of the picture and in the
hospital.
I guess it was no surprise when Mattie came down sick. He was never a
strong one in the first place. When that Private told me to go to the
Emergency room, that one of my family was sick, I knew it was dad. Of
course, it was not, it was Mattie. When I arrived, dad was there and
Mattie was in a bed with an oxygen mask on.
I grabbed dad, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Mattie has asthma Stevie. He didn’t tell any of us and he has gone
awhile without an inhaler. Once we get him over this he should be
okay.” Dad answered, but did not sound convincing.
“What is it?” I asked.
He brushed back his short hair with his hand, “Mattie should not have
been born with asthma at all, so we are at a loss of what happened.”
Although asthma was as common as it was in the 1900′s I did not
understand how dad felt that Mattie should not have it at all. Still
there were kids born with it, at least before the flu. Now with him
sick it even made it harder to communicate with him. English or not,
most of the time no one could understand what he was saying. The family
had a hard time with it, imagine what it was like with people he would
just meet.
If Mattie was a prime example of someone that spoke English in England,
it was a place where people had trouble communicating at all. It would
be like listening to the Welsh or Germans with every word.
Granted most Americans could understand the verbal English and German,
even though they did not understand every word, but having someone that
spoke gibberish from South London or Northern England… or worse yet
someone from Liverpool was like talking to a Welsh sheep… unfathomable.
But we were working on it, trying to get him to create full sentences
that actually made sense. After all they did claim to know it all, but
you have to wonder how, when they could barely communicate. We presumed
correctly that it was the reason they did not talk much.
Tristan’s mom was the same way. She said she had a different style of
communication. You bet it was different, aggravatingly different!
Instead of starting at the beginning of a story she would start at the
end. You would have no idea what she was saying, or talking about… For
instance… `They were at the garden party.’ Huh? Who? What are you
talking about? `Let me finish and you will know! I am talking about Pat
and James Eversol.’ It drove us up the wall… Mattie did the same thing,
expecting you to read his mind… maybe in England communication became
so bad they had to read minds, I do not know, but you add the above
example with Mattie’s accent and you had a giant communications gap.
But there he was in bed, sick. I reached under the oxygen tent and held
his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me, “I fucked up huh?”
“You have a potty mouth Mattie and I am going to wash it out when we get home.” I smiled back.
“I don’t even know why they are keeping me. I can breathe just fine
now, and the General says they will get me an inhaler.” He said.
“They are going to take x-rays and I guess they are waiting on the
blood tests.” Then I heard the rest of the family come in behind me and
surround the bed. They all started talking and I stood up and went
looking for dad.
He was in his office talking to some other officers, “The Phoenix Metro
area is not secure, and there could be hundreds of people alive out
there… somewhere. We cannot evacuate the base until every living soul
is found. I don’t care what the President says. We need at least a
small contingent here to process everyone and send them to Holloman Air
base.”
“The General wants us all to evacuate. We have given the people plenty
of time, and even gave the bad ones amnesty.” A Colonel answered.
I could see the base commander sitting in dad’s chair, dad was standing
as were other officers. A few were seated. The Commanding General
spoke, “We cannot keep doing house to house searches, and there are too
many dead to deal with. We just finished Tempe and had over 100 of our
men wounded from trying to help those people.”
“Then I will have the White House start playing a new public service
announcement, one that will explain we will move out and they will be
left behind with rot and disease, and no chance of help.” Dad said, “We
have weeks, maybe months. Many of these people will come in of their
own accord, if given the chance. They don’t want their sons and
daughters to die out there; they just need to feel safe. So instead of
going house to house, I suggest just having patrols out there with red
crosses on their arms so people get the idea it is safe to come out.
That is what I will tell the President.”
I stepped away from the door and left the hospital to think about what
I had just heard. Many of my friends could still be out there. Many
families and friends of families could still be there waiting for help.
A horn honked and I looked up to see semi-trucks coming into the base.
They had heavy equipment on them, bulldozers, backhoes, earthmovers,
and the like, hundreds of them. They were only there for an hour, and I
watched the truck drivers get back in the big rigs and drive off in a
convoy headed east. One well-armed helicopter flew above them.
Travis came out of the hospital and sat next to me. He was quiet for a
long time, and then said, “You are thinking pretty hard Stevie.” He
looked down at my shorts and copped a feel, “And you are not thinking
about me. So what’s up?”
I brushed his hand away, “I guess because you are so much smarter you
don’t have to think about anything. It’s just stuff we have all talked
about before. The flu, what are we going to do now, how things will end
up.”
“In most books and movies usually people end up as zombies or just
disappear… or are chased down by machines with a vengeance. Only one
book I read back in the sixth or seventh grade… sorry I didn’t mean
that like it sounded, but anyway the book had two major powers. A
nuclear bomb went off killing all the bad people and a little group of
good people survived.” He said aloud.
I smiled and looked at him, “You want the bomb, zombies, or for everyone to disappear?”
“Oh you are so funny. Do you want one of the disappearing movies; or
the flu ones that you don’t have a choice of who dies or; or the Zombie
movies where eventually everyone is bit… although I don’t know how long
they last after the last person is eaten. Really, there is no sense to
being a zombie. So I guess what happened should have happened, if
anything should have happened at all.” He said as he watched soldiers
walk nearby with their prisoners. Then he smiled, “What I Do want is to
be inside that hot little butt of yours.”
I looked at him and ignoring the part about my butt I said, “I am not sure what you said makes sense but I’ll agree to it.”
He smiled and then shrugged, “The butt part or… did you ever ask yourself why this happened and why it was so deadly?”
I gave a half smile, “I don’t know why it happened, but I think it was
just time, or maybe it’s the beginning of something else. I guess it
will bother all of us for the rest of our lives.”
Travis stood up, “That is not what you are thinking about though
Stevie. I don’t know exactly what you are thinking but I wish you would
tell me.”
I looked up at him, “I just have weird things going through my head, and I feel lost.”
“Weird things like what?” He asked.
“Well, things like the trucks that come in with prisoners. They don’t
stop at the hospital. They are taken directly to the judge, if there
actually is one. No one ever sees them. Then things like the people on
the outskirts of the city… probably all the cities. How do they know
what is going on? Maybe hundreds are being kept by militants or
downright nuts.” I stopped, realizing I really did not know what I was
talking about, then again, maybe I did.
The other guys came over to us, Tristan announced, “He fell asleep. What are you guys up to?”
“Stevie is telling me there needs to be some changes. Go on Stevie tell us.” Travis pushed for more.
“Well for one thing, we are with the real U.S. Army, and we have Air
Force and Marines and even Navy people here, but most are Army, what
about the other areas? I mean, did people break off because they were
lost and took control of things? Maybe they are using fear to control
people? Who knows what people like that could do to others.” I threw
out.
Justin cocked his head, “You mean like the high school gangs?”
“It could be even worse than that Justin. Just because a few good guys
at our school survived, and let’s face it not all ten of us survived,
doesn’t mean that everyone out there, or even at tent-city is a good
guy.” I explained, “If there are people like that out there, thinking
they were with the real government soldiers, they couldn’t do anything
about their situation. They would be helpless.” I stopped and pointed
to where the firing squad area was, “For instance, we have no idea what
is going on over there, or how many are killed every day… and worse yet
we don’t know why they are being killed.” I stopped for a minute
realizing I said something I didn’t mean, “What I am getting at, is if
things are going on here we do not know about, then what is going on
out there?” I pointed beyond the fences and barbed wire, “Are those
fences to keep us in, or bad people out… or both?”
Oddly, none of them laughed at me. I waited for what seemed a very long
time for someone to be a smart ass, but no, they just looked at me.
Finally Joey smiled, “Well Stevie, you are right, and now since you
know what we have all been thinking, you can tell us what to do to make
everything right.”
I stood up, “Don’t be cruel; there is nothing we can do. I have been
trying to figure out a way to get us back to our real homes to get
pictures and things like that of our families. I can’t even do that and
you guys want me to save the world.”
Tristan and Travis piped up at the same time, “You didn’t ask for help either.”
The others chimed in and I looked at them as if they had lost their
minds. Joey shook his head, “We may be just kids Stevie, but there are
things we can do. For instance, haven’t you noticed how the soldiers
look at us? They stand at attention when we come near, even if they
don’t salute. That’s not for us, that is for you. You have already made
a difference in a short time. Who was it that got the hospital and
tent-city induction set up so it worked right? It was you.”
Tristan smiled, “Who was it that got team sports going on the base and tent city? That was you.”
Joey smiled, “Who was it that got stuffed animals for all the kids? That was you.”
Justin grinned, “There is a lot more you have done. Probably some of it
we don’t even realize, but we know the people in tent-city ask about
you, ask us to give you messages. The people, kids and adults, in the
hospital wonder if you have time to come by and see them. I bet if you
ran for president you would win.”
Now I was embarrassed, “We have a president and I am not running for any offices.”
Travis started grinding his foot into the gravel. I looked at him, “What now?”
He rubbed his nose and stood behind Tristan, “We had everyone sign a
petition to make you honorary mayor until an adult could be elected.
Everyone on the base signed it.” He started talking quickly, “They were
dragging their feet with the election, saying that no one qualified,
well the people think you qualify, so that is what we have been doing
the last few days while you were doing your hospital stuff. That is why
we have been at tent city and at the gates so much during the day. So
don’t be mad because I told you, we were all in it. I don’t remember
who thought of it though.”
Everyone looked at Tristan. He blushed, “It was the only thing to do.”
They looked at me a few minutes while I tried to think of something to
say. I sat on the rock and looked at them, “Thank you guys, but I don’t
think that is going to happen. I think we will be leaving here soon,
and they will already have a mayor somewhere else. I can’t believe you
guys did that. They would elect a twelve-year-old mayor? You guys have
lost it, but I understand, I think. Thank you.”
Chase stepped up from behind, “Stevie, they already elected you mayor.
I just left a staff meeting, the one that you walked away from.”
Everyone looked at the snoop, “What else did you find out?” Tristan asked.
“They do plan on moving us, but they don’t know when yet, but they want
to rush to get to a bigger air base, or at least one that is nicer.”
Chase repeated what he heard at the meeting.
“That is where everyone in tent city is going. If you haven’t noticed
only kids and families of ummm… military people are left outside,
except for some like Declan, Benito and Greyson who are still in the
hospital.” Joey almost shouted as if a revelation just touched his
brain.
Travis stopped them and looked at Chase, “What do you mean they already elected him mayor?”
“Well some other guy wants to be the official mayor so they are going
to have an election next week. They are going to announce it in the
morning.” Chase frowned, “Don’t tell them I told you, please?”
“No one is going to tell on you Chase.” Justin said, “Did you hear anything else about the election?”
“Just that you both have to give a speech, then the next day people
will vote.” Chase smiled, “This is only happening here as a test to see
what happens. There was a high school guy that wanted it too, but I
guess the people didn’t like him to well, he only got like twenty-five
signatures.”
I laughed, sort of, “Okay I’ll give a speech but you guys don’t get all
bent out of shape over this. They are not going to elect a kid.” I said
as Mac walked up to us.
He took off his officer’s hat, “Stevie is right, chances are they are
doing this to make it look like kids have rights, but they are only
letting those eighteen and up vote, which gets rid of over seventy-five
percent of Stevie’s signatures.”
Tristan became agitated, “That is not right at all!”
Mac shook his head and grabbed Tristan lightly, “I know my friend, but
the law says you have to be eighteen to vote, and that a candidate has
to be twenty-one.”
“No!” Travis yelled bringing attention to us from others nearby. “The
airbase is not Phoenix proper and has no mayor, and it has not received
recognition as a city. That means that there are no rules on age for
the mayor, or the voters.”
We all stared at Travis and he continued excitedly, “But that leaves
something else no one has thought of! There are no congressmen or
senators alive in this state or any other that we know of, so we don’t
have Stevie run for mayor at all! We use write in votes to change the
state age for voting, change the state age of the candidates…”
Mac interrupted, “I think you should make those plans but hold off on
them a couple of months. Even if voted in, and please listen to me,
Stevie should not take the position of mayor. Give it a couple of
months, then try to get him elected as a Senator, wherever we are at.”
“Wherever we are at?” Joey asked.
Chase smirked, “He won’t say, but I told you they are moving the people of tent-city someplace else!”
That night I tossed and turned in bed, so much so, that Travis woke up
and looked at me, “Why aren’t you sleeping?” He asked, “I thought I
wore you out with tickling.”
“You did and you probably wore everyone else in the house out too
because you make me make so much noise. I don’t know, just too much in
my head.” I answered.
“You’re not running for mayor now Stevie, so what is it?” He asked as he rubbed my leg.
“That doesn’t bother me. I wasn’t interested. It’s everything else. You
had good parents, and I had a good mom. So did all of our friends. Our
friends… What if they are still out there some place and we left and
there will be no one to take care of them? What if it happens to be
even worse than that?”
There was a knock at the door, “May I come in?” Dad asked.
“Sure.” I answered.
He opened the door and turned on the light, “Everyone else is sound
asleep, and you two athletes are still awake.” He laughed, teasing us
about our bedtime fun, “So what is keeping you up at 2 AM?”
“I just have a lot on my mind and I woke Travis up.” I answered.
“Well you both look wore out. You know if you are having problems
Stevie, you can come and talk to me, I am still the same old daddy.” He
smiled.
Travis yawned and slipped off my shoulder. He righted himself and blushed.
Dad rubbed his head, “You both go to the bathroom and get back in bed.
You will wish you had slept by the time noon comes around.”
After we got back in bed, Travis snuggled up to me like spoons in a
drawer. He fell fast asleep. Sometime later, I did as well, then I
heard him yelling at everyone in the house, “Time to get up we are
running this morning!”
I looked up at him, “What time is it?”
He was standing in the hallway, “Five AM of course silly, now get out of bed and get your running shoes on and shorts let’s go!”
We did run five miles, but we were worn out. I was worn out anyway. I
did not get enough sleep. I decided to get home, take a shower, and go
back to bed, besides all that running made me horny. On the run back,
all I could think about was that shower and that baby oil. Of course, I
would have to rub that baby oil in really well so my wiener would not
dry out… At least that is what I would tell anyone if I ever was caught.
When we got back, Travis made us walk around for another five minutes,
then all of us collapsed, except Travis of course. We frustrated him.
You could tell by how he walked and held his arms on his sides, “All of
you guys are always thinking about sex, nothing else, just sex. Can’t
you at least run for thirty minutes without getting a stiffy?”
I did not look up, but Justin did, “I don’t have sex like you and Stevie do all the time. At least I have an excuse!”
“No, you just tie up the bathroom five hours a day wanking your meat!” Joey fussed back.
Justin turned red, Joey was frowning, and Travis stomped into the
house. I looked at the guys, “Whenever you talk like that you know I am
the one that has to listen to him complain all day.”
Tristan twisted his lips, “I notice you didn’t say anything to him? You could have told him to settle down!”
“Well, he could see everyone. How can I deny it? And why is it whenever
he sees me naked he gets a stiffy and that is about the only time? He
never has that problem when he is running.” I retorted.
Justin grinned, “Because when he sees you naked all he can think about
is that little bum of yours and getting his big dick into it.”
The guys laughed, and I answered, “Well he never has had it inside me, so there.”
Justin shrugged, “Well that don’t keep him from thinking about it!”
“I think you guys are perverts sometimes. We haven’t done anything!” I said frustrated at the conversation.
“That don’t keep you from thinking about it though, does it Stevie?” Tristan egged me on.
I must have blushed because they started laughing. I stood up, “I’m
going to take a shower and go back to bed, and it’s too early to be up.”
Tristan laughed harder, “Translation: I am going to go play with myself until I fall asleep.”
“Shush all of you!” I growled and went upstairs. I could still hear
them laughing when I turned on the shower. What jerks they can be
sometimes.
I got the water just right and Travis came in the room with me. He was
naked. “I thought you would never get up here!” He grinned, and then
jumped in the shower, “I want to make sure you wash well and I know you
are going back to bed, I was listening to you guys.”
So we washed… and washed… and washed some more… when I was satisfied I
was clean I grabbed the oil and poured it on myself. He stood there
watching, “What are you doing, that isn’t the bug lotion!”
I oiled my growing stiffy and smiled, “Well you are about to see I guess.
Then I poured oil on my hand and put it on his chest, tummy and dick
and he just watched, as his peter got hard. Then he looked at me
wondering. I put the bottle of oil down. Then I grabbed him by his buns
and pulled him into me. I knew they would hear me squealing, but I
didn’t care.
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