Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2021 15:39:08 +0000
From: Jordan nifty <niftyjordan123@gmail.com>
Subject: Post Apocalypse. Chapter 1

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This series is set in a post apocalypse world, where the population of
the world was reduced to by 90% and women are few and far between.


Chapter 1: Fuck Salvation

Bang, bang, bang.

I took a deep breath and climbed slowly to my feet, stretching. I felt my
back pop before I made my way to the door that was being pounded on by
urgent fists. Someone's hurt and it's my job to fix it. I wasn't
complaining, it made me useful; being useful kept me alive. I opened the
door, stepping back as they pushed their way in. Grant and Ben; two
highest ranking guards pulling an unconscious man between them.

"He's just come through the gate, apparently he killed two of our own,
I want him alive for the arena." They dragged the man onto my bed, with
no regard for the fact he was bleeding all over my sheets, I bit back my
complaint pulled out my kit and began cutting away his shorts, that's
where the bloodstain was so I thought it best to start there. There was a
gash rounding from his right hip to his inner thigh. It wasn't
particularly deep, but it was several inches long. I rolled my eyes,
"It's not too bad, if someone had bandaged him last night, he'd be
conscious now. He's lost a ton of blood but, he should be okay." Grant
gave a bored nod, and then cuffed the man's hands to the bed, he saw my
eyes linger on this, "You'll be fine." It wasn't a question.

Grant was a dick, but I learnt long ago there was little point in arguing
with a guard who has a superiority complex. "Of course," I answered.
The door shut behind them, leaving me alone with my patient.

I remained calm and in control as my adrenaline took hold, and
immediately began to clean the affected area, cutting away his filthy
shorts before deftly stitching the cut closed and dousing it with
alcohol. He was so out of it he didn't react at all; slightly worrying.
I propped his knee up so that I could place a sterile gauze over the top
and hold it in place by wrapping a bandage around it. I was sliding a
pillow beneath his head when my hands began to shake, the adrenaline had
begun leaching from my body. I lifted the man's head slightly and poured
water into his mouth, relieved when he gave a small cough. I looked him
over, he was filthy. He must have been travelling through the grey-wastes
for over a week.

With little else to do, I crossed my small room and took the pot of water
from the stove, dipping my finger in to test the temperature. It was
still lukewarm, perfect. Placing it beside the man I soaked a cloth and
used it to wipe the dust and dirt from his face. I was surprised to see
he was only a few years older than me, no older than 32. Once clean I
could make out his handsome features, prominent straight nose, strong jaw
and high cheekbones. His hair was black and cut close to his head.

His clothes were literally in tatters, he'd be needing new ones. Knowing
that the ones he was wearing weren't fit for purpose, prevented guilt as
I cut them from his body so I could continue to clean him. He had a tight
muscular frame with black hair that covered his chest and tapered off
toward his bellybutton before meeting his crotch. Once the front of him
was sufficiently clean I emptied and warmed fresh water before using all
my strength to haul him onto his side; so, I could clean his back. Once
done I rolled him back into his original position and placed a blanket
over him.

With nothing else to do I plopped myself back into my chair and continued
reading one of the many medical books I'd inherited from my mother.

Before she'd passed, she'd been the block's best doctor and I'd spent
24 years learning from her; that now made me one of the best. It didn't
come with many perks, except the fact that most people weren't stupid
enough to kill the only person who could stitch them back together again.
Especially when bodies turned up here in Salvation almost daily.
Salvation, the irony. Maybe our block had once been the salvation people
needed, but now it was a stinking hell hole.

...

It was several hours later, and the sun had set below the grey-wastes
when I was woken by another knock at the door, my stomach dropped
slightly, knowing that knock. As I opened it Grant walked in. Alone this
time, and threw himself onto the chair I'd just been occupying, "You
sort him out?" He questioned, with a jerk of his head to the man in my
bed. I nodded, knowing that he wasn't here for that, he didn't care
about the man I'd just saved. He only cared that the barbaric Arena
would have contestants. He came here after dark for one thing.

As if on cue he began unbuckling his stained cargo pants, dropping them
to the ground before pulling down the waistband of his underwear
revealing his cock from beneath them. I knew there was no point in
arguing, we'd been here before. He'd politely point out that my medical
skills only kept me alive, and that it was him that kept others away. I
knew that was true, no one had tried to force themselves onto me for a
long time, so I'd decided long ago it was better to be used by Grant
rather then the whole block. My mum always said my face would get me into
trouble one day, not that I believed her, I always thought I looked a bit
weird, too skinny, with a bony face. I did like my green eyes though;
they were cool.

Grant waved his cock at me expectantly, so I dropped to my knees and took
it into my mouth.

...

Grant pushed his now softening dick back into his shorts, climbed to his
feet and jerked his head to the man again, "Keep the cuffs on him." I
nodded as the door shut behind him and immediately went straight to the
sink to wash his taste from my mouth, before curling up beneath a blanket
on my chair, and falling back to sleep.

...

I woke with the sunrise the next day and checked on my patient, I poured
some water into his mouth and he coughed again, his eyes fluttering open.
 "Hi. I'm Noah. Can you hear me? "He nodded ever so slightly and
opened his eyes to meet mine, they were a very dark brown, practically
black. "Can you tell me your name?" He opened his mouth and a croak
escaped it. I lifted his head forward slightly encouraging him to drink
more water.

"Re- my name is Ren" he croaked quietly.

"You were injured. Do you remember what happened?"

He nodded, "Someone attacked us, I was cut." He gestured to his wound.

"I've stitched it now, but from what I hear, you attacked them." I
didn't particularly care that he'd killed two of our guards, they were
just as dangerous for me to be around as this man, I was just stating the
obvious. To my surprised he let out an amused huff, "I attacked? That's
their story is it?" He closed his eyes again, exhaustion taking over,
just as there was a small knock on the door, I opened it and a small
child said, "Grant said to check on the others that came in last night.
They're in the cell."

Thanking the child, I shut the door and began collecting my things, I
moved the water to within Ren's reach and pulled on my shoes, threw my
medical bag over my shoulder and headed out into the hall, locking the
door behind me. The stench from the hall forced me to breath through my
mouth as I walked through the communal area and out into daylight,
towards the town square. I passed the same dilapidated buildings and drug
addicts I always did, while being careful to avoid the most dangerous
roads. Salvation like all blocks was a walled community that kept us safe
from raids and attacks by Ravers; nomads that lived in the ruins of the
old cities. At least Salvation was better than being a Raver.

As I opened the door to the jail I saw two men and a woman inside the
cell, and on the outside of the cell, Sam; the on duty guard sat in the
corner of the room, absent minded, spinning a gun on the table in front
of him. "Hey Sam, Grant sent me to check them out."

"He did? Cool, I need a piss." and with that he walked out. Beside the
chair Sam had been sitting in was a long thin sword and several daggers
and guns, I wondered what Ren had used to kill the guards. "Hello, I'm
Noah. Do any of you have any injuries." A black guy with inch long
braids on the top of his head stepped up to the bars,

"I have a cut on my shoulder" he explained. He was tall, a few inches
over 6 foot, his shoulders were broad, and his body tapered down to his
narrow waist, his eyes were large and round and black stubble spread
across his jaw. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, the others
were closer to 20.

"Wanna take your shirt off and gimmie a look?" I offered. He pulled his
shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest covered with smooth black
skin. Before turning and putting his back to me. "Doesn't look like it
needs stitches. I'll give it a clean and cover it to prevent an
infection though. Which one of you owns that awesome sword" I asked to
fill the silence.

"Me," answered the back guy "Well kind of, it's my brothers but
you're right it's awesome." As I got to work patching him up, he
introduced himself as Akiem "This is Aria and Elijah."

"Nice to meet you all. I'm Noah. I treated your friend Ren last
night." That was met with a torrent of questions from the three of them,
asking if he was okay, if they could see him. "He should be okay, nasty
cut, but I think I got there in time."

Akiem leant through the bars to grasp my shoulder. "Thank you, man."

"Do you know why we're in here?" asked Aria. "Well I was told you
killed two guards." I replied awkwardly. "Well Ren did, but they were
trying to rape Aria." said Elijah jumping to the defence.

"That doesn't surprise me. Do you need any medical help?" I asked her
softly.

"I'm okay. Thanks to Ren. He got there in time, but then they
surrounded us." Elijah then added, "We were on the common road, we
didn't break any rules, your people attacked us."

I put my hands up, "Woah. I just live here, they're not my people. Why
were you on the road?" Akiem looked between the others and then replied

"About a decade ago, my brother found a water supply that survived the
bombs, with somewhat fertile soil. So, we headed out there with a small
group of friends and started a brand-new block, one with rules and order.
Before the wars our grandfather was an engineer, he taught my dad
everything he knew and then he taught me and my brother. I head to
different communities to recruit like-minded people to continue its
growth. That's how I met Aria and Elijah here, and Ren too." The place
sounded too good to be true, which meant it was. However, I usually had a
good sense of people after talking to them and none of them, not even
Ren, who'd killed two men the previous night, gave me the same psycho
vibes that most of Salvation gave me.

Sam strolled back into the room 20 minutes after he'd first left, "That
was quite some piss," I laughed, "Anyway see ya, I leant forward to
Akiem, "This place you're heading to... keep it to yourselves."

I headed back to my apartment, witnessing several arguments and fights
along the way. This was the world now, law and order existed only in
books. And if by some miracle this magical place did exist, they
shouldn't go blabbing about it to just anyone.

As I pushed open my door I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ren was
sitting cross legged on the bed, with the blanket across his legs, his
muscular torso bare, "Sorry, I had to cut off your clothes. You look
better",

"I feel better, just tired."

"I'm not surprised, blood loss will do that to you, but I was expecting
you to be out of it for several days. I'll fix you something to eat."

I used my weekly rations to make chicken with potatoes which Ren
gratefully accepted. I had to explain for the second time that day that
him being treated like a criminal was nothing to do with me. "What's
your role in your block?" I asked to change the subject.

"Guard. But I'm not a dick like most guards. Honest." He laughed.

We talked for the next hour about his travels through the grey-wastes. It
had sounded like hell. "Did you really kill two guards last night?" I
asked.

"Yes. Buy they deserved it." he stated.

"I heard what they tried to do to Aria. Yeah, they deserved it." I
admitted.

Twenty minutes later Ren had convinced me to cuff his hands together
instead of to the bed so that he could use the shower. A small voice at the
back of my head berated me for being so careless but instead of stopping I
found myself warning "The water is like, warm at best." As I cuffed his
hands back together.

"After a week out there, I'd bathe in ice water."

I passed him my towel to cover himself "Take the dressing off, and I'll
change it afterwards for you." While he showered, I dug through my
drawers to find him something to wear, settling on black tracksuit
bottoms so it was loose on his wound and a black vest.

He emerged from the bathroom a short while later, the towel tied around
his waist. He strolled confidently into the room and sat on the bed,
repositioning the towel so that his cut was visible, and his crotch was
hidden. I couldn't help noticing the way the water droplets caught to
the dark hair across his chest

"The stitching is so neat. Thank you, Noah." he said sincerely. I
dropped to my knees between his open legs to look at my handiwork, there
were no signs of infection. I used the towel to gently blot the area dry
and began covering it "I wasn't as filthy as I was expecting" Ren said
as he looked down on me working.

I laughed "You were, I washed you. Don't worry, I didn't cop a feel".
He chuckled at that and I was surprised to feel myself smile.

"Good. I'd like to be awake for that." he teased, I was suddenly
overly aware that he was staring down at me with his legs splayed open,
while openly flirting. As I went about redressing the cut, his cock
filled out beneath the towel to the point neither of us could continue to
ignore it "Sorry, it's been a while and to be fair you're practically
breathing on it."

I laughed shooting back, "I'm surprised you even have enough blood to
fill it. All done, I got you some clothes." I stood back up and passed
him the clothes. He dropped the towel and stood up revealing his hard
cock. He saw me looking, smiled and shrugged

"Well since you'd already seen it."

After pulling on the clothes he stretched "I'm actually beginning to
feel quite dizzy again." I got him to lie back in the bed and gave him
some painkillers, "Thanks Noah, you're one of the good ones." Within
minutes he was asleep.

An hour later there was a familiar knock on the door, as Grant walked in,
he asked "He told you anything?",

"No" I lied. Why was I lying? "I've barely gotten more than a
murmur."

I hadn't even finished speaking and his dick was out, without a word I
leant forward and began sucking it, after a few short minutes he pulled
me to my feet, span me around and began pushing me towards the old sofa.
"Grant, he might wake up." I tried to reason.

"I don't give a fuck, now drop your pants." Disgust boiled in my
stomach as I heard the cap of lube pop and felt his slicked fingers
pushing roughly inside of me before he replaced them with his cock. He
made no effort to keep his voice down, luckily the painkillers would help
keep Ren asleep, but I resolutely did not even glance towards my bed
terrified that Ren was witnessing my humiliation. It didn't last long,
if I stayed still it never did. I gritted my teeth and once he was
finished, he dressed and left without a word.

The moment the doors shut behind him, I jumped into the shower and washed
myself clean. I fucking hated Grant.



I have the next few chapters written, and they get steamy. I'd love to
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