Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2021 09:28:54 +0000
From: Jordan nifty <niftyjordan123@gmail.com>
Subject: Post apocalypse. Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Escape plan

I yawned and stretched out on the sofa, feeling my muscles protest. I
rolled onto my side and saw Ren sitting on my bed smiling at me. "You
really shouldn't have given up your bed again for me, I'd be just as
happy on the sofa."

I climbed to my feet and started fixing us breakfast, "It's fine, I
don't want Grant knowing you're better, or you'll get thrown in the
cell with your friends."

"Why do you care?" he asked curiously. I shrugged and answered
honestly, "I don't know why. But I do believe that you only did what
you did to help Aria." He nodded.

"Is that why you lied to him last night?" I felt my body tense,

"Oh. You were awake then."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I swear I didn't watch you and your fella going at
it, I kept my eyes shut." I had to force my shoulders to relax, but my
stomach was twisted in what felt like a vice.

"Grant? He isn't my `fella'. I know you didn't watch otherwise
you'd know I wasn't into it."

"Then why did you?"

"Because I don't have a choice."

He looked at me blankly and stated,

"But you didn't tell him not to."

I felt my cheeks flood with colour as I looked at him defensively
retorting "No. But you don't know my fucking life history. Did I judge
you when I found out you killed two people!?" and with that I grabbed my
trainers and bag and stalked to the door, slamming it shut behind me
while Ren called something about not judging me.

I was seething for a long while as my feet pounded the pavement, how dare
he, judge me. Without even realising it I ended up at the infirmary, I
usually only came here when summoned, but with Ren at mine I thought I
might as well do something useful.

I pushed the door open and greeted Stiles the greying doctor, he waved me
over, "Noah. I'm glad you're here, two guards got into a fight this
morning one's practically dead and one has a bullet in his arm. Could
you deal with the bullet please?" I nodded, pulling on gloves and
walking into the room.

Several hours later I was saying my goodbyes to Stiles after stitching up
not only the man with the gunshot wound, but also giving some guards
tetanus shots and dealing with a sick kid. I made to leave when a blow to
the side of my face made me stagger and then I was pulled to the ground
with someone on top of me, screaming "You saved the scum that killed my
brother?" several hands pulled the man off of me, but he continued to
scream. Stiles was holding ice to my face within seconds pulling me onto
a chair. Luckily the man had been drunk, I'd likely only be left with a
bruise, but still I could have done without it. I humoured Stiles letting
him hold ice to my face for 15 minutes before I insisted on leaving. I'd
had far worse; a drunken punch was nothing. So, with that in mind I next
walked towards the holding cell with the excuse of checking on Akeem's
shoulder, the reality was it kept me away from Ren's judgement.

Once I got to the cell, I was relieved to find Sam on shift, "Hey Sam,
here to change the dressings. I can stay an hour if you have other stuff
to do?" He was up and out the door within seconds, I pulled open my bag
and passed through some food, "Eat it now or hide it. I'm sure they
haven't fed you much."

As I changed the dressing through the bars, Aria asked about the bruise
blossoming below my eye, deciding it wasn't worth keeping to myself I
relived the story. Akeem was shaking by the time I finished, "I wish I
was there. I'd have knocked him on his arse."

This confused me, "why?" I asked. This question clearly confused the
three of them in return.

"Because he hurt you." stated Aria.

"But you don't know me so why you would care?"

It was Akeem who replied, "Noah, you saved Ren. You're helping me. Not
to mention you're the only person here who's shown anything other than
hostility towards us, I mean you brought us food today, knowing we'd
barely eaten in two days. You should come with us. If we get out." I
stood and mulled over what he said, they had been kind to me too, and
grateful. Ren had upset me this morning, but he was still grateful that I
saved him. "Listen." I said, "I will help you get out. But I can't
come with you, they'll come after me. They need me. But tell me, what
can I do to help?" Akeem looked sad but nodded.

"We can't go anywhere without the jeep it had our supplies in, and
stuff that my community needs."

"What does it look like?" I asked.

"It's black and green, with solar panels on the top, I'll be shocked
if someone hasn't laid claim to it though."

"I'll see what I can find out, also full transparency you're in here
for the Arena, it's a barbaric fighting tournament, that takes place
every fortnight, it'll starts in 3 day. I'll get you out before then."

"What is this place?" Asked Elijah in shock.

...

An hour later I was pushing the door to my apartment open and was
surprised to see the room had been cleaned and tidied. Ren was sat on the
sofa and held his hands up in surrender; made difficult by the fact they
were still chained together, "My way of apologising. I wasn't judging
you but, I understand why it felt like I was. I've done things to stay
alive too. We all have. I just don't like the fact he's doing that to
you." I was taken aback by his apology.

"It's err, okay. I'm sorry if I over reacted."

A smile spread across his face, making him even more handsome then he
already was. I stared at his wrists and said without thinking "I can
take off your cuffs if you want?"

"I'd like that. Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Yes," I laughed, "I saw your friends today, I've decided to help you
all get out of here before you're sent to the Arena."

"Well that would be great. What's the plan and the Arena?" We talked
for several hours to begin mapping out a plan. Ren convinced me that
it'd be best to search for the jeep after midnight, so that he could
come too. Knowing that I'd need his protection if there was any trouble
I agreed.

He talked more about their settlement, telling me it was called `New
Hope'. Turns out Ren had been at New Hope for about 8 years and often
went on supply runs with Akeem, that's when they'd met Aria and Elijah.
Their jeep had run low on power, so they pulled over and were waiting for
the sun to come up when they were attacked by Salvation. They'd been on
the common road, so not expected any trouble, Ravers avoided it knowing
it was well protected. Salvation had broken the Law set up by
neighbouring blocks not to attack others using the road, but I guess it
was no longer being policed. Or more likely it was the Salvation's
guards who were supposed to be policing it, that had attacked.

"Tell me about the Arena," he said, "just in case I end up there."

"I really don't know much. I've never been, all I know is it's like a
fighting pit, several people go in and one person comes out. So, let's
hope it doesn't come to that."

We talked some more about random things mostly, the kinds of medical
procedures I'd performed, his life before New Hope. Like me was an only
child and his parents were both dead. I was comfortable around Ren and
his friends; it'd be a shame when they left. I'd miss them. "How old
are you? You look about 25 but you have no facial hair." He asked.

I laughed, "I know. I get that a lot. Pretty handy as getting a shaving
blade is difficult. You're right, I'm 24 and I have almost no body
hair. Look," I pulled up my trouser leg revealing only very fine hairs,
"My arm pits are the same."

He smirked at me, "What about your crotch?"

I smiled back, laughing, "Barely any. Not that it's any concern of
yours."

He looked at me through his eyelashes and changed the subject, asking me
about the bruise on my face. As I answered he ran gentle fingers across
it saying, "I'm sorry that happened to you. You don't deserve to be
treated like that."

"Thanks Ren. Want to help me fix us some dinner?" I said strolling to
the units. We spent the next couple of hours in easy conversation. I
hadn't had someone in my apartment that I enjoyed being around since my
mother had passed away. I noticed that he kept finding excuses to touch
me and his hands always seemed to linger. I liked that.

That evening Ren tried getting me to take the bed, but I'd told him
Grant was likely to pay a visit and I didn't want him knowing Ren was
doing better.

...

I woke to the knocking at my door and climbed from the sofa, I turned to
Ren who sat up in the bed. I urgently whispered reminding him, to pretend
he was still unconscious, no matter what. He didn't look happy about it
but replied through clenched teeth "Fine. But not if he hurts you." I
accepted that response out of necessity as the next knock on the door
became more forceful. And Ren rolled onto his side facing away from the
door.

Grant staggered into the room, drunk. "Took you long enough," he
slurred leaning on the sofa before dropping into it. He took in Ren's
body in the bed, "He still dead? Good job you're better at sucking dick
then you are at being a doctor." He drawled. I cringed knowing Ren could
hear this and I just hoped he would stay quiet.

...

15 minutes later, I closed the door behind Grant and went straight into
the bathroom staring at my face in the mirror as shame spread across it
and a tear ran down my cheek. I pushed it aside roughly, washed my face
and brushed my teeth, then opened the bathroom door. Ren stood on the
other side and when he looked at me, he held his arms out. I walked
toward him and let him envelop me, it occurred to me later that no one
had hugged me like that in a long time

He guided me into my bed before climbing in beside me. He shifted into a
seated position and held me to his chest in silence. He must have known
that I didn't want to talk, as we stayed silent until sleep eventually
took me again.

...

"Noah, wake up," I felt my face being stroked, "Noah." I opened my
eyes; the room was pitch black and no light filtered through the
curtains. "It must be gone two AM. I haven't heard any noise outside
for over an hour," Ren whispered.

I nodded, "Let's go."

Dark was an understatement I could barely distinguish one building from
another, so I stuck close to Ren's side; he didn't seem to be having as
much difficulty as I.

I whispered directions in his ear so that he could lead the way, we
decided that the small warehouse by the front gate was as good a place as
any to start.

As we got closer light from a few small fires cast long shadows and we
heard hushed voices. I told him we were there, and he took my hand and
stood me in an alleyway that was totally concealed, he leant right
against my body and breathed, "Stay here. I'll be back in 5 minutes. If
you need me, scream." I agreed, knowing he'd slink into the shadows far
better than I could have.

The five minutes however felt like a lifetime, and when I heard a clatter
of bins from the other side of the road and guards rushing towards it, I
almost felt my heart stop. But then Ren was back with me, his hand in
mine leading me away from for commotion.

"What happened?" I asked,

"I caused a distraction when I saw one of them walking in your
direction. I found the jeep; idiots clearly don't know how it works
because it's solar. But I think I've got it charging now."

"Your supplies?"

"All the food is gone, but that was only extra goods. Our main supplies
are hidden beneath the bed of the truck. Guns, ammo and technology
equipment for Zeke, Akeem's brother."

I then suggested swinging past the cell so that Ren would know its
location and layout. "Great idea, but first I need to do something." I
was about to ask what when he pulled me closer and kissed me gently on
the lips. I had to tilt my head up slightly to meet his as his arms
wrapped around me, holding me tight. His tongue flicked across my lips,
asking for entry. Without thinking I kissed him back letting our tongues
roam over one another's. We broke apart as he quietly laughed, "Good.
Now we can go to the cell."

I felt the heat from that kiss warm my face as we continued to walk. Once
at the cell I peered through the window and saw a guard that I wasn't on
a first name basis with, hunched over the desk, asleep. We headed around
the back of the building to where I knew a small window looked directly
into the cell. Ren and I stood on a small crate so we could look in and
gently tapped at the broken glass. Akeem looked up at the sound and his
eyes widened like saucers as he looked between the two of us. Glancing at
the sleeping guard he came toward the window. "You're alive, thank
god."

Ren smiled and grasped my shoulder saying, "Thanks to Noah here. We
found the jeep and best of all the important supplies are still hidden
too. We're going tomorrow night; I want two days behind us before the
Arena begins."

"How can we get out?"

"I'll cause a distraction to get the guards away from the gate and I
know you would've unlocked and locked the cell door a dozen times
already."

I smiled at that, adding, "A useful skill. I'll get you and lead you to
the gate while Ren does the distraction. We better go Ren. I'll be back
at about 9 tomorrow night though. We'll have cover of darkness but there
will be others on the street, so we'll look less suspicious."

Akeem smiled, "It's a date. Thank you, Noah, I hope you'll reconsider
coming with us."

...

We were back in my apartment before Ren spoke again, "Why does Keem
think you're not coming Noah?"

I knew the silence we travelled back in was because I hadn't told him I
wasn't going with them. "I can't Ren. They need my skills and they'll
come after you for me. I just want you all to get out."

He took both of my hands, forcing me to look at him, "I don't care
Noah. You're one of us. Please come with us, I'll protect you. I
promise." I avoided eye contact while mumbling. He huffed out a breath
and continued "Okay. A compromise, you pack a small bag of things
important to you and bring it with you tomorrow so that if you change
your mind, nothing holds you back." "Okay," I agreed.

"Good," smiled Ren stepping towards me, "If you don't come how will I
be able to do this?" He leant forward and kissed me again pushing his
body against mine so that our thighs, stomachs and chests were pressed
against each other's. He broke the kiss briefly as he whispered "Let me
show you what sex is supposed to be like. How it's supposed to make you
feel," my body felt electric as he gently thrust his hard dick against
my own throbbing cock, "I want to make you feel good Noah. Let me."

I looked into his dark eyes, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck
and pulled him towards me so his lips met mine once more. We awkwardly
stripped out of our clothes, trying not to break our kiss and within
seconds we both stood there naked and separated, to drink in the view of
the other's naked body. Ren's cock was a little longer then my own six
inches, and where I had very little in the way of pubic hair, he had a
significant amount; that for the most part stayed in a neat triangle
around his dick and across his balls. The contrast of his black hair and
pale cock was a huge turn on. But before I could reach for it Ren dropped
to his knees and began pressing kiss after kiss to my stomach, gradually
working lower until he was kissing my balls and then shaft where he
changed from kisses to licks, running his tongue up and down my shaft and
then across the tip of my dick, sinking his mouth over it, using his lips
to roll my foreskin back and forth. My breath escaped me in a shuddering
huff, it had been a long time since I'd been on the receiving end of a
blowjob and I'd forgotten how great they felt. Ren took his time, making
sure not to be too rapid, drawing the moment out. Something I was not
used to doing. I couldn't wait any longer and said, "I want to suck
your dick Ren." He looked up at me through thick eye lashes and replied,
"Only if you want to. You don't have to."

"I know. And I want to suck your cock." I teased.

"Then get your lips around it." He replied moving to the bed sitting
with his legs spread, feet on the floor.

I wrapped my hand around his dick at its base and squeezed it, it felt
hot and rigid. I pulled gently on his hairy balls with the other hand as
I licked and kissed his cock and then without hesitation sank my mouth
right down to the base taking him into my throat. He groaned a drawn-out
curse as my mouth worked up and down his length many times.

"I'm close." He moaned, throwing back his head as he shot hot ropes of
cum down my throat. I wrapped my hand around my own dick and began
jerking rapidly, when he stopped me, and smiled "If you come and it's
not in my mouth. I won't be happy Noah."

"Well I wouldn't want that," I said standing to my feet and presenting
my dick to his mouth once more and came very shortly thereafter. We sat
at the edge of the bed collecting our breaths when he said, "Sleep in my
arms tonight."

"I'd like that." I said climbing into the sheets, holding it open for
him to follow.

I settled onto my side as he came up behind me, snaking one arm beneath
my head and wrapping the other around me protectively. I fell asleep
quickly, feeling safer than I ever had, strange considering he'd
literally killed two people only days prior.


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