Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2021 21:47:22 +0000
From: Jordan nifty <niftyjordan123@gmail.com>
Subject: Post Apocalypse. Chapter 7.

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Chapter 7: The fairground

I woke the next morning to Ren cuddled up tight behind me, "Morning
handsome."

"Morning, when'd you get in?"

"Not long after our little moment, Zeke came to cover me so I could get
some sleep, he wants me to head to the fairground just after midday."

"What?" I asked in alarm. "No. It's dangerous out there."

"Oh. Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me."

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but you're right it's too dangerous." He teased.

I rolled over to face him, "I can protect you, remember, will Zeke let
me go?"

"Of course, you can. No one is a prisoner here, but yes it was actually
Zeke's idea saying it'd help sweeten the deal if you came with me and
helped anyone in need."

"Mhh, yeah. That makes sense, how long does it take to get there?"

"Not too long, about two hours if we take the quad."

"Poor Keem, he's gonna be lonely."

Ren raised an eyebrow, "Hardly. I walked past his room last night and he
definitely didn't sound lonely."

"Ooh." I laughed, "I'm dying to know who it was."

"I'll take a peek next time." He winked as I climbed out the bed.

"I'm going to head to the infirmary now and let Erin and Aaron know
I'll be gone- Oh, how long will I be gone?" I asked.

"Erm, only a day or two I should imagine."

"Okay. I'll meet you be the cars at 12 then. You'll bring me a change
of clothes yeah."

"Course."

I got dressed, scooped up my bag and closed the door behind me as Ren
settled back down to sleep.

Erin and Aaron, were used to working with just the two of them, so were
happy to hold things down, until I got back. They had also made it
perfectly clear that they'd be sending an SOS if Chloe went into labour.
After checking over my bag of supplies again, I grabbed a bite to eat
from the kitchens and actually sat in the canteen for the first time, I
was joined by Lily.

"So, I hear you're off to The Fairground. Are you feeling okay about
heading back out there?"

I nodded, "Yeah, okay actually. Ren says it's not too far and we'll be
travelling in daylight."

"We've never had any issues travelling between here and the fairground
before, I don't think we have any Ravers between us."

"Anything I should know before heading there? I asked.

"Not that I can think of. Although I should imagine Stefan will take one
look at you and try to steal you away from us."

I laughed, "No chance. But there's enough of me to share." I winked.
"Anyway, the day is getting away from me.  Heard they don't have warm
showers, so I wanted to make the most of that before leaving. See you
soon."

She waved me off happily and went to sit with a group of slightly older
women.

By the time I had showered it was already half 11, so I thought I'd head
towards the vehicles and wait for Ren. There were two jeeps, a Quad and
several motor bikes stored beside the warehouse, beneath a plastic
covered roof. I saw that Akeem was lying beneath one of the jeeps; fixing
something I imagined.

"Oh, here he is." I teased and continued "I've barely seen you in
days. I heard you had a friend over last night. How were they?"

He rolled out from beneath the vehicle smirking, "The best. Honestly I
don't know anyone with a better hole."

He was joking, I knew it. But I couldn't help but prickle slightly,
"Oh. I'm glad. I'm hoping The Fairground will provide me with someone
worthy of my arse."

He climbed to his feet, "Who could ever be worth of such an immaculate
arse?"

I spoke in a lofty voice and wandered around the backside of the jeep as
Akeem followed me. "Oh, I hear that The Fair-grounder's have some of
the best cocks in these parts."

Rough hands grabbed me and turned me around to face him, "Well, in that
case, I best give you something to remember that the cock's here are
just as good. No, even better." He popped the back of the jeep down and
sat me on top of it, kissing me deeply, as he pulled my shorts and
underwear down my legs, causing my hard cock to pop out from beneath
them. I stepped out of them as he tugged down his own jeans, gripping his
stiff cock. It was big and thick, with a large purple head. I could tell
from the bead of precum leaking out the slit, that our battle of words
was like foreplay to him, too. I used one hand to squeeze his shaft and
the other to rub the bead of precum around his helmet; all the while
kissing him back with equal enthusiasm.

He placed a hand on my chest and pushed me so that I was forced to lean
backwards. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and propped myself up on my
elbows, and kicked my legs into the air, he positioned himself so that my
ankles came to rest on his shoulder. He brought two fingers to my mouth,
and I greedily sucked at them, but he quickly tugged them away, and
shoved them against my arse. I lifted my hips slightly, giving him better
access, and Akeem went to work expertly stroking and teasing my hole.

I felt so exposed, we were tucked behind the warehouse and the jeep did a
good job of blocking us from the view of any passers-by, but it was still
the middle of the day. I was wearing nothing but my trainers, but it
didn't feel wrong, it was exciting. Besides catching people having sex
was nothing new in New Hope. I'd only been here a fortnight and I'd
caught others a few times and there was no doubt Akeem would be happy to
put on a show, should the need arise.

My dick bounced, as Akeem worked his fingers inside of me. My muscles
opened up quickly, and even more so, when he took a hold of my ankles
with his hands, pushing them apart so that he could lean down and run his
tongue across my hole, he spent only a few seconds there, leaving as much
saliva as he could before standing up straight again. He planted his feet
solidly on the compacted earth, and gripping his cock, pushed it against
my hole. The mixture of saliva and precum made it easy for me to take him
in deep. "Oh, Keem," I was panting and gasping, and grinding my hips
down against him.

He kissed me briefly, and replied, "I love splitting open your little
hole with my big black cock."

I groaned at his words, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Akeem wrapped his hand
around my dick, then began fucking me properly. The force of his thrusts
rocked not only me but the jeep, and my cock bounced in his fist, so that
I was basically, fucking his hand. I looked up, seeing the beads of sweat
running down his forehead.

My body could only endure the assault for a few minutes longer, and as
his helmet repeated pummelled into my prostate, I finally gave over to
the feeling, spraying cum between us. Just as I could feel the warm, full
sensation of Keem's load, filling me further. My whole body trembled as
his cock slipped from my hole and he kissed me again. "Do you think that
will help you remember baby?"

I huffed out a small laugh, "I don't think I'll be able to handle
anyone near my hole for a few days anyway."

"Oh, well that is a shame," He winked, pulling up his jeans, "I
recently heard that the boys at The Fairground have the best cocks round
these parts." We both laughed as he used a towel from the front cab to
clean me up before I redressed myself, just as Ren rounded the corner
with a small bag of supplies. "Sorry boys. I got caught up with Zeke."

"Don't worry, we were just saying our goodbyes." Smirked Akeem.

Ren looked between the two of us, "You just fucked, didn't you?" A shy
smile split my face as I nodded. "In the middle of the day? God you two
are sexy."

"I should probably head to the bathroom before we leave." I suggested.

Akeem barked out a laugh, "Probably a good idea, you don't want my cum
making the seat all slippery."

I flipped him off before running towards the closest toilet, shouting
over my shoulder, "My bag of supplies is there. Don't forget them."

...

I was relieved when I saw The Fairground, the trip may not have been
long, but holding tightly to Ren's back while we bounced over hard earth
was not nearly as fun as it sounded and by the time I climbed off the
quad at the gates of The Fairground, my arse and back were both sore.

I looked at the huge wheel in the centre of their compound, small
carriages lined the outside of the wheel, big enough for four adults to
sit inside. It was evidently the only part of the old amusement park
left, I found out later that the Ferris wheel was the only thing that
hadn't been dismantled and reused to help rebuild the surrounding mobile
homes.

The thing I found most curious about the fairground was the fact that
instead of a huge wall, there stood only a chain-link fence between their
block and the grey wastes outside, I couldn't help but feel that they
were terribly exposed. We had been greeted with kindness from the woman
that let us through the gate and to my surprise hadn't been asked to
hand over our weapons. We waited only a few minutes before the leader of
their block came down one of the streets, he looked stressed, but
registering Ren he gave a weak smile. "Ren, it's good to see you, but I
don't really have time."

"Stefan, what's wrong?"

The man was tall and broad, clearly not someone to get on the wrong side
of even if he did seem particularly frazzled. Life in such close
proximity to the grey wastes had made him strong and resilient. He had
tanned skin, and blue eyes that were surrounded by shallow lines. The
lines along with his thick dark hair, with a hint of silver threaded
throughout, suggested to me that his was in his mid-forties.

"My nephew was stabbed. We've stitched him up but he's getting
worse."

I stepped forward, "I can help, I'm a medic."

"Are you?" He asked, looking between Ren and me.

Ren nodded and I continued, "I've dealt with stab wounds many times.
Ren grab my bag from the bike, take me to him."

Stefan took a second to make his decision and nodded to me, "He's back
here in my trailer."

I quickly and calmly questioned him, as we walked to the trailer, gaining
as much information as I could before seeing his nephew.

As I followed him into one of the largest trailers and through a sitting
area, his nephew was unconscious on the bed, and a sickly green colour,
he had sweat beading on his forehead, although he was cold to the touch.

I looked at the haphazard stitching across his stomach, the skin around
it was bruised and swollen. "The skin has been stitched, but I think the
wound is much deeper. Ren, I'm going to need your help. Everyone else
needs to leave." I didn't even look up to see how many others were in
the room, but I heard several people leave, some encouraged my Stefan.

Stefan stepped beside me, "Tell me what I can do."

I took my bag from Ren, pulled on gloves and began rifling through it,
looking for my supplies. Pulling out a needle, tube, and plastic pouch I
replied "He needs a transfusion. I need your blood. Sit down and hold
out your arm."

Without hesitation Stefan pulled the sleeve of his arm up and sat on the
edge of the bed, I pulled my belt off and pulled it across his large
bicep as tightly as I could and set out my supplies to take his blood.
The belt across his arm made it easier for we to tap his vein and a few
minutes later I had what I needed. I then pulled the wrapping from
another needle and pushed it into the boy's hand, it took me several
attempts as his veins were now running on almost empty. "Ren, I'm going
to need you to keep this bag above him so that the blood he loses while I
work, is replace by Stefan's. Stefan in my bag there's a bunch of
bandages, I need you to soak up the blood from the wound while I work so
I can see what I'm doing. I then dropped to my knees so that my face was
inches from the wound and pulling a scalpel from its wrapper I sliced
through the stitches and used a bandage to soak up the blood that had
pooled inside. It took me several bandages before I found what I was
looking for, another cut, deeper in his body, I made quick work of sewing
it closed while Stefan kept the area clean for me. I felt sweat rolling
down my face and had to use the back of my forearm to push it out of my
eyes. I sewed up the skin before cleaning the area and covering it well.
Ren placed the now empty transfusion bag on the bed, coming round the
side of the bed he placed a hand on Stefan's shoulder. "Do you have
ice? He's going to need it." Stefan took a moment or two before
responding and practically stumbling from the room. "Will he be, okay?"
he whispered as soon as Stefan had left, I looked at him and shrugged,
"I don't know. It might already have been infected. But it's a good
job we came when we did."

Stefan returned from what I assumed was the kitchen with ice wrapped in a
towel, which I took from him and gently laid it over the bandages.
"Thank," he cleared his throat and looked at me, "Thank you. He would
have died without you."

I gave a weak smile, "He isn't out of the woods yet. But the
transfusion should help."

"I can't believe we didn't think to look deeper. We just sewed him up
and hoped for the best."

"Most people don't know. I've been doing it for years, don't beat
yourself up."

He leant forward and squeezed my shoulder gently, "Thank you. I'm sorry
but I actually didn't catch your name."

"Noah. Nice to meet you, Stefan. I've heard good things about yourself
and your people."

He smiled, "That's good to know, we hold the people of New Hope in high
regards." He turned to look at Ren, "What is it you wanted to talk
about?"

"Oh, it hardly matters right now, perhaps we can discuss it tonight?"

"If, you're sure. Will you be staying?"

Ren nodded, "I came with Noah, so he could offer his services. Cleary
they were more needed than I thought, so we'll happily stay a few days.
Could you send a message?"

"Yes, I'll get Sam to head out that way when he goes hunting later.
Well, I can't sit here worrying. Noah, would you like to see our home?"

"Oh, yes please."

Stefan spent the next two hours showing me around their compound. It was
far smaller than New Hope, the buildings were packed together, but it was
clean and functional. I also noticed that like New Hope, everyone seemed
to have a purpose and worked together. We talked a little about Salvation
and although he didn't know the name, he knew it's general location and
confirmed that others had told him comparable stories.

"You'll notice," he said pointing to the base of several buildings,
"That everything is on wheels. The Fairground is designed to be moved.
And we have many times since we were first established."

"What a great idea. You can move to where the hunting is best or fresh
water sources."

"Exactly. Although this location is idea, we're able to catch much of
the water we need from the rain and store it and during harder months New
Hope has always been quick to help."

Stefan was engaging, he had the charisma that was so important in
leading. He asked questions and made comments gaining as much information
as he could in the time we talked. I did eventually take my leave on the
conversation. "I'd like to check on your nephew if that's okay.
What's his name?"

"Of course. It's Evan. I'll take you to him now."

Stefan came in for a few minutes while I confirmed that Evan seemed to be
doing okay, before Ren suggested finding an area to sit and discuss his
proposition.

I checked the dressing and was relieved to see only a small amount of
blood had bled through, meaning the blood was clotting, it'd be nice to
give Stefan and the others an optimistic message about how Evan was
doing. I then used a wet cloth to wipe the boys face, he couldn't have
been older then 14 and he was lying in a bed fighting for his life.


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