Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Day Of No Triffids
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted
must try to preserve what they can but how
will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy?
Keywords: voy, nosex
Language: English
Copyright: 2003
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Our Families
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* Leonard Pike (44) = Joanna Pike (44)
* Peter (19) [ 1 ]
* Michael (17) [ 2 ]
Ellen (16) [ 3 ]
* David (14) [ 4 ]
* Seth Pike (40) = Julie Pike (39)
Karen (20) [ ? ]
* Nancy (18)
Graham (17)
Rachel (15) [ 2 ]
* Deborah Vanstone (37) = Stanley Vanstone (35)
* Barry (17) [ 3 ]
Stella (16) [ ? ]
Walter (14)
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* * Able to See *
* (#) Age when blindness struck *
* [ # ] Paired Cousins *
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*** August 28, 12:45pm - Nancy
There hadn't been anything inherently sexist in Nancy and
her aunt being given the job of looking after their
families and then the women who had been brought in. Deb
had sent her son off with her brother and his family when
she only had five family members to look after.
When Nancy's family had joined Deb they added another
four people who now needed their care. Her father Seth
took the opportunity to check out the grounds of St
Ignatius' College and ended up bringing back a human
chain of teachers, boarding students and a live in
caretaker. They got them settled and then Nancy went
with her father to raid what was left in the kitchen.
There was little to eat and most of the bottles of drink
were warm. The freezer was still running and there was
some ice so they chilled down some pitchers of water
instead. That at least would help the others cope with a
mixture of salty snacks and sweet candy; neither very
nourishing.
When her cousin Peter had turned up in a bus she had gone
with him and her father to get supplies for the women who
would be joining them.
They had taken almost all of the men with them and Seth
had learned that, while driving a bus was different to
his sedan, it wasn't all that difficult provided he
didn't take the corners too tight.
It had seemed heartbreaking at first when they exchanged
the men and boys for a load of schoolgirls and a couple
of the nuns at a nearby convent. They were condemning
one lot to death while saving another. It was hard to
play god like that.
They had exchanged the bus for Seth's car after dropping
their load of girls back with Nancy's aunt and went
"shopping".
In some respects it had turned out easier than they had
expected. Many of the shelves of the supermarket had
been cleared of stock when the illness first started
taking hold and the deliveries to replace them had been
interrupted when the drivers and shop staff also fell
blind on the job.
Fortunately there was enough warning that no driver fell
blind at the wheel. Seth drove around the sparsely
filled car park before they spotted a truck and a semi-
trailer at the loading dock behind the supermarket.
He pulled up and found they were in luck. The larger
vehicle had only been half unloaded and the smaller was
still full. There was a hand operated forklift on the
dock and they sorted through the storage area for items
they could use. Cartons made it easy; it would have been
far more time consuming if they had had to take
individual packets.
They loaded their selections onto pallets and eventually
manoeuvred them into position inside the trailer. Peter
suggested they take the lift with them to help unload and
in case they needed it elsewhere. Seth and Nancy thought
that was a good idea and it was slipped under one of the
last pallets and the trailer doors swung closed.
"If you take the semi Uncle Seth I should be able to
manage the other truck", said Peter who then turned to
his attractive cousin. "Unless you want to have a go?"
"No", said Nancy, "Let me practice when it's empty first.
I'll drive the car back. Where are the keys Dad?"
That's when it hit all three of them. Keys!
The two men went looking in their respective cabs. No
luck.
"Damn!" said Seth. Peter was thinking something a little
worse.
"If the trucks are here the drivers might be too",
suggested Nancy. "We may as well have a look around."
"Definitely not just a pretty ... face", Peter thought
looking at a totally different part of her anatomy and
somewhat abashed that he hadn't thought of it but willing
to pay credit where it was due.
They entered the store from the rear and looked at the
mess spread over the floors. The weren't the first to
come scavenging but they at least could see what was in
the packets and could avoid the display stands that
others had knocked over.
Burst bags and the spilled contents were in every aisle.
The freezers seemed to have most of their contents though
and they were still running. Someone had been prepared
to snack on a mixture of thawed frozen peas, ice-cream
and chocolate bars but the TV dinners, pizza and turkey
rolls needed cooking and had been left once a couple had
been opened and identified.
The trio quietly checked out the people who were
scattered around the centre in the hopes that they could
find the drivers. There weren't as many as the car park
would have suggested, perhaps they had wandered off and
gotten lost. Nancy hoped the drivers were still there.
Somewhere.
They passed the vacant shops, most secured by owners who
were then unable to come in themselves or who had pulled
down the shutters as their personal darkness had
descended.
They checked out a camping store which was still open.
Enamel and stainless steel cups and bowls would be
perfect. With so many people who couldn't see where they
were reaching or where they were going breakable glass
and china would be a pain, probably literally. Peter ran
back to get a shopping trolley and they cleared the
shelf, adding flashlights and gas lanterns with butane
cylinders to another trolley Nancy retrieved.
The displayed sleeping bags made them think of the
furniture store down the road. Mattresses would be more
comfortable and they had blankets and sheets there as
well. Once they cleared out the semi they could bring it
back and load up; IF they could find those keys.
Realising they couldn't spend a lot of time, they left
the trolleys where they could collect them on the way
back and stepped out a little faster.
In a hardware store Seth led them to the hand and garden
tool displays. "Not all the stores are open and we may
need to break in somewhere. It's better to have the
tools now than to have to chase around looking when time
might be important."
They selected a sledge hammer, an axe and two pinch bars
in different sizes. "We're armed for destruction. Let's
hope we get a chance to use some tools constructively."
That reminded Peter. "Actually I'm armed as well." He
drew the automatic from his pocket.
"Be careful with that", warned his uncle. "Why on Earth
are you carrying that in your pocket?"
"Don't worry", the young man reassured them. "The
magazine is in my other pocket. I don't want a loaded
gun going off next to my nuts thank you very much!"
He put it away and they continued their search.
They tracked them down a little later, together in a
liquor store. Realising they had nothing to lose when
everyone around them went blind as well they had agreed
to drown their sorrows and go out with a splash.
One had done just that.
"Stay back Nancy." Seth had noticed the colour of the
lips of the man stretched out on the floor amidst a
scattered collection of empty bottles. A trail of watery
vomit led over his chin and neck, staining the shirt
which showed an absence of respiratory movement.
Peter remained with his cousin, not eager to approach
what he assumed to be his first dead body. There was no
horror; it looked more like he was sleeping, other than
the mess on the floor and the stained area on the front
of his pants where his relaxed sphincters no longer held
back his bodily wastes.
Noticing the embroidered monogram on his shirt Seth
reluctantly patted the man's pockets and found a key-ring
in his pants. He had to turn him slightly and his
stomach churned as the faecal smell wafted over him. He
grabbed them and stepped back as quickly as possible.
Seth wasn't sure whether it was better to leave the body
there or move it out into the walkway. Either would be
distasteful later and he preferred to leave it for now.
It was something they would have to discuss if they were
to avoid the illnesses a city full of corpses would
bring.
A sound behind the counter brought the others into the
store and the trio found the other driver merrily
inebriated to such a state that his legs were no longer
functional. He had almost finished a bottle of whisky
and was reaching around for another.
"Hello", he slurred when he heard them. "Do you want a
drink with me? Only this one's about empty and I can't
find another. Have you got one?"
"Hello. I'll find one for you. But you better give me
your keys; you're in no condition to drive."
"Thash right. I'm blind drunk!" He laughed raucously as
he patted his shirt pocket and extracted a key on a fob.
"Here you are. Where's my whishky den?"
Seth put a bottle into his hand and another two by his
side then picked up the keys from where the drunk had
dropped them. "Here you are then. Drink up."
Nancy was handed the tools and the men grabbed a carton
of beer and another of spirits. They left the store and
all three hoped acute alcohol poisoning would allow the
poor man a pleasant enough ending.
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The groceries were unloaded from the semi by the simple,
conceptually if not in practice, process of passing each
carton along a human chain. With a couple of sighted
people at each end the biggest problem once they were in
place was to keep the speed down so bottlenecks didn't
occur. It was worth the hassles to get people organised
just so they had something to take their minds off their
fate; not having to carry each box inside themselves was
a bonus for the sighted.
*** August 28, 7:00-11:00 pm - Nancy
It had turned out to be a longer day than they had
expected and it was by no means close to over. There
were just over 200 people to be fed and settled for the
night and they were all tired.
The women spread around the gymnasium were at least going
to live. There was no such hope for the millions
throughout the city and the country or the billions who
would die over the rest of the world.
Nancy's second collection trip out was not much better
than the first. She helped return those medicos who for
one reason or another didn't want to join them but at
least she got to track down some of her own girlfriends,
together with some "eligible" neighbours and sisters.
It wasn't a fast process compared to raiding the hospital
for young women her Uncle Len's party had missed or been
unable to collect earlier.
Though her spiel got spruced up as she repeated it, each
person still needed time to make up their mind, to plead
for their family and finally to say their goodbyes.
"Hello. It's Nancy Pike here. Is anyone home?" This
tended to be followed by a tearful hug though she fled
from one bloody lounge room where a friend's family
suicide pact nearly broke her heart. After that she
refused to go in if no-one answered her call.
She tended to take the person to one side; "Some of my
family can still see and we are trying to save some
others so I'm here to see if you want to join us."
This was the worst bit. Having raised their spirits with
rescue she then had to make it clear that the rescue was
far more personal.
"Can you tell me what your father/mother/big brother
does?"
"I'm sorry but we can't take your family."
"We can take your sister(s) but no-one else."
Sometimes it was a truthful delaying tactic; "We might be
able to collect your dog later." It might make a good
guard dog though she wasn't sure what from.
Once it was better news; "We can take your parents and
your sister."
In each case her Aunt Deb and/or her Uncle Len would have
a talk to the parents. They would point out the problems
they faced, the solution they felt was necessary and the
option where at least their daughters would be saved.
Most accepted it and pressured their girls to go onto the
bus.
Before they did however, each was made to clearly
understand what would be expected from them. They would
be the mothers for a new generation that they hoped would
not succumb to the disease that was even then wiping out
the civilisation that had taken thousands of years to
reach its current state. They would have some choice in
partner but would have to have babies in return for their
keep.
None of her friends or the neighbours she or they
considered suitable refused and all left crying, even the
family who was accepted together. Nancy was no better
off.
One of her friends had her boyfriend Paul with her and
Nancy added him to her list. He had been working as an
electrician and they all agreed that was adequate to make
him valuable.
Her own boyfriend had gone home from university when his
parents had fallen blind; she hadn't heard from him for
over a week and now never expected to again. They hadn't
been so serious that she was heartbroken but she did miss
him. She liked Paul too and figured that he might very
well keep her company as well.
Given the choice of them both dying (Fran wouldn't leave
him) or having his girlfriend impregnated by one of
Nancy's wider family, Paul was willing to encourage Fran
to agree; Nancy's hints that she might need someone too
certainly wasn't a turn off. They finally got on the bus
with the others.
On their return Nancy and Deb got them settled in a
relatively empty area of the Gym and went to grab a bite
to eat and help the others prepare and dispense an
evening meal.
Earlier in the day Nancy had filled the front of the car
up with sliced bread at the supermarket and just barely
fresh enough to eat this was toasted and served with
Irish Stew heated up in an amazing assortment of
saucepans.
It was easier to serve the meals in situ rather than try
to get everyone into a queue to the dining hall and then
back to their own beds but the size of the task meant
that many people found their stomachs cramping with
hunger as the smell of the hot food wafted through the
gym.
David was running food from the kitchen where bread was
being toasted under grillers, on gas barbecues and in
electric toasters plugged into sockets around the wall.
A mountain of empty tin cans was growing where they had
been tossed inside a near empty store room. When they
had a chance the food would be packed away more neatly
and a decision made regarding how they would dispose of
their garbage.
Half a dozen of the blind women had been impressed to
spread butter over the toast as it was ready. After the
inactivity of the last day or so they all found it
uplifting to be able to do something, and something
useful at that. When the task was over they returned to
their beds in much better spirits.
*** August 28, 10:00 pm - Michael & David
As each group finished their meals they were escorted to
the bathrooms by David and Michael. While some were
embarrassed to be taken by the boys, Nancy and Deb needed
a break too and the boys were reasonably refreshed. They
had had a couple of runs getting bedding with the others
but with more hands the job went faster and was less
tiring.
They knew how many cubicles were available and each boy
organised that many people into a centipede and marched
them down (Left-Right-Left-Right Halt). Each was
positioned before a door and their eating utensils put
next to the wash basins.
Feeling their own way into the cubicles they were given
time to complete their business. As each came out they
were assisted to the basins where they washed their
hands, their utensils and whatever parts of their bodies
they deemed necessary with only a flannel wash cloth. By
the time they had all finished the next group was usually
just arriving at the door ready to replace them.
At least they had been spared the necessity of having to
get pads and tampons from the lads. Realizing that
approximately a quarter of the women would be
menstruating at any time, Nancy had insisted that
adequate supplies were loaded onto the first semi-trailer
her father had driven back to the school.
He and her cousin Peter, with masculine oversight, hadn't
even considered the problem but her Aunt Deb had given
her a big hug when told they were there. She made sure
each cubicle had ample supplies and went through the gym
quietly letting the women know where to look.
As each group performed their ablutions, David was
intrigued.
Some women were very self-conscious as though the 14 year
old was staring at their every action. In many cases
they were right, his attention being drawn from one to
the next in turn. These people tended to only use the
soapy flannel on face and neck and what exposed skin they
had, while some of the others dropped dresses onto the
floor beside them and gave themselves a much wanted wash;
comfort being far more important than prudery.
On two occasions a women was prepared to remove underwear
as well and David stood next to them as they washed below
their breasts and squatted slightly to get their pussies
nice and clean. They had heard him come up, his heavier
breathing was noticeable, but they both enjoyed giving
him a bit of a thrill.
Michael wasn't quite so lucky but found taking a military
approach made things much easier to coordinate as did
those people who caught on and complied.
"Rinse out your cloths for the next person. Tomorrow we
will try to get you all toothbrushes - sorry for now.
Lay your cloth over the front of the basin. Pick up your
bowls. Right Turn. Left hand on the shoulder of the
person in front of you. Mark Time. Left-Right-Left.
Forward."
He lead the group past and impressed David who copied his
brother with his own groups.
*** August 28, 10:30 pm - Kitchen
The blind parents Joanna, Julie and Stan together with
Joanna's friends Keith and Deirdre were helping Len in
the kitchen. Most of them were standing around talking
but Joanna and Stan were scrubbing pots and pans with
Len. It was easy enough to tell by touch when they were
clean and Len's role was more to supply the dirty and
take the clean.
Never enthusiastic about washing up, he left them to dry
overnight rather than waste his strength or time in
drying them.
Keith was making some suggestions regarding livestock and
Len was listening while he was rubbing his wife's not so
tight buns, childishly delighting in the knowledge that
he could get away with it provided she kept quiet. She
reached a wet hand down and squeezed his cock through his
pants in turn.
"In the long run you are going to need farm animals.
Fortunately there are plenty around the place and some
will wait for you to get them. Sheep and cows out in
pasture will be okay but it would be useful to get some
dairy cattle in before they dry up."
"Dry up?" asked Joanna.
"If they aren't milked for a while they stop producing
until they have another calf. We can probably find
stores of cheese to keep us going for a while but fresh
milk would be better than raiding drug and health stores
for calcium supplements."
"Okay", said Stan, "we've pencilled in our herd of cattle
what else?"
"There are a number of farms where the animals are caged
or penned in; chickens are likely to die if they aren't
fed in the next day or so. Both they and pigs would
probably end up as cannibals. The chickens could be let
free to fend but we may as well be getting the eggs. I
don't think I'd like to see the results of pigs being set
free after they've been going wild for a few years; a
pig's smart and wild boars or a sow with piglets are not
to be encountered lightly."
No-one said he wasn't likely to ever see a pig, wild or
not but most thought it.
"If you're talking about cages and pens what about the
zoo?" Deirdre's comment stirred them up a bit.
Her husband answered first. "You can't just let exotic
animals go free. They could upset the local balance or
spread diseases. And I certainly don't want to meet a
tiger on the middle of Main Street."
"Most of them are healthier than the wild ones", she
countered but was willing to concede that man had stuffed
up the ecological balance with his thoughtless
introductions both animal and vegetable that she didn't
want to be responsible for any more.
Having been given yet a few more things to think over Len
led them back to the gym; he needed to get some sleep if
he was going to cope with another full day tomorrow.
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