Mad World - Descent Ch. 01

By: Owen Quillin

Chapter 1- 10 Seconds To Midnight

So, the world as you know it, as I know it, is gone. Gone! Destroyed! Nearly nine billion people on Earth, and now, we are lucky if there are nine million. I wish I had answers for you. I wish I had a cool intro scene where a scientist is postulating that the end of the world could come from intelligent spores, zombies, aliens, meteors, God, or even Satan. Anything! But I don't. Honestly, I have no idea what happened. What I do know is that it was us--humanity--that did this.

As far as I have been able to discern there was just too much corruption and too much greed. It doesn't matter who it was because it was all of them. National leaders. Politicians. Lobby groups. The ultra-rich. The poor. The angry. The rebellious. The law-abiding. The pacifists. Big business. Small business. Global conglomerates. Environmentalist. Religion. The atheists. Everyone! They were all playing the game of life and riches only for themselves and no one imagined there could be persons in the game with longer and greater agendas. In the end, the people, the common man and woman, rose up against their leaders and their governments. All people. World wide. Against every government. Every corporation. Every religion. Everyone. It was World War III like no one ever imagined.

The government response was immediate and ruthless. They unleashed their nuclear, biochemical, and engineered virus arsenals upon their own civilian populations. Their military followed after, but they proved largely unreliable after seeing their countrymen, friends, and family being killed whether they were rebelling or not. The US military, the UK, and the militaries of a few other countries responded to their government's human atrocities by rebelling against their government, then World War III turned ugly.

There are no major cities anymore. Nothing populated anyway. Nothing substantial. Most of them are nothing but sheets of glass for miles upon miles. The cities bombed with engineered viruses, chemical nerve agents, or poison gas fared the worst though. Where those killed by nuclear strikes died immediately those bombed by viruses, chemicals, and poison suffered for a long time sometimes before they finally died.

As far as I know, nothing survived the poison, not even the animals or vegetation. Oregon was one of the states that was bombed by genetically engineered viruses designed to pacify and sterilize, and other things. No one goes into Oregon anymore. Those that do never return. California was bombed with chemical nerve agents that swept across Nevada, Arizona, and New Mexico. From what I've heard, whatever is left alive in those states isn't alive anymore. They are mindless, broken, and dead-like though they don't seem to know it yet.

Denver was nuked. Houston and Dallas too. Seattle and Spokane were nuked. And most of the eastern seaboard including New York and Washington DC. Every state's capital and every state's two most populated cities were nuked. The center of the country got the worst of it since after the western states were bombed the fallout traveled east.

Canada is run by a totalitarian regime now. Mexico is run by the cartels. South America is a jungle that devours any who walk in not knowing its dangers. Africa is completely lifeless, painted red with the blood of every tribe. And I have heard nothing about Ireland, Great Britain, Europe, Russia, India, or China. There is just no way to communicate across the world other than ham-radio, and there aren't many that own them or know how to use them anymore.

It doesn't matter really. Not anymore. Now more than ever. Life is all about survival. So who can worry about people on the other side of the world when we're too busy working and worrying about being able to eat today, tomorrow, and through the winter?

For a short time after D-day, power plants, coal-fired electrical plants, and nuclear plants shut down their exportation of energy and became sovereign nations unto themselves since they were guarded by large compliments of private militia. That lasted for a few years, but then leaders of those power plants started trying to conquer the surrounding areas, enslave the populations, and force them into providing foodstuffs. It was only a matter of time before factions and tribes arose to fight for their freedom and resources. The civilian population did what the governments were usually smart enough to not do. They bombed the nuclear power plants. The result was that they went into meltdown, and now there are massive dead zones like markings on zebra's hide around the earth of irradiated land where nothing can survive.

So, how did it start?

Well, it started like every other day.

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Journal Entry, May 6, 2030-

The alarm clock going off had me slapping at it to snooze it before I flipped over and threw my arm over my wife's warm naked body.

"Mmm," She hummed sleepily as she arched her back and wiggled her bottom into my crotch a little more firmly.

It was 3:30 a.m. and my wife was horny. I had to laugh in my head. I am so tired, and I knew Eleanor was too, but still, she was always ready to fuck. The sheets rustled and I caught the hot scent of her arousal. Her wiggling her ass had been enough to create an air current that traveled up the blankets to my nostrils. My beautiful loving wife was not only aroused, she was very very horny!

My dick responded immediately by stiffening and pressing against her large round ass cheeks.

Eleanor Sutton was my goddess and my wife. If I worship anything then it would be her with her long bone straight black hair, her emerald green eyes, her perfect 34D breasts, her small 28-inch waist, and her incredibly broad and thick 45-inch hips and booty.

I ran my hand around her waist and up to cup and squeeze her breast first, but then withdrew to her waist and ran my hand up the steep incline of her hip flare and then still further to the rounded mountain top of her femur before sliding down the gentle slope of her thigh. I slid my hand up the back of her leg and squeezed a greedy handful of her large round bubble butt.

Eleanor's hips weren't actually excessively wide. True, she had broad hips, but they were only as broad as the width of her shoulders. All the rest of her incredibly ample posterior measurement was due to her incredibly fine ass. Heart-shaped from behind, and two jaw-dropping bubbles in profile.

"Mmm," Eleanor moaned as my hands caressed her ample bottom, then she spoke, "Better make it quick old man, or you're going to be late for work. Better make it good, or I will find another dick that can!"

I had to smile. That was her favorite tease. She was besotted with me just as I was with her. There was no other woman in the world for me, and, I hope--I'm sure--that there is no other man in the world but me for her.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"I want it just like this," She purred as she pressed her ass into my groin and raised her right thigh 90 degrees.

My smile deepened though she couldn't see it in the dark, and I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Mmm," She moaned, "You better breed me good, I'm headed to Hood River to visit Mom in a little while and I won't be back until Monday. So, you better fuck me up!"

"Yes ma'am!" I promised, but then asked, "Who is going with you?"

"The girls," Eleanor mumbled sleepily, then added, "Your son is staying here with you."

"My son," I mumbled as I rolled on top of her and straddled her bottom thigh before caressing her upper thigh and flawless ivory ass cheek.

"Mmm," She moaned as I slid my fingers between her smooth pussylips and tested how wet she was.

I was hit by another heady cloud of my wife's sexual aroma and it left me feeling exhilarated as my dick flexed and swelled until it was painfully hard. Grabbing my dick I wasted no more time and pushed my tip between her labia and inside her warm slick sheath.

"Oh---yeah!" She moaned softly, "That's the dick I love!"

Despite the time I knew was wasting away, and that I was very quickly becoming late for work, I fucked my wife in long slow strokes. She moaned and gasped but never opened her eyes or moved an inch. This was all about pleasuring her. She didn't even move when I came inside her the first time, nor when I came the second time. Only after my third did she look up at me, her slightly tilted emerald eyes were filled with lust, and her mouth was slightly parted as she orgasmed. She finally moved then, telling me to withdraw as she flipped onto her belly. She brought her knees up to her elbows, and stuck her ass high in the air before looking back over her shoulder and purring, "Fill me up, Daddy! Fill your baby girl all the way up with your thick baby batter!"

'Fuck it!' I thought, 'I'm already going to be late!'

Moving up behind my wife's unbelievably gorgeous ass I pointed my dick at her pussy and thrust right back inside!

Eleanor loves being fucked from behind, and she let me know this time how much she liked it. She moaned and gasped and mewled. She talked naughty. First pretending to be a young school girl with her teacher, then a naughty cheating wife with her lover, and then she pretended to be my daughter asking her daddy for his seed. My last orgasm was the one that finished me off, and left Eleanor chuckling softly as she lowered her knees and bottom before flipping onto her back and putting a pillow below her hips, "I wanna make sure I absorb all of your seed, Daddy!"

I couldn't withhold the smile that split my face even if I had wanted to. I got up and cleaned up before getting dressed and then rushed off to work. Twenty minutes later, I was a little behind schedule but not too badly when I pulled into the yard and unlocked the gate. The sun was still below the horizon, but dawn would be coming soon I knew. So, I wasted no time in letting myself into the building, finding my paperwork for deliveries, I grabbed the keys to the truck I would be driving today, and headed for it. In just under five minutes I was locking the gate behind my truck and pulling onto the road headed for Seattle, Washington.

By the time I was passing Benton City, the sky was ablaze with the beginning of the sunrise, and it looked to be a beautiful one too.

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Eleanor smiled contentedly as she fell back to sleep. Jonathan was a good man and he fucked her very very well. An hour and a half later, her alarm went off and she rolled out of bed. She didn't bother to dress but instead opened her door and walked naked out to the kitchen to fill the coffee pot with water and put it on to boil. Just as she hit the button to turn the coffee pot on, the back door opened and closed as Nathan came into the house. He didn't have a quiet bone in his body. The boy moved like an elephant through a China shop.

"Really Mom! Again?" He said as he looked his naked mother up and down.

Ignoring the surprised indignation, Eleanor calmly opened an upper cabinet and retrieved a coffee mug before turning around to face her son. Giving him a stern glare, she replied, "This is my house. I can and will walk around it naked whenever I want. Besides, you're not usually up this early, and it's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"I couldn't sleep," He said as he averted his eyes from staring at his mother's nakedness, "So, I'm going to the gym."

"Oh, well, that's fine I guess," Eleanor said, then asked, "Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

"No, Mom, thanks. I want you to put some clothes on," Nathan replied as he cut his eyes back and forth, trying to not look at his mother but still snatching glances at her perfectly round breasts, her curvaceous belly, broad hips, and completely hairless pussy. After having twelve children she should look--worn out--shouldn't she? But she didn't. She barely looked like she had children at all!

"Girls!" Eleanor yelled, "Get up! I'm going to take a shower! Get up and get dressed! We're leaving for Hood River in an hour!"

"Geez! Mom! Yell louder, why don't you!" Reagan replied sarcastically as she came sauntering out of the bathroom and down the hallway.

"Oh geez! Reagan! Not you too!" Nathan moaned as Reagan came around the corner naked.

Eleanor smirked as she cut her emerald eyes to her daughter shrewdly. She couldn't help but see so much of herself in her daughter. Well, all of the girls were very much like her.

Reagan chuckled and tossed her mop of curly black hair. Her green eyes flashed mischievously as she walked into the kitchen and leaned exaggeratedly against the counter. She crossed her arms under her larger double-D breasts, smashing them together and plumping them up and out over her arms.

Nathan closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as he said, "Seriously Reagan!"

Reagan laughed delightedly.

"Did you just get out of the shower?" Eleanor asked.

"Sure did," She said as she pinched her brown skin, "Squeaky clean."

"Good. Then will you please get your sisters up and get them going while I take a shower?" Eleanor asked as she turned around when the water started to boil, "Oh, and have Michelle and Rowan help you get Bridgette and Sinaed dressed."

"Sure," Reagan answered as she came over and got herself a cup for making her coffee.

Once Eleanor finished she left to take a shower. She couldn't help but smile as Nathan protested, "Stop hugging me, Reagan! Geez! You naked horny hussy! Get away! Stop! Mom! Help! Mom!"

The shower was hot and refreshing, and by the time she was dressed and had her hair and makeup the way she wanted, all eleven girls were out in the kitchen or living room, eating or finishing their cereals, and waiting for her.

"Reagan!" Eleanor called.

"Yeah?" Her eldest replied.

"Is everybody packed?"

"Yep," Reagan said, "And the bags are in the van."

"Okay, then let's get going!" Eleanor said.

Everyone was talking and calling out the seats they wanted in the full-size 15-passenger van Jonathan bought for his very large and ever-expanding family. By 7:00 a.m. they were on the road headed for Hood River.

"Nathan left to go work out, right?" Eleanor asked.

"Nearly ran out of the house!" Reagan chuckled.

"You really should take it easy on your brother," Eleanor chided softly, "He's a sensitive soul. Like his father."

"And, who would that be?" Reagan asked.

For the first time in a long time, Eleanor's eyes opened wide with shock. She cut them to her right to look at her brown-skinned daughter sitting quietly at her ease and looking at her with a cocky grin. Eleanor had seen that expression many times before on her own face. Reagan thought she had figured out a secret no one else knew, and maybe she had.

"What are you saying, Reagan?" Eleanor asked her voice low so that the younger girls who were either talking, or playing with their Nintendo Switches, or phones, or listening to music couldn't overhear."

"Mom," Reagan said in a low voice not meant to carry past the front seats, "I'm neither blind, nor stupid, nor naive. Look at me. I'm brown, and Dad is as white boy as you can get. You're not black either. You're about as white a girl as any white girl can get too. I was born after you married Dad, so it's obvious. You cheated on Dad and got pregnant by some other guy, right?"

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out," Eleanor deadpanned.

Reagan didn't know how to respond and so stared at her mother. After a few minutes, she finally asked, "How many times have you cheated on Dad?"

Eleanor cut her eyes toward her daughter, then looked back at Michelle who was sitting with Bridgette and Sinead, and Rowan who was sitting with Maeve and Gabriella. Rowan and Michelle looked back at her. They were listening. Eleanor looked back at Reagan and said to the three girls, "It's none of your business. Any of your business."

"Does dad know?" Reagan pressed.

Eleanor turned back to watching the road as she answered, "He was there when you were born, Reagan, of course, he knows."

"Does he know you're still cheating on him?" Reagan asked.

Eleanor looked at Reagan then back to the road, "Like I said, it is none of your business."

Reagan was smart enough to not smirk at her mother. Instead, she felt confused. When she looked at her brother and sisters she saw her mother in their faces and her mannerisms in their actions. True, some of them had mannerisms like their father. But that could all be from upbringing, not actual inherited genetics.

She loved her mother, but also hated her, and was intensely jealous. Jonathan loved her, Reagan like she was his daughter while she loved him--like he was not her father. When she was twelve to fourteen she understood it to be a crush, but now that she was twenty-three, she felt like it was much more than that.

He never saw her love though. The only woman he worshiped was Eleanor. Beautiful. Perfect. Eleanor. His wife and a woman that Reagan was sure was cheating on him. And worst of all, she was getting pregnant by her lovers and letting Jonathan raise them as his children!

Jonathan was a good man. He deserved better than her mother. He deserved someone loyal. He deserved her! Reagan! His daughter who was not his daughter!

The drive to Hood River took nearly five hours with several bathroom stops and diaper changes. Eleanor pulled into her mother's apartment parking space with a sigh and turned off the car before saying, "Okay! Pile out! Let's go see Grandma Theresa!"

There was a clammer of excitement as Maeve, Gabriella, and Heather, ages six, eight, and ten, unbuckled their seatbelts and rushed to open the sliding door. Sinead and Bridgette, ages four and two were still being unbuckled by Michelle and Rowan. Gwendolyn, Evangeline, and Rosemary, ages sixteen, fourteen, and twelve, were too moody to be in a rush for something so generic as seeing their grandma and aunt.

Theresa Adaline heard her daughter's van pull up and met her grandchildren on the porch. By the time Eleanor arrived carrying Bridgette, she had given most of the grandchildren their hugs and kisses whether they wanted them or not. Reagan and Michelle came trotting up with big smiles and hugged their grandma while Reagan approached more slowly, looking so very much like her mother except for her mane of curly black hair and her medium brown skin, and carrying Sinead on her right hip just like her mother was carrying Bridgette.

"Well!" Theresa said loudly over the noise of the younger girls who were being directed inside to watch one of their favorite cartoons, "I guess one of us had to be like my mother!"

Eleanor grinned, "You say that every time."

"Well, that's because the stunning number of children you've had amazes me every time I see you?" Theresa said as she walked up and took Bridgette from Eleanor.

"Hey, grandma," Reagan said as she came up and hugged Theresa.

"How have you been?" Theresa mumbled as they embraced.

"Good," Reagan replied.

"No boyfriends?" Theresa asked.

"Nope. None," Reagan chuckled, "But then, I'm not looking at the moment. Where is Scarlett?"

"Working," Theresa replied.

"Where is she working now?" Eleanor asked.

"Down at Rosauers," Theresa said then waved Reagan and Eleanor to follow her, "Come on inside! Let's not stand here talking on the stoop!"

"Grandma?" Gabriella whined, "We can't find any cartoons!"

"I wanna watch Dora the Explorer!" Little Maeve added.

"Mom! Grandma! What's going on?" Evangeline asked, her voice worried. She was staring at the television.

"I don't know," Theresa said as she focused on the news broadcaster, "Turn it up."

"This is breaking news," The news reporter said, "It has happened! It has finally happened! World wide every major city is on fire! Just a few weeks ago the doomsday clock was set to ten seconds to midnight! Well, those forecasters were not that far off! This morning the world rose up and delivered a stunning message to their leaders! They have said we are not going to pay your taxes anymore! We are not going to obey your laws! We are not going to submit! No more corrupt political posturing! No more lawlessness! No more totalitarian tyranny! Thirty-nine senators and two hundred congressional house representatives were ambushed this morning and killed! Four Supreme Court judges are dead! And an emergency security council has been summoned here in the US where the President is about to declare martial law!"