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A new world
It is cold. I let the window of the bus run forward. A converted Citaro2 that I rebuilt after the last Covid wave. Who am I? I am Jonathan and one of the lucky ones who survived the Omega variant. In 2030 there was a last vaccine which should help against Psi, but before it could be distributed Psi mutated into Omega. And Omega lived up to its name as the last. Very few survived the infection and the virus learned to stay in the air and spread even without a host. Mankind retreated to underground cities which were hermetically sealed. I am one of the survivors of the Omega infection. We are called Immune because we can’t get Omega anymore and we are the only ones who still transport goods and people in this world outside. My bus has 3 trailers. I live and sleep in the bus in the first trailer is a refrigerator and in it I transport perishables, then comes my transport compartment in which I transport people. Often these are high-ranking people who think that everything can be fixed with money. That may be true in the bunkers, but not out here. Here you are as good as your weapon and your supplies. The weapon is not for highwaymen but for wild animals. The Immunas all stick together and those that don’t die out here. And I have dry cargo in the last trailer.
I look at the clock. 23:45. I breathe heavily and think about sleeping in the wilderness again. But then I already see the light of Dresden. My last stop this week, before I can refuel and repair. Short time later I arrive at the unloading point I look around but before I can back up and unload a figure in the ABC suit comes to me. I recognize her as the daughter of Thomas, my customer in Dresden. A young woman with fiery red hair and a cute face. That’s all I could make out, because I’ve never seen her inside the decontaminated zone without a protective suit. I realize that she is crying, I open the window and she tries to speak but you can only hear her sobbing. I get out and calm her down, shortly after she manages to tell me in tears that her father is dead. He died in a fire in her store. Her whole life is burned.
I groan inwardly because now I have to look for another customer for the goods, whereas paper, wheat and pigs are goods that go well.
Suddenly I see what you never want to see on protective suits when they are in use.
Their zipper is open. I turn pale. Was she supposed to die like that?
I pull her towards the bus, hoping that she is not infected yet, although I know that she was definitely infected during the time she was out there.
She tears herself away and takes off the suit hood. I stand there and look at her in confusion.
She tells me that she caught it 5 days ago and survived.
She apologizes that she can’t pay and that she has no diesel. I take her into the bus and she breaks down again. I know that she has nowhere to go. I think and ask her, “Do you think you can live out here?” She looks at me and I wonder how I never realized what a beauty she is. She answers, “Would you really take me in?”. I answer her that if I sold anyway the bus must wait and if she wants I can also install a bed for her. “But there is another bed?”:she replies and points to the second bed in the corner. I explain to her:” No that bed is the spare bed. That’s if I find someone out there or someone has an accident and you have to tow them in.
Each of the drivers has something like that in the car and no one is left behind.” I sit her down and go to the spark to sell the goods but don’t get my hopes up because I am very late and many are already asleep but sure enough a buyer is found. I drive off and find him after a short search. He thanks me and explains that his actual load from Berlin has not arrived today and whether I can look for the driver. I write down the name and the vehicle and after the business was settled and I have filled up, I headed for the next workshop.
Actually I wanted to stay over the weekend but since I know about the missing driver,
I decided to just change the oil and filters, have the cooling units serviced, and have the brakes done. I noticed some damage to the suspension and after all the repairs and a third bed was installed, we left.
I quickly realized that I was too ambitious.
After about an hour, I noticed how fatigue overcame me and I could hardly concentrate.
I knew that if we didn’t find him soon, his sentence would be passed, but also that driving tired could be your death sentence. I was about to stop when I could make out white lights. They were faint but definitely there. After a few meters I see where the light is coming from. A truck has slipped and is hanging in front of a tree. I suspect the worst and stop. I take my flashlight and grab my gun. An old revolver meanwhile repaired from many different together but very reliable and strong. I open the door and get out. After a short look around I walk towards the truck and inspect the damage. All of a sudden I hear a groan and the click of a door lock. Behind me, the driver’s door bursts open and a man covered in blood falls out. I want to call for my companion, but I realize that I don’t know her name.
I call: “Come here and help me”. She sticks her head out of the bus door and looks at me. She sees the man and asks me if he is dead. I answer that he will be if we don’t help him. We carry him into the bus and lay him on the third bed. I get the diesel pump from the toolbox and start to fill the diesel of the truck into the bus.
After unhitching the trailer of the truck and hitching it to me I went back to Thomas’ daughter and asked her how he was doing and what her name was. She replies that he is doing well under the circumstances and should survive. I look at him and see some very well made bandages. “And my name is Alina.”. “Do we want to go on or do we sleep here?”: I ask her. She answers: “I am tired and wanted to lie down but if you want to go on I will stay awake”. We agree to sleep and lie down. I wake up and feel something warm and soft on me. I want to move and realize that Alina is lying on top of me. She grumbles something and wakes up. She gets up and apologizes, but she was cold and didn’t want to wake me up to turn on the heater. I counter that the heater is not connected, because the generator is connected to its diesel line and I have to come up with a solution before the winter that you can use the generator and the heater at the same time. She hugs me and explains that she then sleeps with me in one bed.
After breakfast and after we have taken care of the man we drive on.
After 4 hours of driving we stop for lunch. I conjure up on the stove fried potatoes With scrambled eggs and bacon. After the meal I want to lie down but the man groans. Alina and I go to him and he opens his eyes. After a short time he introduces himself as Jakob and asks where he is. Alina explains that he is in our bus and that we are taking him to Berlin. He asks what happened and I answer that he probably slipped and hit a tree. His truck is no longer drivable but we took his trailer with us. I also tell him that we took the diesel with us. He thanks me and we drive on. After another 4 hours I want to rest for the night but Jakob offers to drive. I refuse because he is still in pain. After dinner we lie down and Alina cuddles up to me. After a short time Jakob falls asleep and we hear him snoring. Alina whispers to me whether she has already thanked me properly for taking her along. I say that she doesn’t have to, her father has also done a lot for me.
But before I could finish speaking she had disappeared under the blanket and I felt her sweet mouth on my penis. She is very good I think suppressing a moan not to wake Jacob. The last time someone satisfied me was a long time ago and I came after a short time. She came up again and looked at me questioningly. I looked back confused and she asked me if it is rare that I am pleasured. I answer that if she is referring to my visits to the brothel, they were for two reasons. One was to do business, as there are many businessmen there, and the other was to visit a friend who works there and has an open ear for who has good cargo and offers. She looked at me surprised and opened that she did not think that I did not use the services of a lady there. I smile, pat her on the head and reply: “No, I am not someone who likes to take advantage of people who are in bad situations and fight for a meal in their belly and a roof over their head”. She replies that the girls are there voluntarily and like to do that. I look at her and ask her if she really believes that. She buries her head in my chest and we fall asleep.
The next morning the three of us wake up and make breakfast. After the meal we drive on and I ask Alina how seriously she meant it that she wants to stay with me. She asks what I mean and I ask her if she is confident to drive the bus. She looks at me and answers that she should be able to do it if I show her everything. I stop and put her in the driver’s seat.
“This is the switch to start and stop the engine. Press it for a long time.” :I explain and she starts the engine. “Very good. This is the parking brake.”:I say and point to a small lever to her left. “Step on the service brake the left pedal and then pull up on the black ring on the parking brake lever and pull the lever forward.” She does as I tell her and I show her where to select the gear and how to drive. After a short time, she manages to drive very smoothly and safely thanks to the bus’s automatic transmission and a little practice.
We drive on and I just show her the way. After a few hours we are in Berlin and bring our guest to a hospital that also treats Immune and unload afterwards.
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