Prescriptions – 5

We took our pills and set off.

The morning air was chilly. It ran its fingers through my clothes as we sped up onto the highway. I didn’t complain. Especially if Helen was okay with it. But really, I wasn’t sure if it was in fact the cold. It could be the sickness.

I pulled myself closer. Moving forward on the seat. My thighs tightened around her hips. My chest was on her back. My hands made their way down her back and around to her stomach. My groin pressed up against her ass. I could feel my cock against her tailbone. It was getting hard and I was getting hot. This was the closest I ever got. She twisted the throttle and sent me back in my seat.

Like I said before, annoying.

I spent the rest of the ride cold. My forearms tucked under my chest. It barely kept me warm.

Within an hour we were there. Overlooking a small bay, a harbor, filled with all types of vessels. Boat houses, yachts, fishing boats, and even a cruise ship. All tied together by make shift lines and foot bridges.

We rode down to the beach and found a boat.

It’s strange that we, the guinea pigs of this clinical trial, have decided to come here. To live on boats. Some of us, may get cured. Some will die. But what was really messed up, was our prescriptions. We didn’t know what anyone was being given. We didn’t even know what we were taking. All the medications were in the form of a white pill. To make things even more fucked up, we knew there was a control group. People that were given placebos, even though we all were sick and well on our way to die.

Prescriptions – 3

We rode out of town.

Finally there was some color. Thanks to nature. There was grass. Trees. Even birds. Yet, we were still confided within the concrete highway.

There weren’t too many people on the roads. About one car for every couple minutes. And usually they were on the other side or crossing on an overpass. Hard to believe this was Los Angeles. No traffic. No people. The weather was still nice. But with the sickness, everyone fled. Well, all the ones that survived. Big cities meant big death tolls. Massive death tolls. There were hardly enough people left to clean up. Within weeks the smell and infestations were unbearable. People went to the countryside. Higher elevations if they could. Water was cleaner then the water below where our reservoir systems had failed. Of course, because there was no one left to run them. It’s amazing how much work a city needs to operate.

I wasn’t sure why we were back here. But we were already leaving again. I guess nature had enough time to sorta clean the city and Helen thought it was a good time to come back. Maybe to stay? Maybe to pick up some things? Neither was the case. I doubt she came back to make me a sandwich.

I never asked her where she got it though.

“We going to stop at the next exit,” Helen shouted back to me.

“That’s fine,” I said.

The scooter puttered up a ramp and she pulled to a stop before the intersection up ahead. We were under a lamp post. And somehow, that lamp post was on. Not that it wasn’t time to be on, it was getting dark, but it was just on. Not too much power ran through the city, so I’d thought people would save it for their homes. For whoever wanted to still stay here. So for this to be on was nice. Like an oasis for the night. We would sleep here. Kinda counter intuitive if you thought about it, but hardly any crime was committed anymore. Hardly.

I got off and Helen pushed the scooter onto the grass. She pulled out a thick blanket and spread it on the ground. It was slanted. We were on a hill leading down to the highway. A good vantage point I guess. We could see down to the highway below and to cars coming up the exit ramp. Didn’t matter though, I felt safe. So did Helen.

She laid down on one half of the blanket. On her side with her back toward me, she went to sleep.

And just like that, I did too.