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Vault 69	By : sandman-nobody Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 107266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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A/N: Hey everyone, this is Hero. Thanks for the support of the first chapter. By this archives standards it actually went fairly well. Here is the second update, number three should be up in another week. Keep up the reviews, I love to see what you guys have to say.
Tags: M-solo, slight incest.
Beta: Lords of Ember Celica
Word count: 8,281.
Chapter 2 – Shower Surprise
The weeks that followed seemed to pass as a blur for Tomas. In a matter of hours the general population had been released from lockdown only to then be ushered into the Vault's cafeteria, the only area within the shelter large enough to hold all one thousand of them. Tomas of course had been exempt from attending, but his sister had relayed everything that had happened and what had been discussed after returning a few hours later.
Obviously, the lack of any male presence was quickly noticed. The Overseer explained what had happened, solemnly informing everyone about the accident, how the radiation shielding had been insufficient in the male dormitories, which had been the reason for the prolonged lockdown. Until they had investigated and inspected every inch of the Vault, they didn't want to risk anyone else's life after they had already lost half their population.
Ideally the families who had lost loved ones would have been informed individually, but due to the sheer scale, as well as the nature of the accident, it had been decided to inform everyone at once so they could rescind the lockdown. Everyone gasped, some collapsed while others burst into tears. But the majority accepted the devastating news with a chilling calmness. Not especially surprising considering how much many of them had already lost to the Great War.
After holding a brief moment of silence for those who had died, Overseer Turner explained what this would mean for the future of the Vault, how everyone would be expected to pull double duty for their survival.
It hadn't taken long before someone shouted out what everyone was thinking but nobody dared to say. "What future!?" As an uproar began to build, Mabel Turner's voice echoed above the roars of outrage and hopeless wails and called for silence so she could reply to the one who made the statement by revealing that, while the loss was substantial, it had not been complete.
Thanks to a lone male having been present in the female dormitories due to an oversight, literally arriving right as the Vault had been sealed, there was still hope for the future. Mindful of the grief and feelings of loss those present were still experiencing she had been tactful, but didn't pull any punches either upon explaining their long term plan of action.
Effective immediately any woman that was approached by Tomas Swan was to immediately comply without question or hesitation to anything he inquired or desired of them, up to and including anything of a sexual nature. Any complaints of resistance would be met with imprisonment or worse. To ensure maximum fertility, medication and hormones would be introduced to their food supply that would encourage their bodies to ovulate regularly. And, as if all of this wasn't bad enough, that's when they revealed his age.
The shock spread throughout the room in a riot of hushed exclamations. Even calling out for order over the speakers hadn't been enough to quell the growing presence of unease.
The Overseer tried to keep the peace, demanding everyone to calm down and understand the position they have been put in. Thankfully they quieted enough to hear what she had to say, though worry still painted their faces. What would happen next could only be described as complete and utter propaganda, on a scale that even the military recruiters hadn't been able to stoop low enough to see, let alone reach.
Overseer Turner started by commending everyone, and reminding them of how strong they were for surviving the Great War as they had for as long as they had, that not even the nuclear attack unleashed upon them by China had been able to kill them, their country, or their way of life. She then asked them to remember all those who had sacrificed themselves and their lives so they could be here right now. It was alright to mourn, but not at the expense of their own survival. They were alive because it was their mission, their duty to survive and to honor the many loved ones who they lost.
She asked them to remember them, and to remember their sacrifice for the greater good. Be it those who fought to defend their great country on enemy soil, or those who died defending their own. To even think of squandering this chance they had been given was an even graver insult than the one their enemies had made by attacking them in the way they had.
Her voice rose with an almost religious fervor at that point as she proclaimed those who fought and died for them would expect them to do everything in their power survive and insure that one day their great and proud nation could be rebuilt, so it could in turn endure just as they had to make it happen.
That was the general message anyway. From that point on it was mostly nonsensical drivel, the sort you would hear on the news whenever there had been a loss on their side, making sure to repeatedly use words like, strong, and survival, and humanity. And, eventually, they were enough to soothe the snorting beast threatening to collapse her Vault before population ever became a problem.
The women of Vault sixty nine walked back to their assigned quarters without incident afterwards. They weren't happy, but at least they weren't rioting either which had been the primary concern. It seemed the Overseer had been able to convey the importance of what she was asking of them and make it sound like a dignified part of their lives and not enforced whoring of the population to a minor. By the time they woke up the next morning, the distribution of jobs and integration into their new lives would keep everyone too busy to think about something as impossible as what had been discussed.
Everyone had gone to bed that first night expecting to find some teenage boy waiting right outside their door the following morning telling them to bend over and spread their legs. But eventually, they seemed to forget about it and him all together.
That had been two weeks ago, and Tomas Swan had yet to take a single step outside his door.
More trapped than he had been while the Vault was under lockdown; the young man spent the last fourteen days lying in bed without so much as moving a muscle. The only exceptions being when the need to use the bathroom or the rare occasion hunger forced him to eat something. If not for his mother, the poor boy would have starved by this point. He just hadn't yet worked up the courage to face the overwhelming female populace. Well, almost.
Three days ago he'd made a small venture out to quell the mind numbing boredom of his metal gray room. What happened shook him to his very core.
Spotting the only male in the entire Vault, every eye in the area turned and was glued to his frame. What made it even worse was the hushed silence, followed by what he could only describe as a torrent of whispers that grew louder than any roaring riot could hope to match. It was more than enough to send him back into the safety of his bed, which was where he would stay for the rest of his remaining time on this earth so long as he had a choice in the matter.
Feeling a tender touch to his shoulder, the young man was gently shaken until he was pulled from the sanctuary of unconscious bliss. Groaning into his pillow, Tomas lifted his head to hear the sound of his mother's soft and soothing voice.
"Baby?" she called. Her hand ran long strokes up and down his back. It was just like she used to do back before the bombs had dropped, and just like then it left him feeling warm and happy. "It's time for school, dear. You need to wake up and get ready." Finally, in true mom fashion, she moved to tear the blankets from his body, destroying the warm nest he had built through the night. He groaned pitifully in protest.
It took another five minutes before he was anything close to what could be considered alive. But when he did manage to stand up he suddenly wanted nothing more than to go back and hide under his blankets and pillows.
Remembering what his mother said about school, he immediately recalled just what day it was, and how he had been dreading it since finding out.
Per the Overseer's decree, everyone under the age of eighteen would be required to attend regular classes where they would be observed and tested so that, upon graduation, they could be placed in the job best suited for them. Being sixteen, he was also required to attend despite already having a 'job'.
"Do me proud little bro," his sister smiled at him from her own bed. Still unprepared, she had her own day ahead of her with a new job that would be her assignment for the rest of her life. Originally she had been assigned as her mother's aid, charged with taking notes or keeping her informed of the goings on that pertained to her position in the Council. Knowing this had been due to either her mother serving on the Council, or her brother being the only male in their population she was less than happy with the clear nepotism at work. After two weeks, she had lost her patience and went to have 'strong words' with the Overseer and demand a job befitting of her skills and education.
"I'm expecting a whole litter of nieces and nephews by the end of the week." The resounding laughter continued until Jessica gave her daughter a firm slap to the back of her head.
"Clair!" Jessica barked, her own bed a mere few feet away, "what have I told you about teasing your brother? Don't you think he's having a hard enough time as is?" Her daughter rolled her eyes.
"Seriously mom," she groaned, "if I can't laugh about it all I can do is cry. Or, you know, acknowledge how super creepy and completely wrong this all is." Getting up from bed her mind flashed to an image of her brother actually 'doing his job' and a shiver of disgust wracked her frame. Turning to her mother, she forced a smile. "Besides, don't tell me you aren't curious about when you can expect your first grandchild, lord knows you bugged me about settling down enough times."
Jessica swatted her daughter on the shoulder a second time. Laughing at her reaction, Clair just fell onto her cot, ignoring the look of disapproval her mother etched into her back.
A couple of steps took the woman to her son where she set about smoothing his mussed hair. He slouched and frowned, but otherwise put up no other effort to dissuade her. "Everything's going to be fine," she promised. "I know you're nervous, but I swear this isn't nearly as scary as you've been imagining it cooped up in here all this time. It's really not that different from how things used to be, just go out there and focus on getting good grades. And, if you happen to find a nice girl you like, try and talk to her. The only one who can make this a big deal is you." Satisfied with her work, the mother of two gave her son one last look before kissing him on the cheek. "There, now why don't you get something to eat before your shower and have to go?"
"Fine," he promised. Quickly thereafter he returned to his position, forcing a deep sigh from the single mother.
One perk about this whole ordeal, Tomas found, was the dramatic upgrade in living quarters he and his family had been given after that day two weeks prior. While they still had to share a single bedroom, the shower, toilet and living room seemed like living in a penthouse suite compared to the shared facilities the rest of the Vault was forced to endure. He couldn't help but feel it was meant for the Overseer, or some other important figures in the Vault.
When asked, Mrs. Turner had simply replied with, "We hope to have your continued cooperation," and then walked away without another word. It was more than a little unnerving to say the least, especially since he had seen several boxes of things being taken OUT of the dormitory as they had moved in. Now, every second he spent in his own shower or sleeping in an actual bed, all he could think about was what he was expected to do in return.
"As much as I'd like to stay, the Overseer asked me to meet with her to discuss something. She didn't say what, but she would have told me if it was going to be long so I should be back in a bit. Do you want me to bring your dinner back to our room?" she asked. He just nodded his head and the mother took this as her sign to leave. No sooner did the door close behind her did Tomas hear his sister's deep sigh of relief.
"Finally," she groaned. With their mother gone she wasted no time in getting up from her bed and pulling the zipper of her yellow and blue jumpsuit as far down as it could go, all the way to its beltline. Pale flawless skin was exposed to the light and her brother's eyes; inch by inch it split and parted to reveal her chest as she took a deep breath.
Her lone observer swallowed at the sight of her chest expanding and rising from the cleansing intake of air. Tomas then had to watch as his sister shimmied out of the tight restrictive uniform, her breasts shaking and jiggling until she finally managed to get the material past her widened hips. Dropping the jumpsuit to the floor, she was left in only her bra, a thin white tank top, and a pair of standard white cotton panties.
Free of her confines, she dropped to the bed with a sound of contentment.
Reveling in the sense of freedom, Clair looked to her brother only to sigh when she realizing he had been watching her, his expression still one of shock at the unwitting show she had put on for him. Throwing the discarded uniform in his direction, it harmlessly hit the wall behind him then fell to the floor.
"Seriously?" she grumbled, "you literally have an entire Vault of women to screw and you ogle your sister?" This prompted his cheeks to ignite a bright red.
"S-Shut up!" he cursed, pulling his head back under the covers. "Why the hell can't you just keep your clothes on like normal people?! Mom told you to stop doing that around me."
"Because, these stupid jumpsuits are stuffy," Clair glared, fanning her sweat stained cleavage. "I hate wearing them to begin with, and besides," casting a small glance at her breasts, her cheeks burned, "I don't think these are gonna fit for much longer." This muttered statement urged Tomas to peek out from under his covers, to shyly glance at his sister's changing body.
Whereas her B-cup breasts used to fit comfortably in almost everything, the staggering growth spurt she had undergone in the last week resulted in her developing a significantly larger bust in addition to some extra padding to the roundness of her hips and thighs. From what Clair had explained, this had been going on all over the Vault as a side effect from whatever the hell they were putting in the food. Whatever was meant to make them more fertile had altered their physique noticeably as well.
Swallowing nervously, without meaning to the young man found his eyes tracing up his sister's legs, stopping at the pronounced mound pressing against the tight elastic of her underwear. He felt his member begin to throb. At the thought of becoming aroused by his own sister, his eyes went wide before clenching down tight. His tone was clipped when he spoke. "Could you at least close your legs?!" he exclaimed.
To her credit, glancing down at her lap, when Clair saw how much of herself she was showing off her pale complexion darkened and she immediately complied. Glancing nervously she drew her blanket over her lap before answering. "Sorry," she mumbled, and she sounded sincere for once since they had arrived a month ago.
Tomas returned to facing the wall, choosing not to answer her apology. Truth be told, his sister had always been somewhat pretty, no matter how annoying she might have been. But after being introduced to the Vault, with her new attributes he found his opinion shifting from pretty to actually kinda sexy. This made life very difficult for young Tomas, as though he didn't have enough problems to deal with.
"I-I'm not hungry," he finally managed while walking past the breakfast his mother had fetched from the cafeteria. And without another look at his sister, he pushed down all the thoughts and pressure he could feel building up as he dashed straight to the bathroom.
With his back against the door, Tomas tried to calm his racing heart. Rather than dwell on what waited for him the rest of the day the young man tore off his clothes and jumped into the waiting spray to wash away his stress.
Under the warm water, he turned his head up so his face was pelted by the stream as he let his mind go blank. After so many days of inactivity and being confined to one room, his muscles ached with atrophy. The steamy spray soothed them and his mind like nothing else.
Turning up the heat another notch, he groaned at the sensation, enjoying the warmth that surrounded and spread through him. Unfortunately, most, if not all the comfort he might have felt was ruined by the incessant throbbing between his legs.
Looking down, the young man was once again disturbed by his own sudden growth spurt. Much like Clair and the rest of the women in the Vault, his hormonal boosters came with a small side effect. While nothing obscene, his once average five inches had grown an additional two more, as well as a small boost to girth. Coupled with his scrotum feeling like an overinflated balloon he wasn't able to help himself and reached down to hold it, only to groan in relief at the added pressure.
As if his body being altered wasn't bad enough, Tomas quickly discovered the physical growth came with an equally increased libido. As a result, what had once been the occasional moment behind his locked bedroom door had turned into an almost daily need to spill his pent up arousal. While not entirely unpleasant, the act always left him more frustrated than when he started, his body craving what he didn't yet understand. But with no other alternative, he simply did what he could.
Slick with the water raining down on him, the long fleshy pole passed easily through his fingers. The tension, which had been building more and more over the night and morning, began to bleed into pleasure tingling up his spine and down to his toes.
Closing his eyes, Tomas hardly needed inspiration to get the job done but it came nonetheless.
Before the bombs fell, he'd had a rather attractive pinup posted on his door right in front of his bed. An advertisement for Nuka-Cola, the young woman was of course beautiful with short bobbed blonde hair and makeup done to the nines. Her body, shot from the side, best accentuated her long legs and round bottom, showing a great deal of skin but not enough to be called indecent. It had served him well over the years and he knew it would continue to do so for many more.
Trying to focus, it was almost too easy to conjure up in his mind thanks to all the time he'd spent staring at it. Remembering her short cutoff jeans and toned thighs he increased his pace, his heart starting to pound. He imagined her fingers slipping into the waistband, and peeling the shorts over her wide hips and down her pale thighs before pulling her legs free. Then, with a seductive smile, she laid back, one hand cupping her breast as fingers pinched and twisted the sensitive pink bud and while her other hand slipped down over her trim stomach.
Gliding over her bellybutton, her nails toyed with the elastic band of her panties, peeking under them to rub her pelvis only to pull back before venturing too far. Her seductive smile then grew when she saw him watching her, and that teasing hand slid further down into the strangely plane white cotton panties she wore, her thighs parting to reveal the outline of her mound pressed against the strained fabric, as well as the outline of her fingers clearly visible tracing over the sensitive flesh until she was cupping it, one finger slid in.
In his mind, he could hear her voice calling out to him between panting breaths, her moans of pleasure and need almost…familiar. Finally, after what seemed like forever, her hand emerged, the fingers coated with a clear sticky essence that dribbled from their tips just as the precum was from his cock.
The slick juice coated fingers then moved upwards, past the swell of her hips and her soft padded stomach, over her large heaving breasts until finally it reached her lips…and for the first time since she had lay before him he saw her face.
Not the face of the Nuka-Cola poster girl, but a face he knew all too well, the face of his older sister!
As soon as her face appeared, he would have stopped immediately were it not for the deep throb of pleasure that echoed through his loins as in his mind's eye he watched her delicate pink tongue lap up the sticky mess from one finger after the next. As horrified as he was from the spectacle, it wasn't enough for him to relinquish the firm grip he had on his member. Not yet at least.
Recoiling for a moment, his mind flashed to the memory of the perfectly clear view he had seen just a few minutes earlier. Her pale thighs, the visible outline of her lips pressed against the thin cotton of her panties, the smooth flawless skin of her breasts as they bounced and shook before his very eyes. Before he knew it, the flood that had been building in his overstuffed balls came charging out of him and onto the shower stall floor.
Gasping, one hand pressed against the slick tiled wall as he struggled to keep himself upright. Meanwhile, pulse after pulse of creamy jizz fired from the tip of his swollen head, only to circle the drain and disappear forever.
When it finally ended Tomas was panting, struggling for breath while his body continued to shudder with pleasure. The delightful afterglow tingled throughout his body while he gave his still hard member a few last tugs before letting it fall between his legs. Washing his hand in the spray he stood upright, only to flinch.
Ignoring the fact that he'd just jacked off while thinking about his sister, Tomas was too annoyed to even think of processing that trip to the therapist. At the moment, he was more focused on his dick, which was still standing just as ridged and hard as before. The throbbing ach that had already been keeping him up at night was now even worse. Once again, his little stress relief session only seemed to have made him even more stressed.
Just as Tomas was considering a second attempt, a loud bang crashed against the door. "Hey!" his sister's voice yelled over the roar of the shower. Considering what he had he just been thinking about concerning her, panic ensued.
"Are you gonna be in there all day? I gotta get ready too ya know?" she pounded her fist one more time before stalking off to wait. Not nearly as urgent as she sounded, what she wasn't saying was that she was more worried about there being any hot water left for her to use. The Vault had a perfect system in place for water reclamation, but like any other shower, the hot water wasn't infinite as the family of three had learned.
"Y-Yea," he stuttered, turning off the water as soon as his shaking hands could manage. As soon as the water stopped, he jumped out of the stall, patting himself dry with a nearby towel. "Just… just a second!"
He knew it was stupid, and entirely unreasonable, but right then; all he could think about was that his sister somehow knew what he had just done, and just who it was he had been thinking about when he did. Feeling his heart pound in his chest, he dried himself as quickly as he could before reaching for a fresh set of clothing.
When he opened the door his sister was waiting for him, arms crossed under her impressive assets and unintentionally giving him a rather clear view of her cleavage. "What?" she asked, curling her face at his twitchiness. Eyes opened wide, he just stood there in silence, mouth open and a half formed smile on his face as though he were trying to laugh it off.
"Whatever," she sighed, rolling her eyes before pushing past him. Following her with his eyes, he received a firm shove between his shoulders before the door slammed shut behind him. Turning around, his cheeks burned bright red.
'Great, not being able to talk to girls is one thing. But now I'm gonna be a freak around my own sister?' Wanting to punch something, Tomas just sighed dramatically before grabbing the bag he'd been given for school and moving towards the door.
As horrifying as it was to think about facing the Vault full of women, the thought of seeing his sister again fresh out of the shower lit a fire under his ass so hot he didn't even notice the tent still poking the front of his jumpsuit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be until about halfway to class before he was able to correct the ailment.
With his face still burning by the time he sat down in his seat, the young boy tried to not to think about just how many women had seen him walking around the hallways with his boner standing as tall and proud as any flagpole could hope to be. Facedown and resisting the urge to hit his head on the desk, Tomas could still hear the whispering giggles of the teenage girls around him. Though not as bad as his first outing, it was still obvious that he was the center of attention.
The classroom looked, surprisingly, like a normal classroom. Maps and charts covered most of the walls, and in the far corner he could see bookcases filled texts they would no doubt be studying throughout the year. Even the desks, small and uncomfortable as they were, seemed to have been ripped from an everyday high school.
Despite a distinct lack of windows and grey metal walls in every direction, it could be mistaken for any one of the many that had kept him for the better part of his life. Vault-Tec really had thought of everything, which only made their monumental oversight that much more frustrating.
Keeping a hand on his head, Tomas dared to take a small peek from his seat. What he saw wasn't very comforting.
Sat in the very center of the room, empty desks surrounded him in a way too obvious to be a coincidence. At the very edge a few girls could be seen sitting, but were all turned to face away from his direction. For the girls who couldn't find a seat far enough away, they stood along the walls whispering and glancing at him every chance they felt they could get away with.
He officially wanted to die.
Getting ready to slam his head on the desk and leave it there until graduation, Tomas heard footsteps approaching. He was resigned to ignore them completely, until a voice broke through the whispers surrounding him.
"T-Tommy?"
The surprise at being addressed at all was almost enough to miss the familiar voice. But looking up, he could never mistake the brash and tempered tone that had tormented him well throughout his life.
"Camille?!" The rest of the room forgotten, Tomas felt his heart stop at the sight of his childhood friend standing in the middle of the room beside him. Before he could blink she was on him, wrapping her arms around him so tight he thought his neck might snap.
Camille Lopez, the girl whose family had moved across the street when he was five. He'd been just as much a spaz around girls back then as he was now, but it hadn't stopped them from becoming good friends and forming a bond that had lasted into the decade that followed. Just seeing her, and knowing that she and her family had somehow made it into the Vault was more than anything he could have hoped for.
"W-What are you doing here?" he asked, tears blurring his vision for the first time since arriving in pure unbridled joy. Giving a laugh, the young man pried himself from her arms to get another look at her.
Smiling down at him, she was just as emotional as he was, wiping a trail of tears from her cheek with the back of her hand. Tomas took the chance to commit the sight of his friend to memory once more.
Her father's Mexican heritage heavily dominated her features; from dark brown eyes that twinkled with joy to the matching smile that threatened to split her deep olive skinned cheeks. All this was framed by a thin curly cut ending just along her jaw line.
She was just as he had last seen her, though now dressed in the familiar Vault-Tec jumpsuit.
"M-my, granddad," Camille stuttered through her tears. Releasing another joyous laugh, she let him go and stepped back so they could talk like they always had. "He had connections with the government, and managed to get me, mom, and Paulina a spot through a friend. I didn't even know about it, but mom told me it's why we moved here." Paulina being her younger sister of several years, he was glad to hear she had made it. "Well, dad was with us too until…" She stopped, some of the excitement in her eyes dimming at the memory of her late father's death. Just as quickly as it came up she made an effort to push the thoughts from her mind and smile at her friend.
"What about you?" Before he could defend himself, the young man was treated to one of Camille's affectionate punches. Which in actuality were just excuses for smacking the crap out of him whenever she felt the need. This time, he didn't even care.
"Owe!" Much.
"I don't know?" he confessed, rubbing his chest where she had just punched him. "My mom just, drove us here when the sirens went off then showed the guards that weird necklace she never takes off and they let us in." Shaking his head, Tomas shrugged his shoulders. "She told us a few days ago that she won some kind of lottery and it came with the house, it's why we moved out here after I was born, but she never said anything about this," finishing his story Tomas just smiled, once again relieved in having his best friend back.
"Okay everyone!" a slightly older voice interrupted their reunion. "Please take your seats, class is about to begin." Looking away from Camille to the source of the voice, Tomas saw a woman who, while older than any of the girls in the class, didn't appear to be that much older than his sister.
Taller than average, she had a very angular face with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones. A uniform of pitch black hair pulled strictly towards the back of her head. Causing her features stand out even more than usual against her pale complexion. Though her expression was pleasant enough, she held a distinctly cold aura about her. Though being perfectly honest her face was not where Tomas found his eyes drawn to.
As if her intimidating features weren't enough to draw his attention, her body was better than any pinup he'd ever seen. She was… blessed, as his mother would say. Nothing impossibly large but Mother Nature had gifted her with ample incentive to draw men in for all the good it did her here. Even through the multiple layers, there was a definite wobble that never seemed to stop, only making it even harder to look anywhere else.
Smiling to everyone, her eyes stopped on him and she paused mid step. The wobble bounced when she did.
It lasted only a second, but it was long enough for Tomas to remember the situation he was in. And while seeing Camille again had almost given him a sense of normalcy for the first time in weeks, every ounce of joy and cheer that had begun to bud within him died in a blossom of dread and self loathing as he looked around and watched the girls rush for the desks farthest from him. Camille excluded, he was given a front row seat to watch the downtrodden and downright fearful expressions of those forced to sit near him.
Lifting some folders from her own bag and shifting the papers on her desk, the women he could only assume would be their teacher looked entirely unfazed by the room of teenagers staring back at her. She touched the tight professional bun holding her long, black strands in place and scanned the room, almost as though she were trying to commit their faces to memory. It wasn't until she looked up at the clock that she turned her smile back to the class and began to speak.
"I guess, I should start with greeting each of you and saying how much I am looking forward to getting to know you all over the next year. I would ask that you please refer to me as Missus Green," pausing she gave a warm gentle smile to the class, the kind that was meant to calm and be soothing. Her tone was level and practiced. Whatever she did before the bombs dropped, it was clear she was used to speaking professionally. Leaning back in his chair, Tomas tried to listen to what she was saying, but found it difficult to look her directly in the eye. Her cool blue orbs were almost clinical in the way she was surveying them. "I am looking forward to our time together," she went on, "but first, I think I should address what each of you are probably thinking." Taking a breath, her smile disappeared.
"The world, at least as we knew it, is dead. Over. Destroyed," she declared so bluntly that even the scattered whispers that had been fluttering throughout the room died instantly. If she noticed this however she didn't let it show. "Everyone you knew outside this Vault, most likely everyone you knew in general has been killed. Or at least, put in a position where death will find them soon." Again, she paused. "And here you are… back in high school," she laughed under her breath but no one else was brave enough to do the same.
"I know at least a few of you are less than pleased to find yourselves here. Some of you may even have been forced. The world has just ended and you're stuck here, learning history and math, and other things that seem entirely pointless in the grand scheme of things. I understand that, and in your position I would even agree. But I am here to tell you, that it is not pointless, if anything it is among the most important things you will ever do in your lifetime. Despite what happened, you are still here. You survived and it is your responsibility to learn everything that humanity worked so hard to create so that you can pass it on to the next generation."
Finally, her big blue eyes crinkled with her smile. "You may think now that the world has ended, but you need to know that is not true, not as long as we continue to live, not as long as we survive. As long as we continue to live, and continue to remember, the world as we knew it has not ended. So you need to work harder than ever to make sure who we are, and all that we have accomplished isn't lost. That is the price of survival."
Tomas couldn't help but feel her eyes settle on him and hesitate before moving on. But before he could dwell on the image for long, she reached into her bag, only to pull out a book.
"Now that we have talked for a bit, who here has read Hamlet?"
What followed turned out to be a surprisingly normal class despite the obviously disturbing way it had begun. Tomas just sat in his seat, took notes and if he focused, could even forget about the recent global apocalypse.
Mrs. Green even turned out to be pretty cool. She didn't make class a rock concert or anything, but he managed to make it through an entire lesson on classical literature without falling asleep. And that was saying something. When everything was said and done, he had to admit the day could have gone a lot worse.
The bell for lunch rang halfway through a lecture on the history of the early American colonies; something he was thankful for as he never really cared much for history. And while he could have simply returned to his families' dormitory, he decided that he would much rather follow his friend to the cafeteria and continue catching up.
He and Camille were about to leave when someone stopped them. "Tomas?" the teacher called out just as they were out the door. Turning, the pair spotted the women leaning against her desk with a smile painted on her face. "Would you mind staying for a bit? I was hoping we could discuss something privately." Blinking in surprise, he looked to his friend to find her raising an eyebrow. Not knowing any reason why he should refuse, he hesitantly nodded.
"I'll… catch up, just save me a seat okay?" he nodded toward Camille, who shifted her queer gaze to the teacher before moving back to him.
"Kaaaaay." Giving him a look he didn't recognize, he watched her disappear down the long metal hallway before turning back to Mrs. Green.
"Um, what's up?" he offered, nearing her desk but keeping a few steps of space between them. This proved to be a fruitless effort however. As soon as he stopped she crossed the remaining distance until her voluptuous form stood within arm's reach. "Do you… need anything?"
"I just wanted to say hello, personally." Her calm expression lifted with a smile. The corner of her lips rose only slightly, but the effect was impossible to ignore. "I'm happy to have you in my class, but I also hope we can become good friends." Seemingly genuine, Tomas couldn't shake the intense focus of her gaze as she watched him, waiting for him to respond. He did so cautiously.
"Thank you?" he tried. The sudden proposal felt odd and left him more than a little nervous. As nice as she was being, he couldn't help but still feel intimidated by the older woman. Her sharp eyes and piercing gaze insured that no matter how warm and friendly she might have seemed, he couldn't quite shake the feeling of being a particularly interesting bug under a microscope. Whatever he was expecting to happen next, it wasn't his teacher reaching out and laying her hand on his chest.
"Look, I know this is not easy for you," she spoke with a soft caring tone, but her eyes were just as cold as before. He could almost imagine himself slowly becoming incased in ice despite the warmth of her touch. "All this responsibility and pressure, it must get hard." Unable to say anything, Tomas just nodded his head, his eyes focused on the sight of her hand still touching him.
She made a concerned noise. "I could not imagine what it must be like for you." To his surprise, he found himself disappointed when she removed her hand. The soft heat that it left was almost cold in comparison.
"Well, I just want to say that if there is anything I can do to help, please just let me know okay? I may have been a psychiatrist before all this, but I asked to be a teacher because I care about you children. I want to do everything in my power to make sure each of you get everything you need. Understand?" And while he didn't, Tomas still made sure to nod his head, which caused the kind woman to flash her teeth once again.
"Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer. But thank you for taking the time to talk with me. I… hope we can do this again sometime." Brushing a hand over her ear, she coyly tucked a stray strand of hair away.
"Okay!" Tomas nearly shouted, only to flinch at the volume. Thankfully Mrs. Green answered with a smile, laughter tinkling like bells passing across her lips. Before he could do anything else to embarrass himself he quickly left the room, unaware of his teacher's eyes following him the entire way.
Disappearing around a corner, the sight of Camille standing casually against a wall was almost enough to make his already panicking heart jump out of his chest. He must have taken longer than he thought.
Skidding to a stop, she watched him; her expression looking more bored than anything else. Compared to his own wide eyed face, it was comical at best. Without so much a word, the teenage girl simply shook her head before moving from her place to walk down the hall. Tomas hesitantly followed after her.
It was fairly easy to find the cafeteria thanks to the clamor of so many voices. Wandering in, Tomas and Camille were able to get their food before finding a table hidden in the very back corner of the room. It was only once they were seated, trays of food set in front of them that Camille finally spoke.
"So how was the sex?"
Drinking a Nuka-Cola at that very moment, the young man had to stop himself from spewing a mouthful of soda all over his friend, something she no doubt appreciated. Nevertheless, pounding his chest with his fist he had to fight to catch his breath.
"What the hell?" he shot his friend a crazed look. If she was at all apologetic for her blunt words, she didn't show it. In fact, narrowing his eyes, Tomas could swear he saw a hint of amusement dancing across her features, like a spark just waiting to find something it could catch aflame. "I don't know what you're talking about," he swore. This prompted a dramatic roll of Camille's eyes.
"Please," she grinned, and then went as far as giving his shin a playful kick underneath the table. "Don't think I don't know what you were up to." Offering him a cheeky grin Tomas squirmed at her insinuations.
"Oh come on," he grumbled, pushing his tray away. It was a childish move, but after everything that has been happening, he felt he earned it. Camille choked back a laugh.
"I was at that stupid briefing thing too you know," she reminded him through a mouthful of food. Unlike Tomas, the young woman had no trouble eating. But then again she had always been like that. Nothing had ever seemed to surprise her or faze her. It was weird when they were younger, but now Tomas just found it annoying.
"The one where they explained how you were gonna be pumping us full of ankle-biters?" she went on. Smacking her lips, she dropped her french-fry to look him dead in the eye. "When should I be expecting you by the way? I mean, are you free tonight, or do you already have another five chicks lined up? I know they said anyone you approached had to bend over or whatever, but is there a schedule they haven't told me about or do I need to get on some waiting list?" Raising her eyebrows expectantly, it was only because of how well he knew her that Tomas was sure she was being one hundred present sarcastic. "Just want a heads up, you know? Motherhood and all that." Not much in the mood for her sense of humor, he just glared.
"Why was I happy to see you again?" he growled before pushing his tray of food away completely. Tomas didn't wait for her to answer, simply meeting the table with his head while he rested. Camille, not entirely heartless, gave a small sigh before begrudgingly running her hand over his hair.
"There-there." After a few seconds the young man let out a sigh. Lifting his head and glancing at his friend, happy in spite of it all to have her with him. He couldn't imagine sitting here without her. And seeing her return the expression, he knew she must feel the same.
"What's the problem anyway?" she challenged. "Like, any guy on the planet would kill to be you right now. What's so scary about a little vagina?" her crass words forced a pinched expression on her friend's face, causing her to in turn release a long laugh. Happy to have the tension lifted somewhat, she bumped him with her knee. "Huh?"
He chose to remain silent, internally struggling with the decision to open up. Finally, after a few seconds he sat up straight.
"I-I've never done it before!" he admitted, surprising no one, "and now I'm supposed to just walk up to a girl and ask them to have sex with me? What the hell do I even say?"- 'Hey, you're looking pretty today. Would you be the mother of my child?' -That's crazy!" and giving his friend an exasperated look, she had to stop herself from laughing at his obvious distress. "I couldn't even ask Molly Auburn on a date…"
"Tommy," she smirked, "you gotta learn how to talk to girls other than me sometime. Especially if you're gonna populate the entire Vault, or whatever. That's gonna be pretty hard if all you can manage is to stare at them with your mouth open," she paused to take a bite.
Staying silent for another handful of seconds, Tomas stared into his hands thinking over his friend's words. He couldn't ignore this forever, he was smart enough to know that much. And even if it was only to get his own sister out of his mind, he really, really needed to.
"You think it will be okay?" he asked, completely serious.
"Sure." she shrugged. "I mean, it's just sex. Not all that complicated. Even a bonehead like you can figure out eventually." Then, before he could enjoy the moment for any length of time, he watched her expression turn snide. "Besides, have you ever considered the fact that you are literally the last man on earth? The last one any of us will ever see anyways. So unless half the Vault suddenly decides to start eating carpet, you have pretty good odds" this resulted in Tomas palming his face, if only to hide the begrudging smile that only Camille could manage to bring him.
A/N: Again, next update should be next Friday. Keep up the reviews and the love. Hope you guys are enjoying where this story is going. I hope to hear from you soon.
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