2.1 - Making Our Way

Dallas' Diary

Well...It's been awhile since I wrote. After Mom died we began to be called upon to take various jobs so we have all been very busy. And, to be honest, my word processor was broken so I couldn't write anyway. My repairman, aka Houston, was too busy.  

Houston was first to get 'drafted' for work, but being the oldest of us that was to be expected. He was strong and handy having been our repairman since he was old enough to clean out the toilet so it was no surprise when the Military 'volunteered' his services to them. 

He didn't seem to mind too much. He worked out harder than ever and told us we needed to do the same. Houston said it would help with ES. 

He finally got a few minutes to fix my word processor in between his workouts thus I am finally writing this. 

All I had to say was, "Houston, we have a problem!" and he knew something was broken. He ran and grabbed some duct tape and a screw driver and things worked better than ever; the toilet, the sink, my word processor, everything. 

To be honest, I miss him now that he is gone. Oh, he isn't dead, at least I don't think he is. He just moved out as soon as he finished his tour - he said he couldn't stay here any longer. He wanted freedom before ES struck. I laughed and said he had plenty of time. He corrected me.


I had already learned about ES, but he informed me it was worse. People were getting senile sooner than ever. Our mother had lived to be in her 80's (might have lived longer if I hadn't intervened) but now ES was striking as early as 50 in some cases. If I didn't believe him all I had to do was look around. Everyone was old. And most were just like mom. 

Houston left home a hero. The streets are safer since he was able to put his handiness skills to use and repair a lot of the military's equipment so they could patrol the streets. The curfew was lifted. I hate the outdoors so who cares...but I guess some do. At least it IS safer. A little, except for the zombies. Yuck. 

Before he left, he snuck me a present. He got a drafting table for me. He said to keep it a secret. No one was supposed to have one but it might help me design new toys and clothes to help bring back some of the fun. But it had to be a secret. I LOVED it. I worked with a salon for awhile trying to help people feel better about themselves and drew a lot of sketches to show them how to have fun. But more about that later.



So that a brings me to my twin sister, Paris. Our personal chef. She was already making food that didn't attract flies. They must have heard about her at the soup kitchen. She showed them what they could do with a Hot Dog. No - NOT THAT! 

She worked with the other chefs and together they discovered a way to prepare food that could be stored longer without spoiling. No more flies!!!! I LOVE YOU PARIS!  

In exchange, she got to bring home one of the special storage containers. The whole Valley should bow down before her now that we have no more rationing and can eat when we want. I had no idea how good things could taste.  

The only problem with Paris, is she is just a nutcase. I think she spent too much time with her head in the oven. I am afraid ES might be sneaking up on her early. But I will gladly put up with her since she makes great food. 

Next, we have my sweet baby brother, Austin. He is just so NICE to everyone - even the OLD people with ES. It almost wants to make me barf. I suppose that is why he was selected for his job. He likes to talk to people so if he can fix the phone lines we can talk all of the time. Right now we are limited to two days a week that we can use the phone. If he gets the lines repaired, we won't be limited. 

He is also working on a way to lock the gates and doors to keep the zombies and government spies out. They are REALLY watching him.  



So back to me I guess. As I looked around I realized that Houston was right. I wasn't getting any younger and EVERYONE around me was already in the early stages of ES. It was difficult, if not impossible, to find any young people left in the Valley.

Then I remembered something Houston said to me when I was only 10. He told me I was "very important to the survival of this family." Well, he didn't know how true that was becoming. My stupid sister was crazy and Austin was still trying to figure out the phones and Houston, he bailed. That left me. 

Please, don't judge me. I had to suck it up and - well - procreate. It would have been okay if there were any men my age to - well - help me out with my problem and then it wouldn't have been a problem. But there weren't. 
I quit my job and disposed of the drafting table. Then I proceeded to seduce the first old geezer I found...and then the next...until I got one of them to come to my house - well - bed. 

Seems ES doesn't affect their libido. However sweet Austin almost screwed it up for me. I finally got one of them all the way to the bed in the basement and he came in to investigate.  

It was all I could do to keep it together to get the deed done! It took the old guy 5 times, but finally it worked and I would never have to see him again.

9 months later I went into labor in the bathroom. Thank goodness for Houston's prowess with a wrench and duct tape, it was clean. Crazy Paris helped me out as I delivered not one, but TWO babies! 

He gave me twins! The old guy still had it. A boy and a girl. Marshall and Pampa. We didn't have any cribs so Paris and I just laid them on the floor. They didn't seem to mind once we fed them. 

After they were born, I thought maybe I needed to do this one more time. My mother had four children and she had hoped for us to do good things and I killed her (ACCIDENTALLY OKAY!) but still. She had high hopes for us and I felt like if I only produced two children I would be letting her down. Houston and Paris had done good things and maybe Austin could get us phone service so this would be my cross to bear. Having sex with another slobbery old guy. 

I called the one that came before and he was 'busy' - doing what I have no idea. So I called the other dude. He fell for it and actually made it to my house. He started to pucker up for a kiss as soon as he got there. Okay, let's just do this. 

Thank goodness he was quick. I wasn't sure I could go for 5 times again. I guess they should be thanking me - huh? I gave them a thrill. It was a blessing for me they wouldn't remember it.  

My little ones were growing up in spite of me. We only had one children's book for them to read and I cursed myself for not being able to convince the powers that be to start making toys for them. Poor things. At least they still had the raggedy old teddy bears to keep them entertained. 

I am now heaving into the toilet regularly. A sure sign that the old guy did his job and I am going to have another baby. 

This one is taking a toll on my body, more so than even the twins. Maybe because I now have to deal with two grumpy toddlers and Paris up and left. I guess she didn't sign up for Nanny duty. 



Now that it is just me and Austin - who is gone ALL the time - I must admit, I am frightened at what the future holds but I am doing my part to see to it that our family has a future. 

And just for the record, my two kids - Pampa and Marshall - are growing on me. I have learned that I love them - a lot - and that surprised me a little - well it surprised me a lot! I am already becoming attached to the one growing inside of me as well. Motherhood....what more can I say?

That is all for now, I gotta throw up again.

Dallas.


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