Chapter 4-1
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Chapter 4
Winston Porter worked the rope to haul water out of his thirty-five-foot-deep, hand-dug well. It was a daily chore and took a good bit of time to get water for plants and for him and his two sisters. He thought of his parents and two siblings. All were lost to the f*****g N-Virus. He carted water into the house and to the plants.
As he and his sisters had a light lunch of vegetables, he said, “I’m worried we’ll run out of food. I was never good at picking wild mushrooms except for the lobsters. They’re easy to tell apart, but the others—” He hunched.
Angela, his baby sister, said, “If we know they’re poisonous, we can eat them and be done with it all.”
Joy, Winston’s twin, added, “Yeah, but I hear it’s a very painful way to die. Not for me.” She patted Winston’s arm. “Don’t worry. Things will work out. We’ll get more seeds to grow more things.”
Winston groaned. “I never saw that damned virus coming as bad as it did. We should have prepared more.” He stood. “Have to start getting wood for the winter. It’s a b***h cutting and chopping it by hand. This damned old house is too leaky. It takes too much wood to heat.”
Angela stood with him and hugged his arm. “You’re my hero, big brother.” She stretched up to kiss his cheek, and he bent.
She had a short but athletic build, and she wore short hair. He wished she’d find a man, if there were any left still alive. Joy had a similar build as Winston, tall and balanced, and she had a wonderful ponytail. He wished for a man for her, too. Then he chuckled and wished for a man for himself. A hot sexy one.
He sighed and went to light the controlled burn to get rid of extra limbs and such.
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