Welcome to My World

Chapter One:

If someone would have told me that over half of the earth’s population would die out by the time I was a teenager, when I was a little girl, I would have laughed in his or her face. But as it turns out, the paranoid people, the ones that were prepared for the inevitable apocalypse, the catastrophic something, they were ready for what happened.

Things weren’t always like this. I remember when everything was good – well, as good as life gets, anyway. Things used to be so simple and uncomplicated looking back on it, now. There was a time when it didn’t matter who your significant other was, or who you loved, or who you slept with, or who you chose to date. We had the freedom to make that choice for ourselves – unless you preyed on kids or tried to fuck your dog.

Now… Now is a completely different story. And it all started five years ago.

We’ve all seen those zombie movies where someone thinks that they found the magical fucking cure for some life-threatening disease. If you think that’s where I’m going with this, you’re wrong. That didn’t happen. No one started foaming at the mouth and chasing after people, with a crazy craving for brains.

No, if that were the case, we probably wouldn’t be in the shit situation we’re stuck in now.
Nope, we were hit by a plague. And when I say plague, I mean nasty, contagious, no hope of surviving it. Ever. It was like the Black Plague all over again, just different symptoms.

Everyone was at each other’s throats. We, America, were blaming one country. Other countries were pointing their fingers elsewhere. Needless to say, by the time everyone chilled the fuck out, they realized it wasn’t some insane terrorist attack. Everywhere was being infected. There weren’t any exceptions.

There were so many different strains of the disease, that by the time someone finally came up with a vaccination, there were already new strains killing people. The world was in mad hysteria.

Finally, two years after watching people get sick and drop like flies, we were finally able to get rid of it for good. By the time the dust settled and everyone was relatively healthy, we had less than a fourth of the global population left. That’s not even including the people that survived the illness and died because their weakened immune systems left them weak too feeble to endure everyday life.

When everything was said and done, the government became hell-bent on procreation. They were convinced that it was their mission to repopulate the earth and they were going to us to do it – willingly or not.

Everyone, eighteen years of age and older, was to be assigned one or two mating partners. Our partners were to be life-long and we wouldn’t be able to change them. The government was even supplying extra income for the new lives that we were expected to create and care for.
At first, it didn’t seem so terrible. Already married couples weren’t reassigned, just encouraged to continue to have children. Same sex couples were also exempt. The women were asked to conceive through IVF: In Vitro Fertilization. Men were asked to donate their sperm, to do their part.

I guess the first couple of years didn’t go as smoothly as they had hoped. Last year, they started cracking down. People protested, sure, but it wasn’t until last year that I really understood why. Almost all women were forced to ‘marry’ two men and spread their legs. I understood that. But, last year, shit really hit the fan.

People who were rebelling were getting their bank accounts frozen and getting arrested. It didn’t matter if their spouses were cheating. A friend of mine was put into a coma by her match and the police did nothing about it. She wasn’t with child, so no one even tried to help her. I was angry. I was pissed! I was livid and going out of my fucking mind.

I helped her get out. Some friends of friends told me about two men that were housing and assisting anyone who wanted to fight their partnerships. I thought it was just a rumor - that is until I saw it for myself.

It’s a lavish apartment building that’s huge. There aren’t very many people staying in it. The guys who run it are powerful and have even more powerful friends and deep pockets. I’m guessing that’s the only reason that they haven’t been shut down. Everyone they take in is more or less protected by them. They offered me sanctuary, should I ever need it.

They’re good guys and I’ve stayed in touch with them since. They’re good friends, despite our age differences.

That brings me back to yesterday, which also happened to my eighteenth birthday. This morning I was given the names of my partners – Brian Haner and Matt Sanders. They’re attractive, local and definitely not strangers. They’re also womanizing. They have never been faithful to anyone a day of their lives.

I don’t know them well, but I know enough to decide that I didn’t want them. It’s bad enough that I’m expected to just give up to men, but ones that can’t keep it in their pants with anyone?! I don’t think so. I packed up my things and I went to the Sanctuary. That’s what everyone calls it.

The guys stopped by my parent’s place on my way out. I told them that it wasn’t going to happen and left before they tried to talk me out of it. I’m my own person and I’m going to stay that way.

I know that it’s not the last that I’ve heard from them or the government. That doesn’t mean that I’m just going to lie down and take it. Today’s the day that I joined the rebellion. The government is relentless, but I’m a bitch. Oh yeah, it’s on.

Notes

For those of you reading Almost Easy, that story is still priority. Updates of this story won't be daily until I'm closer to finishing my other ongoing story.

With that being said:
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Xo,
Katie