Gay And Alone During Pandemic Pt 3

He forgot about the rapist in the house, forgot about the crazies, forgot about his dead family, and forgot about the end of the world.
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The sun rose on the forth day of Jonah’s absence.
The sixteen survivors were all early risers now, but it was cloudy, so most of them didn’t rise until much later.
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Vera woke up blearily in the attic of the large farmhouse that had become their home. She could feel the comforting weight of Davis’s burly arm across her thin shoulders. Her stomach felt queasy, and her period was almost a week late. Only part of the sick feeling in her stomach was from bundle of cells attached to the uterine wall. She was afraid. She couldn’t quite put her finger on how she knew, but she knew the group was no longer coherent.
Jonah’s departure had shaken the group somehow. Everything was tense. Mark and David had gotten into a fight, and no longer spoke. Everyone was walking on eggshells. Mark had become brusque, and even cruel to his watch partners, or anyone who had to interact with him.
Vera shuddered, and moved closer to Davis. Half-asleep, he pulled her in closer. Davis was the kind of partner he hadn’t had since college. The casual kind. They didn’t have condoms, and Davis tried to pull out, but he didn’t always make it. How would he react to realize that he had fathered a child in this uncertain world? How did she feel about it? She opened her eyes in the dim light of the cloudy afternoon, and she could see a couple of her man’s shirts hanging from a rafter. They were on gleaming wire hangers.
The glint of rosy light from the cold copper wire sent a pang of deathly cold fear through Vera. The...