"MAMA! DADDY! Stop! That's enough!" a woman yelled. She was around thirty, pretty faced, with brown eyes and blonde hair, all topping childbearing hips and pair modest B cups visible through her tank top.
"Mama? Daddy? You have a kid?!" Colin asked.
"Shut the hell up!" Jack roared, turning to the girl standing there, "Zoey, this doesn't concern you, you best get on out of here."
"Listen to me! What you're doing here isn't right! We can't just toss people we need into a pile out back!" Zoey yelled.
Jack got closer with his hand raised for a smack, but then a metal bat hit him in the head and sent him to the floor with a thump.
"Jack!" the woman yelled as she released Mary Anne. This allow the devout Christian girl to regain her modesty as the woman tended to the old psycho.
"Y'all listen here! You're breeding program bullshit isn't gonna mean a damn thing if we lose more people than there are made!" a young man yelled. He had blue eyes like the old woman and brown grizzled hair, wearing a brown leather jacket over a plain white tee-shirt and jeans. This was the old couple's son, and the man with the bat.
"You two don't know nothin'!" the old woman yelled, lunging at them. Zoey jammed a needle in her neck; the tranquilizers kicked in and sent the old lady napward.
"You little....AAAAAAAGH!" Jack growled as Colin shot him in both of his knees.
"Ah'm sorry, Daddy... ah'm sorry it had to come to this." Zoey said as her brother knocked the old man out with a blow to the head before carrying them off.
"Thank you... I... suppose." Mary Anne said nervously.
"Sorry about your dad..." Colin was cut off by Zoey.
"It's alright... mah parents went crazy after their granddaughter got infected on her way to school, they saw they whole thing... it broke them, and broke them hard...." Zoey said. "Now Michael has to take them both to one of our safehouses and leave them there..."
Colin and Marry Anne could tell this was hard on her and didn't ask what happened to her daughter. All the others got now was that they were free to act as they pleased. Two of the pregnancy couples left to find help elsewhere, Paige left to find a position of authority, and everyone else did whatever. Colin saw that Mary Anne was concerned about the road ahead. He put a hand on her shoulder and told her "Don't worry, I'll stick by you. We all will, right guys?"
Colin had been the best bimbo fighter and Mary Anne the kindest person in the house while the old couple ran the place, so the remaining people nodded.
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"Hey Larry! Bimbo, nine-o-clock!" Colin yelled to the red headed funny man atop the watch tower.
"Okay, Coli-boy!" Larry said as he dealt the bimbo a headshot.
Things were different from a year prior: Without the old people's restrictive policies, they were actually able to start building up a surviving community. An old retired teacher by the name of Mrs. Polwats prepared to educate the new generation of kids. A group called the Greyed Berets found them and lent a hand with security. And overall, the group had more freedom of their actions.
Lindsay and Lynn rejoiced at the fact they could now train as bimbo fighters instead of care givers. Miles and Margaret rejoiced in the fact they could be together and spend time trying to develop a cure for the virus.
Strawberry was happy caring for the young infants as their parents did their own thing. Everyone had never been better since this mess started.
Colin walked by as he looked around at all that was accomplished, until a hand touched his shoulder and handed him a folded up paper.
"Thanks, Babs."
"Anytime." the former post lady turned messenger said.
Colin opened it up and his jaw dropped, as it was...