Chapter 3: The Birth of The Hub - Part 4

Chapter Summary: In this chapter, we see Angus talking to Ford where Angus’s action to the request from the young boy would change Ford’s fate. Then, we’ll see Abby taking action to get what she wants. Finally, Angus and Killian leave the town.

(A New World Saga - Part 4)

The Birth of The Hub - Part 4!

26th of May 2093 - Oregon, Pine View:

Angus slowly moved out of town, not wanting anyone to notice him. The streets were dark and deserted. The only light in the area was a few metal barrel fires spread around the area so that people could see in the dark at night. He passes an old 7-11 store that the town converted into a blacksmith. Angus thought this was a good idea, seeing how they couldn’t get what they needed from the outside world anymore.

Somewhat surprisingly, he found a horse tethered to the railing in front of it. He grins; maybe he’s going to make it out of here after all. As he starts to move toward the horse...

“It’s right around the corner.” Turning round to see who said that, across the street, Angus saw an old man sitting outside of his house on his porch.

“What is?” Angus asked in shock, not expecting to see anyone here.

“What you’re looking for.” the Old Man told Angus as he winked at him knowingly, and before our wanderer could ask more, the old man walked back into his home.

Wondering what the old man was getting at, Angus walks around the corner. As he did, he found himself in front of the post office. An old, small brick building. Chiselled in the granite facing: “UNITED STATES POST OFFICE. EST. 1884.”

Although the place looked like it had been stripped a long time ago, it still had a proud, official, almost holy feeling to it. As Angus wanders in, he stops to read the credo calligrapher on the wall. “Neither snow nor rain...” He turns as he hears something. Standing there was Ford, leaning against a wall.

“I knew you’d come here.” Ford informed the old man with a smile.

“Oh, you did, huh?” Angus asked the teenager.

Ford nods sagely, before asking, “How do you get to be a postman, anyhow?”

“For me, being in the right place at the right time.” admitted Angus.

“How could I do it?” asked the young man.

“I thought you wanted to drive cars.” Angus reminded Ford.

“I did,” admitted Ford, “but not anymore. That was kid’s stuff. I came to realize it was just a dream, that I’ll never be able to do that anymore. But this is real. So, where’s the right place?”

“Could be anywhere. Anytime.” Angus told a half-lie, before fully lying to the teenager, “Only another postman can make you a postman.”

“Kinda like vampires, right?” Ford jokes.

“Something like that.” laughed Angus, “You have to be sworn in.”

Ford raises his right hand, palm out, ready to take the oath. It takes Angus a moment to realize what Ford wanted.

“Listen, Ford, this new organisation is kinda shaky.” explained Angus, trying to convince Ford not to do this, to be part of this lie, “It might not last.”

“What does?” asked Ford. From what he heard from old people in town, nothing lasted before the Great War, more so since afterwards. So, he learned to enjoy the moment, as it might not last for long.

“You’ll meet a lot of people who won’t believe in you or believe that the post office has returned.” the wanderer told the black teen.

“I’ll set them straight.” Ford told Angus with a determined look on his face.

“It’s a lonely job.” warned Angus.

“I’ve been lonely all my life.” Ford informed the man.

This response strikes a chord with the postman. He could see how badly Ford wants something to hold on to. Angus could see the teen in himself. Although surrounded by people, he felt alone, with nobody who understood him, wanting something to hold on to, to make his life whole, but found what was missing.

“So have I, Ford. So have I.” admitted Angus with a sad sigh. As he realized that for the teen, this was what he was looking for.

“What the hell?” Angus said after looking at the creed on the wall, “If this is what you really want, repeat after me. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

Which Ford repeated word for word. Once he finished the creed, Angus said, “Okay then.”

“Okay, then.” repeated Ford, thinking that he had to.

“No, no, no, I’m saying that. You just listen...” Angus told the teen, “By my authority, you are now empowered to carry the mail. Congratulations, you’re a postman.” Angus extends his hand to Ford, hoping that he didn’t make a mistake here.

The two men shook hands. Angus didn’t realize it, but this was the most important moment in Ford’s life.

“I want you to know I’d die to get a letter through.” Ford told Angus firmly.

Ford’s intensity takes Angus aback, making the older man think this could be a mistake, as he doesn’t want the teen to die for delivering a letter.

But before Angus could say another word, they heard a voice behind them. “Johnny, why don’t you run along? I need to speak to this man.”

In the doorway was none other than Sheriff Brisco. Ford bristles at ‘Johnny,’ knowing that the sheriff, knowing that whatever he wanted, was serious for him to use his real name. So, looking at Angus, the teen said, “I’ll see you around.”

“Sure thing, Ford.” Angus told the teen, as he left the two older men alone.

“Johnny’s really impressed with you.” the sheriff informed Angus. “In fact, the whole town is really impressed with you.”

“But I take it you’re not.” said Angus.

“Smarter than you look.” Brisco remarked.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” asked Angus.

“You can clear out. Or I can throw you out.” Brisco told Angus, “Either way suits me fine.”

“I’m afraid you don’t understand, Sheriff. I’m a government employee. Authorised by -” Angus tried to bluff his way out of trouble.

“You’re not authorised by shit.” the sheriff told the man, not being taken in by the lies. “You’re nothing but a drifter who found a bag of mail. And I want you out of my town.”

“This is going in my report.” Angus informed the man, trying to keep the lie going.

“These people don’t need dreams, Mr. Postman.” Brisco told Angus firmly, “They need something real. They need help with the goddamn Holnists. Are you going to bring them that?” Brisco was met with silence. “Didn’t think so. All you cost us so far are a few bowls of soup and, maybe later, a few broken hearts. I aim to keep it that way. You can stay till morning. Then I don’t ever want to see you again.”

As Sheriff Brisco was making his way out of the post office, it surprised him to hear Angus say, “Sheriff Brisco, you’re wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Brisco.

“You say that these people don’t need dreams, that they need something real. But you are wrong.” explained Angus. “Take it from someone who knows. People need to have a dream, something to hope for, otherwise, they are slowly dying. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had a dream to leave where I was a few years ago, I would be living that life. Slowly dying, miserable, waiting for death to take me.”

“At least you were safe, weren’t you?” asked Brisco.

“I might have been safe, but I wanted more, some sort of hope, even if it meant my death. It would have been better than the life that I had.” Angus informed the older man, “I’m not saying that dreams can’t be dangerous, as they can be, but for me, I was lucky to have my dream fulfilled and I was able to leave my settlement.” Angus didn’t want to say where he really came from, as it would make things harder. “I’m not saying that their dream will come true, as not all dreams can come true. I’m not saying that they might not die because of it, as they could die. However, even if it’s for a short while, they can be happy and if they do die, they will hopefully die happy, dreaming of hope and happiness. What would you prefer for your people? A town full of cheerful people thanks to having dreams, or a town full of miserable people just waiting for death. You could say that those goddamn Holnist would be doing them a favour by killing them. Like it or not, people need to dream and hope for a better future, otherwise, they are already dead, they’re just waiting for someone to let their body know that.”

Angus didn’t like talking to the sheriff like this, but the older man had to understand what dreams meant to people. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gone by tomorrow, seeing how I have your post to deliver and more letters to try to find.”

And with that, Angus began to leave the post office, leaving a shocked Sheriff Brisco behind. But as he got to the door, he left the man some last few words for the sheriff to think about, “You might think that I’m giving your people false hope, but I would like to remind you that not once did I ever say that the government has been rebuilt. Just that there are people trying to do so. I don’t know if they’ll be able to do so. Good for them if that is the case. If not, at least they tried. If your people are having hope, let them, at least they, seem happy. Something I feel that this town hasn’t felt for a long time, at least not like this. All you have to do is remind them that people are trying to rebuild the government, not that it has been yet or will be.”

And with that, Angus left and returned to the motel, too tired to leave the town that night. Angus didn’t know what it was about Brisco, but he got to him a lot more than anyone had in his life. Angus wanted to blow off some steam, but he wasn’t sure how to. Instead, he decided to get some sleep and leave early tomorrow.

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As Angus returned to the motel, he found Killian sitting in the parking lot with a metal barrel fire. Upon seeing Angus, Killian said, “I’m surprised to see you back. I thought you might not return.”

“Honesty with how people were treating me like some kind of survivor or something. I was thinking of leaving.” admitted Angus, feeling no need to lie to Killian.

“So, why did you come back?” Killian asked with interest.

“Honestly, I don’t really know,” Angus told his partner, “but if I have to think about it, I would have to say it was down to the town’s sheriff. I had a run-in with him, and it wore me out, so I decided to stay and rest up.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?” asked Killian.

“I’d rather not talk about it just yet, I’m still round up.” the wanderer told the man.

“I understand,” said Killian, “so what’s the plan?”

“The sheriff wants us gone in the morning, so we’re going to do that.” explained Angus, “From there? We decide in the morning.”

“Fair enough, but why does the sheriff want us to leave?” Killian enquired.

“He doesn’t trust us and believes we would only bring trouble to the town if we stayed.” Angus informed the man. “Thankfully, he has no proof that I’m up to anything. Otherwise, things might be different for us. So, it’s for the best that we leave tomorrow so that the sheriff doesn’t try anything.”

“Fair enough.” said Killian, understanding why Angus would want to leave the town.

“Listen, Killian, I need some time to think and some sleep.” Angus said as he went to his room.

As he got to his room and pushed the door open, he knocked over a stack of letters that were posted through the post box. He gathers them up and flips through them. They’re written on scraps, the backs of pictures, on handkerchiefs and on homemade paper. They weren’t old.

They’re brand new. Shaking his head, he closed the door.

About half an hour later, Angus was laying in his bed trying to sleep, but there was too much on his mind. At the moment, he had his hands behind his head, looking at the moon through a hole in the ceiling.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Just post it through the postbox.” Angus called out, not wanting to deal with anyone else tonight.

There was a pause for a few moments before there was another knock at the door.

“I said to post it.” Angus called out again.

However, instead of posting a letter or leaving, the door opened, and to Angus’s surprise, Abby walked into the room. Making Angus sit up in the bed. Abby was wearing what you could call an old sexy floral nightdress, with an old blanket covering her, her hair held up by an old red ribbon.

“Hello, Abby.” Angus greeted Abby.

“You’ll be leaving tomorrow?” asked Abby, a bit unhappy about the fact.

“Unfortunately,” said Angus, “I’ve got mail to find and deliver.”

“Everybody’s up late writing letters for you to take.” Abby explained with a smile, seeing how this man had given them a tiny bit of hope, something that they didn’t have for years, “We’re not supposed to waste candles like that, but they’re so excited.”

“How about you? Do you have a letter you want to send?” asked Angus.

“I don’t have anybody to write to.” explained Abby. “Everyone I know, apart from Michael, is dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Angus apologised sadly. “I could find you a pen pal whilst I’m out there. Someone with interests similar to your own. Dancing, checking for mumps.”

This made Abby laugh, which made Angus smile, seeing how one of his lime jokes made someone laugh at last.

“You’re funny.” said Abby, finding the man charming. “Hardly anyone’s funny around here.”

“I guess no one feels much like laughing after the Great War.” admitted Angus.

The two of them just look at each other for a moment. Abby fingers the ribbon in her hair before she asks what she came here to ask the man, “Have you decided yet?”

“Oh, well, I’ve been thinking about it.” admitted Angus, “But you’re married. Normally I don’t sleep with other men’s women. Not only that, but I love rough sex, something I don’t know if you would like.”

Abby thought about what the man in front of her said, but the thing was, she wanted a child. She didn’t know when another stranger would come to town that she could ask, someone who was as good-looking, brave and smart as this postman. If it meant rough sex for a child, she could live through it. So, to prove this was what she wanted, she drops her nightdress onto the floor.

It amazed Angus at what he saw. This young woman’s body was somewhat smooth, with a few scars and cuts, but in this new world, it wasn’t surprising. She had decent size soft looking breasts. All in all, she had a great-looking body. He watches as walks around the bed and slides under the sheets alongside him.

“Please, put a child into him.” asked Abby.

Seeing this was what Abby wanted, he said, “Sure. Why not?”

They lie there awkwardly for a moment. Then our wanderer kissed Abby before pulling back.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Angus told Abby, as he looked at her in wonder, “Sorry, I know you’d probably like to keep things more clinical. You don’t even know my name.”

She shushes him by covering his mouth with her hand, before saying, “I don’t want to know.”

Angus nods in understanding, it would be easier for her if she didn’t know his name. As she stares into his eyes, Abby said “It would be easier for me if you closed your eyes.”

However, Angus told her, “If we’re going to do this, I’m going to keep my eyes open and enjoy this. Either way, you’re the one that came into a stranger’s room for sex, so, don’t expect me to do what you want.”

With that, he went back to kissing the teen. It wasn’t long before he pulled back and threw his blanket off them, seeing that his clothes were in the way. So, he had Abby get out of bed, so he could remove his clothing.

When he was totally naked, Abby saw that his cock was as thick as her and long, with a mushroom-shaped cockhead, and it was pointing right at her. She wasn’t sure if it would fit in her. She was going to get back into the bed again so that she could have him fuck her, but the postman had other plans.

“On your knees.” Angus told her, shocking her, “What? It’s been a while since I had sex last, and if I’m having it tonight, I’m sure as hell going to enjoy it. So, if you want your child, get on your knees.”

Knowing that if she wanted this child that she asked for, she had to do as she was told.

“Put this in your mouth.” Angus told the young woman as he pointed at his cock.

She looked at Angus with slight fear on her face, but she took his cock in hand, and then into her mouth. Angus didn’t let her complete the first suck before he pulled her hand away, where he put his hands on either side of her head, curled his fingers around the back, and tugged.

She croaked and pulled back when Angus hit the back of her tongue. But he kept on just enough pressure that she had to resist to get his cock out of her throat.

“That’s right, nice and deep,” Angus told her as he thrust back into her mouth.

Angus fucked her face, listening to the abrupt gurgles, and feeling her throat contract from trying to suppress her gag reflex.

Abby had done this before with Michael, but it was never this rough, though. Her husband wasn’t this controlling of her either. But as much as she hated it, she had to admit how skilled the postman was at doing this, fucking her face like she was nothing but his toy.

Angus’s balls slapped hard against her chin, and his cock slipped deeper than Abby is normally used to. She opened her mouth wide, and her hands moved quickly to the front of his hips, pushing him away with desperate strength. Air exploded from her lungs in a loud gack sound the moment his cock slipped out of her throat. Thick spittle sprayed all over him as she sat back hard to cough, gag, and drool.

For just a moment, Angus selfishly admired his handiwork. Long strands of spit hung from her chin, and there were globs of it on her gorgeous breasts. It was dripping from his balls and hanging in sticky strands from the shaft.

Then she made the most disturbing sound, which was a combination of a cough and a burp. Angus instantly reached out to caress her cheek out of concern, but she stiffened and stared up at him in alarm. Her eyes were wide with fear for a fraction of a second, until she realized I wasn’t about to jam his cock back in her throat again. Which made her relax a bit.

“Please, fuck me, put a child inside me.” begged Abby, wanting this to be over, making Angus smile.

“Okay, but I hope you’re ready for what is about to happen, whore.” Angus told her as he picked her up and threw her down onto the bed. Making Abby a tiny bit worried about what she had gotten herself into, as she looked at the intimidating figure of the postman.

It shocked her at how aroused she was at this. Sure, it wasn’t what she wanted and normally liked, but there was something about the postman that made her feel aroused and slowly started to enjoy this. But still, she was confused by the name-calling, so she said, “I’m not a whore.”

“You’re not?” Angus said with a smirk, “What do you call a woman, with a partner, who comes into a man’s room, undresses, gets into their bed and begs to be fucked? When that man says he would think about it earlier?”

It shocked Abby to hear the man tell her this. It made her think, what did it make her? Sure, she wanted a child, but to go to a man’s room who hasn’t decided if he wanted to help or not, and more or less beg for him to fuck her. What did it make her, if not a whore, a slut?

As she was thinking about this, the postman climbed into his bed and moved on top of her.

Angus then rose up onto his knees next to her, with his erection bobbing. He then grabbed her breast and squeezed them hard, making her whimper. “I’m going to fuck you hard and make these tits bounce.”

Angus let go of her tit and reached between her legs.

He ran a finger over her entrance to find it was already wet, “Is that cunt already wet?”

“Yes.” Abby said, feeling ashamed. She couldn’t believe that her body was enjoying this more than she was. Her back subconsciously arched, lifting her beautiful breasts toward the ceiling when the post shoved two of his fingers inside of her. As much as she hated to admit it, her pussy was literally dripping.

Angus felt a drop slowly creeping down to the pool on his knuckle. He curled his fingers to her g-spot and squeezed, pressing the heel of his hand tight against her clit.

“Tell me you want it.” Angus told Abby.

“I want you to fuck me, to impregnate me.” she answered breathlessly.

Her intimate muscles squeezed Angus’s fingers. He wanted to lick her pussy until she screamed herself hoarse, but wanted to show her the dangers of going into a stranger’s room, that they could take what they wanted. Knowing how dangerous the world was out there, the next person she might ask might not be as kind as he was being.

The sound that was made by Angus’s fingers as they slipped out of her tight embrace provided another testament to just how wet and ready, she was.

Angus slipped out of the bed, where he used her ankles as handles to drag her closer to the edge of the mattress.

“Turn over.” Angus demanded, while digging his fingers into the back of her knee and forcing it over the other.

Once she rolled over, he dragged her over the edge, planting her feet on the floor. Angus then gave her ass a smack.

“What are you?” asked Angus, wanting to see how far Abby had gone, to see if he had broken her or not.

When she didn’t answer, he spanked her a little harder. When she didn’t answer again, he slapped her ass again, but a bit harder. This time she yelped, and then cried out, “Yes! I’m a whore!”

Angus smirked as he whacked her ass again, hard enough to sting his palm. “What are you?”

“I’m your whore!”

Again and again, he spanked her ass, turning it into a collage of bright red handprints.

“Use me!”

Smack.

“Use your whore!”

Smack.

“Use my fuckhole!”

Smack.

“Use my whore cunt!”

Abby couldn’t believe she was saying all this. She was ashamed that she was enjoying this more than she should be. She didn’t really know why she said these things, but it felt right, like this was what the postman wanted. Because of that, she said them, to make him happy so that he would fuck her and impregnate her sooner.

Angus leaned forward, grabbed her right arm, and yanked it out from under her. Then he shoved her face down into the mattress. Shoving his cock inside her set Angus’s whole body to tingle. The moment his balls were deep inside of her, he got a better grip on her arm, pulled her up, and dug his fingers into her opposite shoulder.