A spine-tingling story of society in chaos and a different battle of the sexes where men are viewed as the weaker sex.
Barnes & Noble.com
Gary M. Roberts
A young doctor, Ray Butler, survives a plane crash only to face another crash of worldwide proportions. A virus has killed ninety-five percent of the world’s male population within a few days’ time, turning those men who have survived into an overnight endangered species. Ray meets up with a young woman and together they go to a nearby small town seeking help. Instead of finding help, Ray is taken captive by the women of this town and held in what they call protective custody. Now Ray and another captive must rely upon a young girl the doctor has known only a short time to help them escape, or they will be destined to live their lives as caged breeding stock.
After they split up, Becky started walking down the main highway toward the edge of town . She wasn’t sure if anyone was going to object, but she was going to try and get to a place that had been on her mind for some time. She wanted to go see about the Jenkins farm, which was about a mile outside of town. Her main concern was for the animals there, but she was also curious as to what happened to the owners.
Old Mr. Jenkins lived there with his two boys and a farm full of animals. Becky knew all of their horses by name, having spent more than a few afternoons riding with Mr. Jenkins’ younger son, Carl. Although Carl was two years younger than Becky, they spent a lot of time together and there were some, including her grandparents, who wondered if they would ever become a couple. Everybody thought that, except Carl and Becky of course.
Having spent so much time at the Jenkins farm, Becky knew they kept a lot of their animals, such as hogs and chickens, in small pens. Without food, those animals wouldn’t last more than a few days. While she couldn’t help every animal in need, Becky resolved that she would help those she could. Besides, it beat sitting around town all day waiting to talk to the judge.
When she arrived at the Jenkins farm, things looked pretty much normal; that is for the Jenkins. The big two-story ranch-style house had always been a little different with its wrap-around porches and clap-board siding. The house stood out even among farm houses. The living room of the big house looked more like the main room of a ski chalet with its brick floors, high beam ceilings and wall-size fireplace. Becky always wondered why they had such a big fireplace in the south. They only got to use it maybe two months out of the year.
The front door was open, but that wasn’t unusual either for them. Becky knocked several times on the door and called out, but there was no answer. Following the porch around to the back door, she found it open as well and she tried knocking again. When there was no answer she opened the screen door and stepped into the kitchen. Everything looked to be in order. There were a few dishes in the dish drainer that had been washed, but other than that, everything else was in its place.
Following the hall, Becky slowly began checking the rest of the house, calling out as she went. The living room with the giant fireplace was empty, along with the dining room. Going up the stairs, she started having an eerie feeling and almost turned around, but she wanted to know. The master bedroom was empty as well as Carl’s. That left her with only Carl’s older brother, Ben’s room to check.
Ben was five years older than Carl, but he was considered a little slow. He never finished high school and even dropped out of trade school. He was a nice enough guy, but he just lacked the judgment of other folks. Even his father would tell you that Ben wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
Ben’s bedroom door was closed, but it wasn’t locked, which was a relief to Becky. She would have most likely just turned around and left had it been locked from the inside. With a light shove on the door it swung open, and Becky was hit with a foul smell. Her first thought was of the Jenkins’ dog. The poor thing had probably gotten closed up in the room and starved to death. She started to leave, but decided to check anyway.
The bed was unmade as was normal for Ben. He just didn’t do a lot of cleaning. Following her nose and her instincts, Becky bypassed the closet and went to the bathroom. Shoving the door, open she shuddered and gagged at the sight before her. Mr. Jenkins’ older son, Ben had been sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles when he died.