How does the “only” man in a world of
women spend his days? I know that’s not
really the kind of question this blog is supposed to explore, but hey, this is
for my new Kindle ebook “Relics.” It’s available for $0.99. Below is the blurb for it, along with an
excerpt.
A plague that kills men has devastated the world’s population. Only a few thousand boys and men were able to be quarantined. But Mike Shay is the only man known to have a natural immunity to the plague. Therefore, he is practically the only man in a world of women. He spends his days reading, playing video games, and making the occasional sperm donation. Then Dr. Veronica Barrett shows up, disrupting what passes for his life. She says she’s there to investigate his “mental wellbeing,” but is there more to her visit?Instead of the normal, adolescent, heterosexual male fantasy of being the only guy on a planet of women, “Relics” tries to give a more realistic view of Mike’s life.
Excerpt from “Relics.”
Zombie Zlayer 6 was your standard running
through a zombie wasteland looking for supplies and survivors while blowing the
heads off all the zombies you came across.
As he shotgunned a group of zombies, someone knocked. Max raised his head and looked at the door,
but Mike continued shooting until all the zombies were “fully” dead. Then he paused the game and called out, “Come
in.”
A woman he’d never seen before walked into
the room.
For several seconds she stood in the
doorway, letting him look at her. He
guessed she was about thirty. She had
fair-sized breasts, light brown hair hanging to her waist, and wore a simple
green blouse with jeans.
Part of Mike thought her beautiful, but
that was quickly drowned out by the cynical part of his mind that suspected her
purpose in being there. He set his jaw
and turned back to the game.
“Mister Shay-”
“We had a deal.” Mike unpaused the game
and went looking for more zombies.
The woman walked into the room, stopping
by Max. She held her hand out. “Mister Shay, my name is Doctor Veronica
Barrett.”
Ignoring her hand, Mike stated, “I already
have a doctor.”
Veronica smiled and let her hand
drop. “Yes, but not a psychologist. The Council sent me because they have become
worried about your mental and emotional health.”
Mike sipped his beer. “I’m a guy.
I’ll live.”
“Mister Shay, of the 7,645 males known to
have survived the plague, you are the only one with a natural immunity. It is of vital importance we preserve your
genetic legacy, and as such the Council gave in to your original demands. But things have changed in the past three
years and the Council has decided to take another look at your arrangement.”
“Well, I like the arrangement the way it
is. Go away.”
Veronica knelt down and began petting
Max. “Mister Shay, given what is
reported of your lifestyle,” she paused to nod towards the almost-empty beer
bottle, “many on the Council have become concerned about your wellbeing. They sent me to study matters and to offer
suggestions for any warranted improvements.”
Mike found a cache of shotgun shells and
loaded up. “I have a suggestion. Leave me alone.”
Veronica sighed and stood. “It wasn’t easy for me to come here, you
know. Only a handful know your true
location, and they made me sign a dozen secrecy forms. I almost wasn’t allowed to visit you when a
background check revealed that a second cousin I haven’t seen in over a decade
is a member of an Amazon cult.”
Mike furrowed his brow for a moment, then
saw a zombie. Once it no longer had a
head, he paused the game again. He
turned to Veronica and said, “Out of over three-and-a-half billion males on the
planet, only 7,644 babies and boys – and a few men – were saved by quarantining
them. Once the lunar base is built,
they’ll be shipped up there to start a new branch of humanity living in space,
away from the plague. Then there’s
me. Alive and well, with no fear of the
plague. And in a few generations, most
of the people on Earth will be my descendants.”
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I will warn you that this story does
contain some profanity and sexual situations, so mature audiences only.
