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Andy's Brave New World: Part 4

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Andy’s Brave New World: Part 4
Andy and Sarah continue to explore the Presidio settlement.

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"I've no intention of giving up our supplies or the

consulate. All of that is ours, fair and square, and we can be choosy about who
we share with. Right now, even if people like Rachel are a little envious of
our situation, they won't try anything. There's no real competition for
resources or territory yet."

They paused, watching a volunteer coordinate a cache of

water bottles. "Yeah", Sarah mused thoughtfully. "I guess the
real question is what happens down the line. What if people like Rachel do get
jealous of what we have but we don't want to share." She smiled a little.
"Post-apocalyptic wealth inequality."

"I mean, yeah it's a legitimate question. And if we

assume the Presidio is going to be the government here, it'll come down to how
it develops. Will they let people have "private property", Andy said,
making air quotes, "whatever that means now, or go more communal?"

"What do you think would be better?" Sarah asked.

"I believe strongly in balance," Andy said

thoughtfully. "Yes, the government, or the community, whatever, needs
power to redistribute wealth when inequality gets extreme, and it should do its
best to ensure everyone has a fair shot, especially because people will
naturally gravitate toward supporting their own; you know, nepotism. There's
also lots of things that are public goods that only make sense for the
government as a whole to organize and provide."

"But there's also got to be some concept of private

property, that's what motivates people to build, to create, to work hard.
Without private property it's hard to have accountability once your group gets
bigger than a couple hundred people, and with no accountability it's hard to
get people to do things." He gazed around at the bustling camp. "If I
can become a respected voice here early on, maybe I can help push development
in that direction. A strong but fair government that works to provide public
goods and protect individual rights while ensuring nobody falls too far
behind."

"This is all theoretical though, and way out into the

future. For now I think the hope is that people pitch in, work together, and
share on their own, because we're all just trying to survive."

Sarah studied his face. "You've really thought this

through."

Andy chuckled. "Yeah, well, before we left Yosemite, I

was reading those prepper manuals Miguel, you remember Daniela's dad, left us.
They had some interesting takes on politics and government, alongside all the
survival and engineering stuff." He shrugged. "They're written by
preppers for preppers, so they've definitely got a libertarian bent. But I
think some of their core arguments are pretty sound."

Andy slowed his pace, watching a woman in scrubs directing

several volunteers near the medical tent. "Before we donate these
antibiotics, we should ask around about where they should go. Especially ask
anyone who looks like they're in charge."

"Why not just give them to the medical tent?"

Sarah asked.

"Because we want as many people as possible to know we

brought them," Andy explained quietly. "Each person we ask is another
person who knows we're contributing to the community. Better to establish that
goodwill early."

Sarah nodded thoughtfully. "Smart. What about the

apples?"

"Yeah, we should be strategic with those too. When we

talk to people, first find out if they're actually living here at the Presidio
or nearby in the neighborhood. No point giving them to random visitors or
people just passing through." He adjusted his pack. "We don't have an
unlimited supply, and temporary goodwill from strangers isn't worth much.
Better to save them for people we might actually build relationships
with."

"Like Rachel," Sarah noted. "Since she lives

on our street."

"Exactly. The apples are a resource, we should use them

to build connections that matter."

Sarah shook her head ruefully. "You're already playing

4D chess while most people don't even know they're in a game yet."

"Maybe a bit Machiavellian," Andy admitted. "But

my intentions are good. I want to help rebuild something worth living in."

Day 8, Midmorning

After an hour of carefully distributed apples, they asked

around for Guillermo Herrera. They found him in a makeshift office in one of
the old administrative buildings, bent over a desk covered in inventory lists.
He was a stocky man in his forties, wearing partial combat fatigues with a
well-maintained fade haircut that spoke of decades of military discipline. A
younger woman sat nearby, organizing what looked like personnel rosters.

Guillermo looked up as they entered, his expression

professionally neutral. "Can I help you?"

"Andy Rhee," Andy introduced himself. "We

just checked in with registration. They suggested we come see you."

"Any military experience?" Guillermo asked

squarely, brow furrowing as he studied Andy closely.

"I was a park ranger. I'm comfortable with firearms,

good shot, but no formal tactical training."

Guillermo glanced at Sarah expectantly.

"No, nothing. Haven't even held a gun before to be

honest." She said with a self-deprecating shrug. "I'm eager to learn
though, if there will be classes."

"Yes, we're in the process of organizing some."

Guillermo turned back to Andy. "Talk to Michelle to sign up for the
militia." he said, pointing a thumb at the woman behind him. His
expression shifted to polite dismissal.

"One other thing," Andy continued, "one of

our group members, Daniela Martinez, she's fourteen, but she actually got
extensive military training from her father, an ex-Marine, also a ranger. He
was;" Andy paused. "Very, very prepared for something like
this."

That caught Guillermo's attention. "How

extensively?"

"She's currently setting up our defense perimeter.

Planning kill zones, considering sight lines, working out mine placement. Her
knowledge is really impressive. I'd happily trust her with anything security
related for our group."

Guillermo leaned back, reassessing. "Put both their

names down on the militia list," he told Michelle. "We're trying to
catalog available combat personnel." He turned back to Andy. "Any
significant weapons?"

"Yeah, a reasonable amount," Andy said carefully.

"Rather not detail it all yet, until we see how things develop here. But
we might be able to share some if there are specific needs."

"Sure, nothing urgent right now," Guillermo

replied. "There hasn't been any trouble yet. But we're discussing
organizing supply runs to the military installations in the region. Travis Air
Force Base, Coast Guard Island, Camp Parks, Moffitt Field." He tapped
areas on a map on his desk as he named the locations. "San Jose State is
open to joining, and we'll reach out to whatever leadership emerges in Oakland
if and when it does."

Andy nodded. "Good idea. I'd be happy to help when that

happens. Daniela too, she'd be valuable on a mission like that, you could
probably have her lead a team, if you could convince people to follow
her."

"Noted." Guillermo made another mark in his

notebook. "I'll want to meet her, evaluate her capabilities myself."

"Of course. We're at the Korean consulate in Presidio

Heights when you want to arrange that."

They exchanged Beacon handles, then Andy added, "By the

way, who's coordinating the mass grave? I read about it on Beacon. We have a
body we need to deal with, and I'm sure we'll find more once we clear our
street."

"Alyssa Daniels," Guillermo replied. "She's;"

he paused thoughtfully. "Diligent. High-strung, but gets things done.
She's coordinating from the west side of the grounds."

"Thanks." Andy reached into his pack. "And

last thing, would you like an apple? Just got them yesterday."

Guillermo accepted with a nod of thanks. Andy handed one to

Michelle as well, who smiled gratefully. "Also, we have some antibiotics
with us to donate, should we take them to the medical tent or is there another
place for them?"

"Medical tent. Dr. Wilson's in charge there."

"Thanks. We'll head there next. Have a good one."

Day 8, Midday

They found Diana Wells near the western edge of the parade

ground, bent over a topographical map spread across a folding table. Her silver
hair was pulled back in a practical braid, and she wore well-worn hiking gear
that spoke of years spent in the wilderness. Several compound bows and a
collection of hunting rifles were carefully arranged on a nearby table.

"Diana Wells?" Andy asked, approaching the table.

"I heard you're organizing hunting expeditions."

She looked up, her weathered face breaking into a smile as

she noticed Andy's holstered glock. "Finally, someone who might actually
know what they're doing!" She extended a calloused hand. "I've been
trying to put together hunting parties, but haven't found a lot of
takers." She smiled ruefully.

Andy chuckled, immediately warming to her direct manner.

"Andy Rhee. I was a park ranger at Yosemite, before all this."

"Ranger? Perfect." Diana's eyes lit up. "We

need to start organized hunting soon, can't live on canned food forever. But
these city libs, bless their hearts, most of 'em never even held a gun;"
She caught herself, glancing at Sarah apologetically. "No offense
meant."

"None taken," Sarah said with a small smile.

"I'll freely admit I'm one of those city libs who needs to learn. Actually
hoping to start training soon."

Diana's expression softened. "Well, that's different

then. Admitting you need to learn is the first step." She turned back to
her map. "I'm thinking of starting with some deer hunting in Marin. Less
competition from other survivors up there, and the herds should be getting
bolder without human pressure."

"Smart," Andy nodded. "How many experienced

hunters do you have so far?"

"Three, including me," Diana sighed. "Got a

former Marine who did some hunting growing up, and a Forest Service guy from
Oregon. Could really use someone with your background."

Andy traced his finger along the map's contour lines,

studying the terrain. "What about sustainability? Should we be worried
about overhunting?"

Diana straightened up, giving him an approving nod.

"Good to hear a ranger asking that, shows the right mindset." She
pulled out a small notebook, flipping through some rough calculations.
"It's something I've been thinking about. We should probably try to
establish some quotas for the region at some point, coordinate between
different hunting groups."

She gestured at the camp around them. "But honestly?

That's going to have to come later. Right now;" She shook her head with a
wry smile. "Way things are going, I doubt we'll find enough competent
hunters to make a real dent in the population. Most folks here can barely tell
a rifle from a shotgun, let alone track and shoot a deer."

Volunteer Coordination.

They found the volunteer coordination center in what had

once been a Presidio administrative office. The space buzzed with focused
energy as women, and a few men, moved between folding tables covered in papers,
calling out updates and cross-referencing lists, while several people either
requesting or volunteering various types of services spoke to them. At the
center of the organized chaos stood a striking woman in her early thirties, her
presence commanding attention without effort.

Megan Lunn had the kind of natural relaxed attractiveness

that didn't need enhancement, high cheekbones, clear gray eyes, and naturally
red hair pulled back in a practical braid that reached halfway down her back.
She wore simple, well-worn outdoors clothes that suggested genuine outdoor
experience rather than posturing.

"Jenny, can you cross-reference these lists with

medical?" she was saying as Andy and Sarah approached. "We need to
know who has first aid training versus actual medical degrees." Her voice
carried naturally, pitched to be heard without shouting. She glanced up as they
neared, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of their appearance.

"Welcome to the circus," she said with a tired

smile. "I'm Megan, or Meg. You must be the new arrivals Alice mentioned, the
ranger and the biology student?"

Up close, Andy could see the subtle signs of command

experience in her bearing, the way she positioned herself to keep the whole
room in view, how she tracked multiple conversations while maintaining eye
contact. A silver pendant in the shape of a compass rose hung at her throat,
and a well-used Leatherman multi-tool was clipped to her belt.

"That's right," Andy replied. "Andy Rhee, and

this is Sarah Chen-Mitchell. You're coordinating the volunteer efforts?"

"Trying to," Meg said with a self-deprecating

laugh that didn't quite hide her competence. "I was a wilderness guide
before all this, led backcountry expeditions, taught survival skills. Turns out
organizing twenty stressed people in the wilderness was good practice for;"
she gestured at the controlled chaos around them, "whatever this is
becoming."

A younger volunteer approached with a stack of papers, and

Meg smoothly took them without breaking conversation. "We're trying to
match skills to needs, and build some kind of structure. Luckily lots of people
want to help out." She studied them both with those penetrating gray eyes.
"I hear you've set up at the consulate rather than joining us down
here?"

There was no judgment in her tone, just neutral statement of

fact. Andy found himself wanting to explain his reasoning, to have this
attractive, capable woman understand his choices. Before he could respond, she
held up a hand with another slight smile.

"Don't worry, I get it. You've found somewhere defensible,

and secured resources. Smart move, actually." She marked something on one
of her many lists. "We'll need multiple strong points around the city
eventually, not just one central location. The important thing right now is
staying connected."

Andy found himself immediately impressed with her diplomacy,

and her recall of their group and situation.

"Yes," he responded. "We are interested in

being a part of the Presidio, we just have our own space right now."

"Glad to hear. I was hoping, based on the description

of your group, that you weren't one of those ultra-right-wing, prepper,
sovereign citizen types. I'm sure they're having a blast right now, the ones
that survived anyway." Her eyes held a hint of amusement. "So, what
can I do for you Mr. Rhee?"

He and Sarah shared a glance. "First we have some

apples to offer, and some antibiotics to donate. And we've heard you're taking
a lot of lead in organizing here, I was wondering if we could chat, big
picture."

Meg smiled. "Ah, so you're here to play the game as

well. No doubt." She called out, "Fresh apples, everyone, get them
from the kind Mr. Andy Rhee over here." Sarah and Andy were briefly mobbed
by the people in the office, handing out most of their remaining apples.

"Let's step outside. I could use a walk." She

announced to the room she'd be out for a few minutes.

They stepped into the bright sunlight. "Shall we head

toward the medical tent to drop off the antibiotics?" she asked. "Or
do you have any more people to mention them to first?" Her smile was wry.

Andy felt a little exposed. "Yeah, you got us, we have

been announcing them first. What gave it away?"

"You checked in with Alice over two hours ago."

Andy immediately wondered why he hadn't put that together. "It's what I'd
do in your position as well." She studied him. "So, what's your
strategy here Andy? Give me your assessment of things."

Andy paused to gather his thoughts. "Well, it's clear

that the Presidio will be the new center of power here in SF. There's a chance
another center emerges but at this point, it's unlikely, with so many people
already here the network effect is too strong."

He continued, warming to the topic. "I want to help

rebuild. I've already offered what basic skills I have, but I'd also like to
get involved politically. I believe good, well organized government is the best
route to getting our basic needs met, as a collective. Water, agriculture,
power, trade, defense, medicine, and eventually engineering and
manufacturing." He counted off the different needs with his fingers as he
named them. "These ultimately require some centralization and broad
geographic control to do them sustainably at scale. Not something you can make
happen with just you and your plucky band of survivors. Well, power, maybe with
solar, and water if you live close enough to the water table to dig a well. But
everything else, we need organization and cooperation. Government."

His voice grew more serious. "It's still early days but

the norms and political decisions and organizations we form today could have
long lasting repercussions for our future, assuming we make it that far. And I
have thoughts on the direction things should go. I'd like to start shaping
things now. I don't care particularly for political power myself, although I'm
open to it. I'm more concerned with making sure whatever power ends up taking
place is competent and benevolent."

Meg listened intently as they walked, her gray eyes

occasionally flicking to study Andy's face. The morning fog had burned off
entirely now, leaving the parade ground bathed in clear sunlight. Sarah walked
slightly behind them, taking in their conversation while maintaining a
respectful distance.

"That's; a remarkably clear-eyed assessment," Meg

said finally. "Most people here are still just trying to process what happened."

They passed a group of women organizing supplies, lowering

their voices. "And you're absolutely right about the network effect. Every
day more and more survivors arrive. If things continue we'll be a small city
soon."

She stopped walking, turning to face Andy directly.

"Also, I appreciate that you didn't lead with just seizing power and
controlling things. You led with meeting basic needs." Her penetrating
gaze held his. "You're thinking about infrastructure first, then governance
to support that. I agree with that mindset."

Andy felt oddly exposed under her careful analysis, but also

validated. This was clearly someone who also understood the bigger picture.

"So, tell me, Andy," Meg said, resuming their walk

toward the medical tent, "what direction do you think things should go?
You must have opinions about governance structure."

Andy considered his response. "I think the immediate

challenge is establishing legitimate authority," he said. "Right now,
everyone's cooperating because we have to. But once basic survival is handled,
power dynamics will get complicated fast."

Meg nodded thoughtfully. "Especially with armed groups

involved."

"Exactly," Andy agreed. "And that's actually

my biggest concern. The military and police need to see themselves as subordinate
to civilian leadership from the start. Otherwise;" He gestured at the
armed men patrolling the perimeter. "Well, history shows what happens when
guys with guns decide they should call the shots."

"But how do you establish that civilian authority?"

Meg asked, genuinely curious. "Elect a President?"

Andy shook his head. "Not yet." He paused,

watching a group of volunteers unloading supplies. "For now, I think we
just need something simpler. A small council, maybe, anyone who can gather
enough supporters to qualify. Just enough structure to build an institution
that can capture some of the legitimacy that our decisions and communications
will earn from being competent, and in turn lend more legitimacy to whatever
decisions and communications the current leaders are already making."

"And longer term?" Meg prompted, clearly

intrigued.

Andy laughed. "Well, do you want to get in the weeds

here?" Meg nodded so he pressed on. "I think elections work well in
theory, but once they scale up, they become easily corrupted. Politicians make
impossible promises, cater to special interests, play on people's fears, and on
and on. You know." Meg smiled and simply nodded.

"I recently learned about this thing called

sortition," Andy said. "Like jury duty, but for legislation. Get
people who are interested in specific areas, agriculture, defense,
infrastructure, to volunteer for a pool. Then randomly select among them to
serve on committees that draft laws related to those areas." He warmed to
the topic, encouraged by Meg's engaged expression. "Those proposals would
then go to another randomly selected assembly, this time drawn from the entire
population, for yay or nay votes. Pay them like jurors, give them a fixed term.
Let them elect one of their number as an executive to oversee
implementation."

Sarah, who had been listening quietly, spoke up.

"That's; actually really interesting. We talked about the problems with
our current election system a lot in our poli-sci classes. It sounds like this
would get rid of career politicians, and make it harder to concentrate power in
any individuals."

"Right," Andy agreed. "But that's all

theoretical right now. The immediate priority is establishing the Presidio's
authority through competent organization. Getting systems in place for
collecting and distributing supplies, coordinating defense, managing
resources." He gestured at the bustling camp. "Build legitimacy
through effectiveness first. Then we can worry about formal governance. If
there's anything I or my group can help with, we're here."

Meg studied him closely. "You've clearly given this a

lot of thought."

"I've had some time to read recently," Andy said

with a slight smile. "And seeing everything collapse; well, it makes you
think about how to build something better."

Meg considered his words thoughtfully. "Well, this is

certainly food for thought. I've never heard of this "sortition"
before, but it seems quite reasonable." She nodded slowly. "And I
definitely agree that we must establish legitimacy through competent governance."

"And what are your goals in all this?" Andy asked.

"Similar to yours, just less defined in terms of

politics," she replied. "I want to help people, make sure we rebuild
successfully." Her expression grew more serious. "And in the long
run, hope we don't collapse into some kind of anarchy or tyranny. We've
suffered enough already."

"Agreed," Andy said firmly.

He extended his hand. "I'm happy to talk about this

more, but for now, I'd hope we can consider ourselves allies."

"We can, Mr. Rhee," she said, meeting his gaze and

taking his hand with a firm grip. "I'm glad you're with us. I'll mention
you to the others who would be on this little council. Maybe we could get a few
meetings of us all together at some point."

"We'd welcome hosting those meetings at the

consulate," Andy offered.

A knowing smile crossed Meg's face. "Yes, of course you

would. Being the host would give you natural authority."

"Hey, just playing the game as you said. And we have a

nice formal dining room. And some nice wine stores," Andy replied with a
matching smile. "Are you staying here at the parade grounds?" he
asked.

"Yeah, I have a tent here."

"I'd like to offer that you move in with us at the

consulate. We have quite a nice setup there right now."

Meg shook her head. "I need to stay here, thanks. I

can't be a good leader without being among the people, going through their same
hardships." A slight smile. "And I honestly prefer camping to living
indoors." She considered for a moment. "But, I'd love a hot shower if
you have one? And maybe some hot coffee, anything that gets donated gets
immediately requested, and we haven't had anything new come in for a while
now."

"We don't have hot water yet," Andy admitted,

"but we do have cold running water. And plenty of coffee."

"I start my day at 6AM," Meg said. "If I

could come tomorrow morning at 5 to shower and have some coffee, you'd have
earned quite a big favor from me."

"Anytime," Andy replied. "I'll be up and

ready for you. Message me on Beacon if anything changes."

"Oh, and who else should I talk to?" he added.

"Who would be on this council? I've talked to Guillermo and Diana so far,
and I know about Alyssa."

"Let's see," Meg said, counting off on her

fingers. "Dr. Elena Wilson, she was chief of emergency medicine at UCSF.
She's coordinating all our medical operations from the main tent. Brilliant
woman, I couldn't believe our luck when she arrived. She's already setting up
training programs for basic medical care."

She gestured toward the solar array setup. "Then

there's Marcus Qin, he was a high-up engineer at Tesla's Fremont plant. He's
heading up our power infrastructure projects, working on getting reliable
electricity to key facilities, planning longer-term solar installations. He's
looking for people with electrical engineering backgrounds, thankfully we have
lots of those in this city."

"Jennifer Brown is essential, she was regional

operations manager for Whole Foods. She understands large-scale food storage
and distribution better than anyone here. She's organizing our pantry systems,
tracking supplies, planning preservation methods for when scavenging isn't
viable anymore."

"And probably Rebecca Foster. She was a water resource

manager for East Bay M U D. Keeping clean water flowing is going to be crucial
once our bottled water supplies run low. She's already mapping out plans for
gravity-fed distribution systems and planning wells and filter stations.
Desalination, too, if we can get the equipment and power for it."

She straightened up. "Those are the key players right

now, along with the ones you've met. Each of them has proven themselves
competent enough that people naturally started following their lead."

On the shore of the Bay.

Andy and Sarah stood at the water's edge near Crissy Field,

looking out over the bay. The midday sun sparkled off the water, and Alcatraz
loomed in the distance, a stark reminder of civilization's remnants. A cool
breeze carried the salt smell of the ocean, rustling through Sarah's layered
black hair.

"Woof, I'm pooped already," Sarah sighed,

stretching her arms overhead. Her cropped athletic tank rode up, revealing her
toned midriff. "And we still have five more names to talk to."

"Yeah, but there's no hurry right now," Andy

replied, watching a seabird wheel overhead. "I think today was a good
start. Let's take a quick break here, then maybe talk to one or two more people
before heading back for lunch."

"Ok, I'll message them that we'll be back in about an

hour and a half." Sarah pulled out her phone, her manicured fingers
tapping quickly. "We're a bit late. Can one of them be Elena? I want to
sign up for medical care lessons as soon as I can." She tucked a strand of
blonde-highlighted hair behind her ear. "I'm sick of telling people I have
no useful skills."

"Sure, we can. And yeah, to be honest I didn't expect

there to be so much going on here. Beacon said it was 50-ish people two days
ago, right?"

"Yeah. Exponential growth." Sarah's hazel eyes lit

up. "We run into this a lot in biology. It would be interesting to get the
exact numbers of new arrivals per day and see if you could fit the growth curve
and try to predict where we'd end up."

Andy studied her as she gazed out over the water. Her

heart-shaped face was animated as she talked, light freckles crinkling around
her nose. She had an innate talent for connecting concepts and processing
information, backed by determination and resourcefulness. She genuinely cared
about helping others (well, except for maybe Crystal). And with her
approachable, pretty features, she'd be perfect for politics if there ended up
being elections. If they could accept someone so young holding power.

His eyes drifted lower, taking in her athletic figure, the

perfect curves of her tits under her compression top, the slim waist tapering
to curved hips in her matching leggings. Approachable, pretty face, and a
fantastic body.

She caught him ogling and flashed a self-conscious smile,

subtly adjusting her top to emphasize her cleavage. "Hmm, is someone
thinking with his dick again?" She stepped closer, looking up at him
through long lashes. "Does my, what was it, fearless protector, my *Machiavellian*
fearless protector need some special attention?"

Andy laughed and reached out to touch her cheek gently. She

closed her eyes and smiled, pressing against his hand before looking up at him
with those striking hazel eyes. "Alright, what's up Andy?"

"I was just thinking, you'd do great in politics."

"Huh?" Her full lips curved into a surprised

smile. "What do you mean?"

"You're smart, you make connections well and pick up

new information fast. You're very determined and resourceful. You care about
helping people." His eyes traced the delicate lines of her face. "And
you're really pretty, in an approachable kind of way. If there were elections,
you'd do really well."

Sarah shifted her weight, the movement highlighting her

athletic figure. "I also totally lack real world skills it turns out, and;"
she gestured at her carefully coordinated athleisure outfit, "well; one
could say I care too much about how I look."

"Like I said, perfect for politics!"

She laughed and poked him in the chest, her perky tits

bouncing slightly with the movement. "OK, I like this sweet talk. This is
like the nicest thing you've said to me since we met."

"Well, don't forget I think elections are inherently

corrupting."

"Hmm, so you want to corrupt me?" she purred,

taking his hand. Her skin was soft and warm against his. "Why don't you
tell me what you were really thinking."

"What I said. And then I stared at you for too long,

noticed the rest of your body, and then my brain lost a lot of blood
flow."

"What, now you notice my body?" She brought his

hand up to her tit, letting him squeeze it gently through the compression
fabric. Her nipple hardened under his touch. "Four days of wearing the
cutest skimpy little matching sets, posing for you, fidgeting with my tops to
make you look at my boobs, talking about my body nonstop, and you finally now
tell me you notice me while thinking about politics?" She shook her head,
making her highlighted layers catch the sun. "You're a real odd duck you
know."

She suddenly pressed against him in a tight hug, her firm tits

pushing against his chest. "Thanks for believing in me." Andy stroked
her silky hair, breathing in her light floral shampoo.

"Of course."

Sarah stepped back, adjusting her top. "Ok. Let's go

back." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Unless; are you
sure you don't need any;" She made an exaggerated blowjob gesture, pushing
her tongue against her cheek while moving her fist near her mouth. Her full
lips curved into a teasing smile. "We could sneak behind those dunes real
quick."

Andy felt his arousal surge instantly. "Can you do that

again?"

"What, this?" She repeated the lewd gesture,

looking every bit the corrupted coed fitness influencer with her subtle makeup,
highlighted hair, and coordinated athleisure set that showed off every curve.

"Ok, let's go," Andy said, taking her hand and

walking toward the dunes.

They exchanged horny smiles and giggles on the way to the

dunes, Sarah's athletic figure moving gracefully beside him. Behind the dunes,
Andy reclined against the sand and took his pants off while Sarah gathered her
layered black hair into a high ponytail, a few honey-highlighted strands
falling loose around her face.

She knelt between his legs, her compression leggings hugging

every curve. Starting with just her hands, she looked up at him through long
lashes. "Remind me, what did you say about me just now?"

Andy repeated his earlier compliments about her intelligence

and determination.

"Ah yes, thank you." She gave him a firm squeeze.

"I do like a good compliment you know." She leaned forward, her perky
tits straining against her top as she took him in her mouth. Her technique was
skilled and enthusiastic, starting with gentle kisses and licks along his shaft
before taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around his head while her hand
worked his base. Her full lips slid up and down his length in perfect rhythm,
alternating between quick, teasing strokes and slow, sensual ones.

Andy closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. He switched

to praising her body, how toned and tight it was, how perfectly optimized for
looking good, how it showed her determination and focus. She hummed
appreciatively around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. Despite
her current activity, a blush crept across her freckled cheeks at his words.

She pulled off him, sucking hard as she did so, making her

mouth feel deliciously tight before popping off him. "I guess you're
wanting me to take my top off?" she asked, sitting back on her heels.

Andy nodded.

"Ok," she said with a playful smile. "Get

ready." She pulled off her compression top and sports bra in one fluid
motion, revealing her perfectly perky, symmetric, B-cup tits. They were exactly
as impressive bare as they had looked in her carefully chosen sports bras, firm
and high, with rosy nipples standing at attention in the cool air.

She gave them a little shake, watching his reaction with

amusement. "Right, where were we? I believe I was in the middle of, ah, restoring
proper blood flow in my patient." She leaned forward again, her tits
swaying slightly as she resumed her ministrations.

She worked him skillfully, one hand pumping his shaft while

the other gently massaged his balls. Her tongue focused on his sensitive spots,
especially the underside of his head, occasionally taking him deeper and
holding him there. Though she mostly looked down, concentrating on her rhythm,
she would glance up periodically through her lashes to make eye contact, her
hazel eyes sparkling despite her blush. The contrast between her innocent blush
and what she was doing made Andy laugh.

"What?" she asked, pulling back.

"You're blushing?"

"I don't know, it's awkward," she said,

self-consciously tucking a loose strand of highlighted hair behind her ear.
"It can't possibly be a cute look."

"Don't worry, you look beautiful with my cock in your

mouth."

"Well, if you say so." She gave his head a playful

lick, her hazel eyes sparkling. "I am obsessed with looking good after
all."

She resumed in earnest, using her tongue to continue to rub

against his sensitive spots on the underside of his shaft that she'd discovered
with her hands yesterday. Within a minute of this rhythm, Andy was ready. He
moaned a warning to her.

Andy felt the pressure build to an explosive peak. His whole

body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through him. Sarah's hazel eyes locked
onto his as she pulled back to his head, her full lips wrapped tight around
him. She swallowed eagerly, her small hand squeezing and stroking his shaft
with perfect pressure, milking every pulse of his orgasm. The sight of her
looking up at him, her pretty face focused on pleasuring him while she
swallowed his cum, made him shudder and spurt several more times.

When the last aftershocks subsided, she made an exaggerated

face, her perfect features scrunching up adorably. "Honestly, we need to
find you some canned pineapple or something. Too many rehydrated beef
stews."

Andy laughed and relaxed, pleasant sensations spreading

through his body. "I thought I was getting a sponsored post."

"Oh right!" Her eyes lit up as she shifted into

her content creator voice. "Hey loves! Quick update from your fave outdoor
wellness girlie! Just discovered the most amazing hidden spot in the Presidio
for my morning protein boost." She dabbed delicately at her lips with one
manicured finger. "You know I'm always on the lookout for sustainable,
all-natural sources of nutrients, and let me tell you, this one hits different!
Super thick and creamy, with these really;" she gave a subtle eye-roll,
"complex umami notes, definitely not your basic store-bought protein
shake."

She struck an exaggerated influencer pose, bare tits thrust

forward. "Loving how it just slides right down, and it's packed with all
those essential minerals my body craves." She tossed her ponytail and gave
an exaggerated wink. "The best part? My super knowledgeable park ranger
friend showed me exactly where to find it. We'll definitely be doing more
outdoor taste testing sessions soon! Remember ladies, staying fit during the
apocalypse is all about finding those secret spots and knowing exactly how to; work
them!" She finished with an innocent smile. "Like and follow for more
wellness tips and behind-the-scenes peeks at my outdoor adventures!"

She giggled and reached for her top, pulling it back on with

practiced grace. "Ok, feel better? Did I overdo it?"

"No don't worry, that was quite a great ad." he

said, pulling his pants back on. "Let's chill here for a moment before we
go."

She curled up next to him, her athletic body fitting

perfectly against his side. Her layered hair tickled his arm as they watched
the waves, the sun warm on their skin. After a few peaceful minutes, she
stirred.

"Ok, let's go."

They stood, Sarah adjusting her ponytail and smoothing her

outfit back to Instagram-ready perfection. As they walked back toward the
Presidio, she bumped her hip playfully against his. "You know, for someone
who claims to be above politics, you sure know how to negotiate for what you
want."

Day 8, Early Afternoon

The medical tent hummed with barely contained chaos. A dozen

cots had been crammed into the space, most occupied by patients in various
states of distress. Someone moaned from behind a makeshift curtain while a
volunteer with shaking hands tried to sort through a box of donated
medications, labels facing every direction. The sharp smell of antiseptic
couldn't quite mask the underlying odors of sweat and sickness.

Dr. Elena Wilson hunched over a patient chart at a wobbly

folding table, squinting at her own handwriting. Dark circles shadowed her
eyes, and her silver-streaked hair had escaped its bun in several places. Her
scrubs were wrinkled and spotted with what might have been coffee or something
worse. When she reached for her pen, her movements were quick and economical,
like someone who had learned long ago not to waste energy on unnecessary
gestures.

"Excuse me?" Andy cleared his throat. "Are

you Dr. Wilson?"

She looked up, blinking as if emerging from deep

concentration. "Yeah, that's me." Her eyes flicked between Andy and
Sarah, assessing. "You need medical attention?"

"No, we're actually here to donate some supplies,"

Andy said. "I'm Andy, and this is Sarah. We just got to the city
yesterday."

Sarah nodded. "We brought antibiotics."

Dr. Wilson's expression shifted subtly. "Let's see what

you've got."

Andy unzipped his pack and carefully laid out the bottles on

the edge of the table. Dr. Wilson picked each one up, examining the labels.

"Oh thank god," she murmured, almost to herself.

Then louder: "Riti! Come here a sec!"

A harried-looking nurse in faded scrubs hurried over,

clipboard in hand.

"Log these in," Dr. Wilson said, gesturing to the

antibiotics. "And put them in the locked cabinet." She turned back to
Andy and Sarah. "Thanks, you might have saved a few lives today."

Sarah took the opportunity to speak up. "I heard you

might be starting some kind of medical training," she said. "I
studied biology at UCLA before; all this. I know it's not the same as medical
training, but I really want to help if I can."

Dr. Wilson ran a hand through her hair, further disheveling

it. "Biology, huh? That's something at least. We're doing basic emergency
response training on Tuesday morning. Everyone needs to know how to stop
bleeding and recognize infection now." She glanced over at a patient who
had started coughing violently. "Michelle will add you to the list. I need
to check on Mr. Peterson."

As Dr. Wilson hurried away, Michelle gave them a tired

smile. "Don't mind her. She's been working pretty much non-stop since
everything went down. The class starts at nine on Tuesday." She wrote
Sarah's name in a notebook. "And thanks for the antibiotics. We're running
low on everything."

Day 8, Early Afternoon

The afternoon sun beat down on the cracked pavement as Andy

and Sarah made their way back through the empty streets of Presidio Heights.
The silent houses loomed around them, windows dark and lifeless. Sarah tugged
at her ponytail, trying to smooth it down.

"God, it's so quiet," she said, her voice sounding

unnaturally loud in the stillness. "I keep expecting to see someone
walking a dog or mowing their lawn or something."

Andy nodded, stepping over a newspaper that had yellowed in

the sun. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Still doesn't feel real
sometimes."

"So;" Sarah kicked at a pebble. "Dr. Wilson

was something else, wasn't she? I mean, I get why she's stressed, but
jeez."

"She's got a lot on her plate right now," Andy

said with a sympathetic shrug.

"At least that Michelle woman seemed nice. Makes me a

little less nervous about the class."

"I'm sure you'll do great," Andy said.

"Maybe", she paused. "It's weird how some

things from before seem useful now and others just; don't matter anymore."

They walked in silence for a moment, their footsteps echoing

slightly.

"Meg seems pretty capable though, "Sarah said,

glancing sideways at Andy, "I noticed you were quick to invite her to stay
with us." She raised her eyebrows teasingly.

Andy laughed. "Can't put anything past you, can I?

Yeah, I thought having someone with her connections around might be helpful.
But honestly? I respect her more for saying no. It shows she understands she
needs to be with the people she's trying to help."

"Hmm, very diplomatic of you." Sarah smiled,

bumping her shoulder against his. "Well, despite the slightly terrifying
doctor, I'd say it was a pretty good morning overall. Made some connections,
signed up for medical training;" Her smile turned mischievous. "Found
that nice spot overlooking the bay;"

"With the excellent protein options," Andy added

with a straight face.

Sarah burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"You know what's funny? After everything that's happened, pretending to be
my old influencer self actually helps sometimes." Her voice softened.
"Like, it's proof that I can still be that silly, excited person
sometimes, even if I'm reviewing very different products these days."

"Your authenticity really shines through," Andy

said with mock seriousness. "Very engaging content."

Sarah rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly. "Just

wait until you see what I've got planned for future episodes." She looked
at him more seriously. "But honestly? With all your political maneuvering
today, what I appreciate most is how you make me feel like it's still okay to
be silly sometimes. To still be; me."

Without thinking, Sarah reached for his hand. Their fingers

intertwined as they walked, finding comfort in the simple connection amid the
silent streets.

To be continued. Based on a post by the

hospital, for Literotica.

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