In Bale, each night was a gamble on one’s life with burglaries, murders, sexual assault and other horrendous acts committed across the now shadowy land. With no police and no positive outlets for those in crime, safe-guarding oneself was top priority. The two were vulnerable by not having at least one of them awake the previous night, as on the same morning, they noticed unusual damage on the outside of their trailer.

Because of this, Jo and Celia decided to take turns keeping watch to alert each other in the event someone broke inside. If they were unable to beat up or kill whoever came in, the best case scenario was to allow them to take whatever little they had and hope they would be spared from any bodily harm. However, if they were unlucky, they wouldn’t dare imagine what would befall them.

Oftentimes, if a young enough kid was left outside without supervision, expect said child to be preyed upon or held hostage in exchange for money. To avoid this, or at least survive a genuine home invasion, Jo had a revolver of grand shine and scratches and a purple box full of ammunition with a diagonal red stripe to keep him company since he chose to keep watch first. He was already feeling a bit tired, but he had to stay up a while more. Jo just needed some mental fortitude so he could outlast his urge to sleep as to not fail in protecting them like last time.

He had already loaded his gun before Celia took a nap on a lumpy pillow he found in the trailer. Jo tried aiming straight ahead while doing his best not to have his finger near the trigger. He didn’t want to waste bullets to wake up his only friend in this terrible place. Also, a reckless or unnecessary gunshot might bring unwanted attention.

Soon after steadying the barrel of his revolver, Jo blinked and rubbed each of his eyes with his free arm. In that innocuous moment, two people came to stand before him.

They were odd but familiar—and this held hostage his breath through fear. In desperate panic, he fired his revolver at them, all six of his shots. The two silhouettes were unfazed as the bullets went by and missed.

Not yet giving up, he rushed to get more rounds from his box of bullets, but the lantern that hanged from a nail had a sudden burst in range, illuminating the intruders. At that moment, he lowered his revolver with disbelief. It was impossible for them to be here facing him.

“Hi, son. It’s me, big bro.”

“And it’s me, big sis.”

His parents, who were blood relatives, were alive and speaking to him as if nothing happened while wearing the standard-issue white clothing given to everyone. He turned to Celia to see her sleeping through this entire exchange. Jo tried to wake her up until his mother of large thighs, enchanting eyes, and hair that never became dirty in an environment of filth told him this, “Is that your girlfriend? Is that why you left us? For some slut?”

He raised his gun at her. “She’s my friend.”

“You’re just being shy, aren’t you? Like you really do have the hots for this girl.”

He denounced her wild claims. Jo saw her solely as a friend and nothing more.

“Well, then. If you want to fuck her, then we’ll give you some tips.”

His parents jumped into each other’s embrace for a passion-filled wrestling of tongues. Then what came afterwards forced him to block his eyes: she slid off his father’s pants to bobble her head back and forth on his erect seven-inch dick.

He wanted to vomit as the thing between his pants began to feel strange.

They noticed their son was getting a boner and proceeded to go doggy style; the claps of their flesh with each thrust disturbed him even more. As they changed from sex position to sex position, the layout of the room began to change.

What appeared before them included an oval rug, a radio with speakers taking up much of its surface area, and a mattress. The trailer of peeling wooden wall frames and floorboards transformed into the living room where his parents passed away in his family's trailer. This only made them more passionate in their fucking for they were back in the bed where they made all eleven of their kids.

Jo’s mother then got up, took off her jersey, and placed his penis inside her while keeping her eyes locked on their son. She could feel it wiggle as she rode him.

“Oh my god, Dave! Your cock is so amazing!” Her voice became more high-pitched as she sped up her pelvic movements. “I can feel it inside me!”

“Shit! I think I’m about to cum, Faith!” His father zoned into her average-sized breasts where her nipples became hard and dripped with sweat. Neither his big feet nor regular build were nowhere near as determined as his unibrow. The supposed stress placed on it seemed beyond herculean even as his broad nose competed for which body part actually struggled more.

“Do it! Our son has to know how babies are made first-hand so we can get some grandkids.”

With their hands interlocked and his hips thrusting upwards, he ejaculated, causing both to convulse in intense orgasm.

Their bountiful cries of pleasure startled him awake. This got him to accidently fling his gun across the room, letting off a shot that made him duck while waking up Celia.

“Did anyone come in?” Her head scanned the room believing that someone had entered the trailer.

Jo paused for a moment. He thought it was awkward to talk about his strange nightmare to her. “Nnnn… Yes, I saw a… pair of red eyes staring at us through the window. I had to shoot at it to chase it away.”

“Good thing you scared it off.” She let out a big yawn while stretching her arms. The legends of disfigured creatures with evil eyes, festering boils, man-sized mouths, and hind legs roaming Bale at night was not something she believed in, but she somewhat entertained the myth to appease his fright. “Looks like it’s my turn to keep watch. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

“It sure wasn’t. That’s why we should stay up together.”

Celia was intrigued. “Is it because you’re scared?”

He was willing to admit that over talking about his crazed sex dream. Jo then placed his thumbs in each of his ears with his palms out to shout the a-booga-booga-boogas of the imaginary monster.

“That’s the lamest monster I’ve ever heard.” The disappointment in her face and voice was too noticeable.

“You mean that humans are monsters.”

“That too.” Celia was more than willing to stay up with him. However, he had to shuffle away from her so he wouldn’t blush from being too close. She wondered if her troubles over feminine hygiene might be the reason, with her urine basically excluded since it had never been an issue. Celia didn’t want her only friend of either gender to become uncomfortable around her.

Because of this, she buried her head into her thighs and began to cry. Her face, hair and height gave her the look of a tomboy, so she wondered if he was also intimidated by her like the many men she had met.

But Jo just wanted to stay away. It didn’t matter much if she cried, he wanted to preserve his sanity by not being near her.

Such behaviour lasted until the sun rose over the horizon, where a sedan equipped with off-road tires, tempered glass with metal bars covering the side windows and rear windscreen, and a pair of megaphones attached to its roof, drove through the unpaved roads of Bale. It espoused a pre-recorded voice demanding them to get up and complete a brand new day for the estimated two hundred and fifty billion dollar Morgston Industrial and Steel.

The long Patriotism Day holiday weekend was over; it was time to prepare for work.