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we’ll set up the meeting for later in the week. Just get back to me when you can. Oh, by the way, were the tracks on the small side?”
    “Yes, they were. How did you know?”
    “We’ve had someone watching us and stealing food from time to time. The footprints have always been much smaller than most men’s prints.”
    “Thanks for the heads up. We are heading back to our camp and after we find Capt Harris, we will return with Steve Jones, one of our leaders, to discuss ya’ll joining our country.”
     
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    He woke up with a throbbing headache and blood in his left eye. His wrists hurt and were scraped and bruised. He looked around and saw someone trying to lift an ATV and turn it back right side up. The person was too small to move the ATV more than a foot or so and cursed after each effort. She was a small blonde haired beauty and he wondered what was under the bulky snowsuit. He felt guilty looking at her for some reason.
    “Wait a minute and I’ll help you.”
    The person was startled and quickly turned around with a gun in her hand. She was a beautiful young woman. He did not recognize her and saw that she was battered and bruised. He joined her in lifting the ATV and with a mighty grunt; they righted it in one surge.
    They both fell to the ground exhausted; he looked at her and said, “I’m sorry young lady, but I can’t remember anything. Who am I and where the fuck are we? I don’t believe I know your name.”
    She was startled and replied, “Jim, don’t kid me. I know that you were hit in the head, but we’ve been together for over a year now. I’m Kristen.”
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t even remember how I got here or where we came from. Why are we out in the snow on such a gloomy day?”
    “Why Jim, I believe that hit on the head has addled your brains. You wanted to get away from the camp to spend some time alone with me. It’s so crowded and hard to be alone.”
    “What camp? Hell, I can’t even remember where my home is or my last name.”
    “Are you serious? Your name is Jim Jones and you are from somewhere down south. You drifted into the area a year ago and saved me from a biker gang. They were about to rape me and you shot them all and I took you to our camp.”
    "I’m sorry, but why are you living in a camp?”
    “Jim, we live together in a camp. You are my husband. I’m Kristen Jones, I love you and you love me. Well, we aren’t actually married, but it’s the same these days since the world fell apart.”
    He went to the side of the ATV and looked in the mirror. He saw a man with graying dark hair with rugged features dressed in BDUs. He had never seen that face before.
    “I don’t want to argue with such a beautiful young girl, but I must be 30 years older than you and ten times as ugly. Why would you hook up with an older guy like me? Wait a minute. What do you mean by the world fell apart?”
    “OMG, you really don’t remember. The USA and Europe were nuked by the Iranians and were helped by some rogue US officials. Some say the President was leading the group. Anyway, you saved my life and there are two women for every man thanks to the thugs and biker gangs. They kill all of the men that they don’t need as slaves and keep all of the good looking women as sex slaves. I thought you could protect me and you are great in bed, so we have been together ever since.”
    “You’re kidding. I hate progressive liberals, but even that scum bag wouldn’t nuke his own country. Wait a minute....we're sleeping together? I think I’d remember that.”
    She walked over to him and gave him a long wet kiss and said, “Do you remember now?”
    “That was fantastic, but I still can’t remember who I am much less who you are. I could get used to this though.”
    “Well anyway, we got nuked and it shut the whole country down. No electricity, no running water, no TV and no video games and even cars don’t run! Man, we’re back in the Stone Age."
    “Then how does the ATV