He had survived the aftermath of the war and the nuclear winter by doing what was necessary.
At first he fought other survivors for the contents of the stores and houses, eventually it was down to hunting dogs, cats, rats, even insects.
It was almost three days since he'd last eaten, and now hunger was rapidly turning to starvation. His stomach growled, and cramped painfully.
A small movement caught his eye...
A cat maybe, or if luck was with him, a dog.
He lifted the rifle and trained the telescopic sight on the animal...
Not a dog...a woman, a young woman, maybe eighteen or twenty years old, certainly not much more, was picking her way lithely across the rubble, keeping low to the ground.
The desire boiled in his body, it had been a very long time since he had seen a woman.
His mind was swamped with memories of women he had known, had loved, had made love to.
Images flooded his thoughts, intertwined flesh, skin beaded with the glow of exertion, mingling juices, hot staccato breath, whimpers and small noises...
As he watched her approach, the exquisite sensation in his groin became almost overwhelming.
A man's need to breed is one of his most basic instincts.
As is a man's need to eat.
A solitary tear rolled down his cheek as he squeezed the trigger.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.