The Silent Years: Maiden
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In what used to be the suburbs of Chicago, a community lives and breathes despite the Silents in the wilds beyond. It's a bit of a straightjacket for fifteen year old Becky, facing marriage to one of the available men and bearing children who may or may not be sane. Until the unthinkable happens - the zombie-like Silents begin to recover their reason. The stage is set for a conflict between survivors and recovered, and between old ways and new.
Jennifer R. Povey
Jennifer R. Povey is in her early forties, and lives in Northern Virginia with her husband. She writes a variety of speculative fiction, whilst following current affairs and occasionally indulging in horse riding and role playing games. Her short fiction sales include Analog, Cosmos, and Digital Science Fiction, and her first novel was published by Musa Publishing in April of 2013.
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The Silent Years - Jennifer R. Povey
The Silent Years: Maiden
by Jennifer R. Povey
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To my father
Who has always liked a good end of the world story
Table Of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Chronicler's Notes
Author's Note
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Betty shook her head, and regarded Winston wryly.
It is just because you aren't into women,
she teased him.
Hush. You know how some people around here feel about that.
The young man made a great show of checking the area, then grinned back at her.
She felt herself relax. Yes, but at least I'm safe with you. I have a horrible feeling I'm going to end up having to hit Derek somewhere sensitive.
He deserves it. I caught him trying to cop a feel on Margie, too.
Betty brushed back her hair. Anything with breasts,
she said. We need to get him married off to some battle-ax who'll kick his butt if he tries his shenanigans with another woman.
An ugly battle-ax,
Winston mused. Carla?
Oh god, that would be perfect. She even likes him.
Betty couldn't help but flicker a grin at the eighteen-year-old.
At least they aren't trying to marry you off yet.
Another year and they probably will. Of course, the age they marry people off seems to be drifting younger.
When half of the kids have the plague, we need to breed. Even those of us who would rather not.
I'd marry you,
Betty promised. I wouldn't interfere with anyone you had on the side. We could have our share of children and just be friends.
He studied her. Wouldn't you rather have somebody who actually wanted you?
She ducked her blonde head. Depends. There's want and want. At least I know you like me for me, not my breasts.
Let's get back, before anything nasty jumps us.
Betty nodded and picked up her gun. Ammunition was at such a premium these days that not everyone carried a gun any more. Winston had his bow; arrows were much easier to make.
She remembered cars and stuff, but it was a dim memory. Eight years ago. She had been seven, and her parents had both died. She had been taken in by the people here, raised as a sort of communal child.
She had stayed. She was not entirely sure why, except that it had felt like the right thing to do. Stayed rather than leaving with the wildlings, as other children had. Nobody quite trusted wildlings, but they were valuable allies to settled humanity.
New patterns. She might be barely able to read and write, but she understood the pattern of humanity. The flow of it.
They moved down the street lined with the remains of houses. Nobody lived in the city center, where the skyscrapers slowly decayed and fell. One day, that land would be safe again. Now they seldom even foraged there. Too many people had been killed by falling concrete as its reinforcements rusted out, or by falling glass, windows tumbling to the cracked hardtop with a fragile tinkling sound, so light and musical to be a harbinger of blood and death.
Grass grew up through the cracks in the street, although most of the street’s surface remained somewhat solid and stable. At the very least, it helped them avoid the mud, and wild creatures, still remembering human dominance, gave the road a wide berth.
The animals that did forget might find a shot fired over their heads, or into their bodies, for deer, plentiful here, made good eating.
The houses sagged, their windows like blind eyes onto the street, the glass glittering in their yards. The wood within was returning slowly to the earth. Glass and plastic sagged toward the ground, the latter warped and bent by the loss of structure underneath.
But there was no sign of wild beasts or Silents now. Most people had once predicted that the plague victims would survive about five years.
They had been wrong. Silents could breed, and they retained the instinct to care for their young; Betty had witnessed that. Sane humans were stuck with the Silent, and hunting them to extinction was not as easy as people had once believed it would be.
If exterminating the Silents was even desirable. Some people thought the Silents should instead be preserved in the hope that some of those children might be intelligent.
Those children might be saved.
-#-
Often, breakfast was whatever there was. This morning, there were potatoes (easier to grow than grain) and eggs from the chickens. Their community had settled in and area surrounding a former park. It was now a farm, expanding out into the yards that had backed onto the former park land. Those houses were maintained enough to be livable, although no Neighborhood Association would have approved of them now.
The village needed more space, and were looking for it. The young couples needed space of their own, for those children who were not affected by the plague.
Betty did not want children, not not knowing how many of them she would have to kill. Those would not be children,
of course. Silents were not people, for all that they looked like them and wore the same basic form.
They were not people. That was why Betty cleaned her gun once she had finished breakfast. She had the gun because she was better with it than with a bow. Practical considerations. She had looted what she wore from those that did not need it anymore. Some people wore looted clothing, some homespun, but most wore a mixture of the two.
The settlement needed more sheep. That meant a major Expedition, and she had no illusions about being asked to go. Girls, even competent ones, did not go on big Expeditions. She chafed under the restriction, not quite seeing the reason for it, other than the falsehood that women were weaker.
She was very definitely a girl. Her figure had shaped up of late, she had a waist and good hips. Good hips were important. Too many women died in childbirth for want of medications and techniques that had once been common.
While she daydreamed, Winston took his leave with a wave and a murmured Goodbye.
Betty dismounted and picketed the mare, walking back to her porch. She cleaned her gun and wished she was a man. Men had to take risks too, but they were different risks. Risks that were more within the person's control. She could not control what might happen with pregnancy, with childbirth. It was not like hunting Silents.
Betty?
Hey there, Steffi.
Maybe what she really wanted was to be Steffi, who got to do everything the men did by virtue of not being able to have children. Steffi didn't even have to put up with periods. Betty envied her.
Could use a hand with something here.
Betty stood up. You didn't say no without a good reason, for you never knew when it would be your turn to need help. It was all turn and turnabout. Okay.
She followed Steffi to what had once been a back yard. Now the fences were gone and rows of various vegetables extended into the old park.