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I ran away and headed west to someplace where I could probably die alone. But I am here, living in this trailer home that I claimed mine after the previous tenants died and thanks to our education I can keep the power running through some generators and water is pumped from an old reservoir down the road. I've been here exactly a year since."

I followed up on her statement and said, "if you don't mind me asking, we seem to be in the same feeling of alienation, but were you determined to die from the disease or..."

She cut my answer off with a gentle smile and said, "At first yes, but I realized that I was much too immune so I realized I'd die of old age or something."

The last statement slapped me across the face. "I'm sorry, immune? There's an immunity?"

Sydney got up with a smile and refilled her glass. Sipped a little while standing, but walked back to the table and sat down again.

"Very few physicians got the word that some scientists cracked a substance against the disease. As you were wondering from earlier, it's milk" she said with a half-proud smile.

I was trying to decide whether to believe her or call on her bluff. "But how is cow's milk effective on the disease if a lot of people were still wiped out? Hell, the last report I heard Wisconsin was almost empty, and that's dairy land!" I let out a chuckle as I finished my statement.

She laughed too but then shifted her gaze a little bit to herself, but then back to me as she took another sip of wine. I gave her another puzzled look.

"Okay, but you promise not to be thrown off?" she asked, almost too excited to spill the beans.

I nodded, still wondering what she meant. "It's breast milk, human milk. One must have had a consistent diet of it to survive and prevent catching the disease" she answered.

"So how the hell am I still al-" I began but then flashbacked into my memory about breaking into the Goodwin's home once they packed and scrammed. "Oh shit..." I said out loud in realization.

"What?" Sydney asked.

"I think I know how I've been surviving" I answered as it continued to unfold in my mind.

"Well?" she asked, begging for more detail.

"There was a family in town, the Goodwin's. They packed some of their things and scrammed off North, but they left a lot of things behind. When I was all alone in the past weeks I remember breaking into their home to look for tools, food, or anything useful..."

Sydney followed along intently.

"Now I found a freezer fridge in their basement that I thought had meats and stuff, but I only found what I thought were frozen cream pops, but now that I think back, I remember that the youngest Goodwin daughter that lived with them had a baby at 23."

Sydney had a hard time holding in the wine she had sipped as she began to laugh. She continued to simmer in the humor and finally gathered herself to say, "you ate breast milk popsicles."

I let the idea sink in further but then said, "well yeah I was starving, and I found those. I had no idea what they were at the time."

"Well no wonder, I kept asking how you stayed alive. Not many guys made it without it, if any at all" she added.

We continued to sip and giggle a little further, but then my curiosity came to life.

"Wait, so what about you? How are you still alive then? Do you have some source in a town near here for milk like that?" I asked.

She stopped giggling and smiled wide. "Okay, again, don't judge me, promise!" she commanded.

I nodded once again and said, "you have my word."

She hesitated a little but then began another tangent. "When we were in school Harry and I were really connected because of a mutual fetish/lifestyle. We were interested in adult breastfeeding, and because of it, I induced lactation into my body. Harry would suck on my breasts and would drink my milk exactly as a baby would. Eventually, I made a ton, so I pumped, would sell, and in very, very seldom occasions would nurse other people for a very generous price."

My mouth was hanging a little and I knew I was beginning to stare at her not wanting to believe her, but

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