banal cleaning or cooking. The only exception was me alone. Seeing what state I was in, Harry showed miracles of sensitivity, and ordered his assistants not to bother me unnecessarily. It was not life, but existence, but everything suited me. I was ready to spend the rest of my life in the four walls, eating only boiled vegetables, which were brought to me three times a day, but soon I started having health problems.

It all started with the fact that apathy gave way to irritability. I was angry at everything and at all without any reason. I couldn't do anything with myself. Following the nervousness came morning sickness. Knowing with my mind what it means, I initially blamed stale vegetables on everything. When my chest became very sensitive, it became pointless to deny the obvious. The first feeling I experienced was fear, which was replaced very soon by a real panic. I didn’t know what to do next, didn’t know who to ask for help or just for advice. Understanding that if I continued to behave as before, I would kill not only myself, but also the unborn child, I finished the retreat, and went for help. Unfortunately, there was no one among the inhabitants of the "Queen of the Seas" who more or less understood medicine, but I managed to find a woman who managed to relive the birth safely, being locked in the hold. As it turned out, it was not her first birth, so Laura (as my new friend introduced herself) intelligibly explained what to expect and what to prepare for.

However, even after her explanations, one question remained unanswered, and then only because I could not accurately calculate the time limit. I would really like Chris to be the father of this child, but Ben could well be one. However, the question of paternity soon faded into the background, it was worth looming on the horizon of an armed group. At first, the thugs offered to give them half of all our supplies, promising not to touch anyone. For the sake of general peace, Harry was ready to make concessions, although not everyone liked that. However, immediately after the transfer of supplies, the thugs, sensing the smell of easy money, began to demand that we give them and the ship, threatening to evict us otherwise. Even if Harry agreed to the demands of the blackmailers, no one would listen to him. Insolent thugs should be put in place. Only the weakest and the sick went to the hold. The rest took up arms, thank God after the departure of the military gun barrels on board remained more than enough. I, too, could remain in the hold, but instead chose to take up arms and take a place on the deck. The fight lasted just over an hour. Our six wounded, one even hard, but the attackers had much worse.

Having broken their teeth about us, these jackals tried to escape, but Harry took eight fighters, caught up with the retreating and finished them all. Not out of bloodthirsty, but solely for security reasons, so that they, having licked their wounds, would not think of taking revenge. After the end of the battle, I realized that even if Ben was my father and not Chris, this did not change anything for me, because now I was for whom to live on. By that time, when my stomach was round, I finally got out of depression, and began to work with the others. And although there was no confidence in the future, life slowly began to improve. After the supplies to the Wastelands began to return empty-handed, I remembered the Doomsday Brotherhood.There was no question of discouraging prisoners from fanatics, so I suggested that Harry try to negotiate with Joshua and his crazy followers about the trade. I myself was not present at the talks, not wanting to get caught by the geeks. Joshua agreed to supply food to the Queen of the Seas in exchange for weapons. Returning from prison, Harry and his men picked up a slightly lively young guy. The guy lain unconscious for a couple of days, and when he came to himself, he began to carry some sort of nonsense about ghouls, who were very different from their fellows. From the words of a madman, the ghouls of the new breed were all bald, with pale skin of milky color. At first, no one took his words seriously.

Exactly until such time as the supply officers returning from the raids did not tell the same thing, adding that they saw the pale monsters moving quietly through the Wastes in the light of day. Fearing that panic would not arise on the ship, Harry ordered the talkers to keep their mouths shut and not to mention pale ghouls anymore. I, driven by curiosity, spoke with a crazy guy and learned something very important about the new breed. It turned out that pale monsters are not too interested in people, and prefer to hunt for ghouls. My narrator witnessed three clashes between the old and the new breeds. They all developed according to the same scenario: the pale ones ate a couple of ghouls, and the others were killed. Only a few minutes passed, and the bitten ghouls returned to life and turned into their pale brethren. Heard delighted and at the same time scared me. Some monsters destroyed others, making the Wastes much safer. Now they did not show much interest in people, but what will happen later when the pale completely eradicate the old breed? Ghouls are dangerous only at night, besides the antidote saves from infection. The bite of the pale monster will not leave the victim a single chance, and even to kill such a creature seems to be much more difficult. Trying to get away from disturbing thoughts, I remembered the coming birth, and how I would raise my son or my daughter in this inhospitable world. No matter how difficult it is, I will do everything possible so that my child does not regret that he was born. As for the new monsters, they will need a lot of time before completely eradicating the old breed. We can only hope that when the pale creatures appear on the seashore, we will have enough strength to repulse them.

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