[SimonBrownMpreg]

This was the absolute worst thing that could happen. Jasper desperately tried the radio again and again, but he never got a response. He wondered if they ignored him on purpose. Looking at the map for the location of the next safe house, he debated with himself if he would make it before nightfall. He very well couldn't stay here forever. The babies were due in nearly three months. No way he could still be stuck out here when labor began. Jasper made a decision.

The young breeder gathered up the remaining rations and the carrying case of drugs, shoving everything into a backpack. He couldn't find any spare warm clothes, which made it all the more vital for him to reach the next bunker by dusk. Jasper also grabbed a rifle. He didn't know how to use it, but he'd figure it out. With map and compass in hand, he climbed up out of the bunker and started on his way.

Unfortunately, Jasper was slow and got lost numerous times. Reading said map and compass were skills he never learned, either, and was paying the price. He swallowed thickly as the sun sank lower below the horizon. Eventually, it was just him and the stars. An otherworldly yipping made his blood run cold. The sound of snow crunching under multiple, fast-moving feet made his heart beat in his throat. Jasper pivoted, ready to shoot whatever demon was coming for him, but he was immediately pinned to the ground. The Noc was covered head-to-toe in pitch black, short, silky thin fur. Its milky eyes glowed faintly under the reflection of the moon. Its sharp rows of teeth dripped with foul-smelling saliva. Jasper was too scared to even scream. The Noc shrieked, reared back and about to sink its teeth into the boy's throat, but then it paused. Thin nostrils flared and began sniffing his huge belly.