Heather and John stood by the loch, on the same spot they'd fought the last of the creatures. Both were naked and although he carried a rucksack, John wore no boots. He was the equal of Heather now, hardy and robust, able to face the natural world stripped bare of any of of society's burdens. The whole area, now cordoned off from the world, became their playground. They knew they could go anywhere without fear of disturbance, and do anything they wanted.
But one thing was more important than their freedom to be nude amongst nature, and that was the remembrance of friendship. They came back to the loch, once a month, to honour their friends. This time was different though. Heather's pregnancy meant she would have to curtail some of her exploits, and they both knew this was probably their last visit for some time.
John unpacked the raft, a small collapsible boat that just took both of them. They climbed aboard as John pushed it out into the open water.
The trip was short to the island, the island she'd shown Chris when he was bitten. As they arrived, both scanned the trees with their eyes looking for movement.
“Anything?” said Heather.
“Nothing.”
“Let's give them a call then, shall we?”
Heather reached into the boat and pulled out a large chunk of meat, throwing it on the ground. She covered it with a blanket she had brought, and stood back.
From the trees, two pale, naked creatures came running, towards the meat.
“Hello guys” said Heather.
The creature that had once been Chris looked up at Heather as it grabbed the meat, tearing a chunk out of it with its mouth. Annie came up behind him, and he gave her the rest of the meat. As she held the flesh in her hand, she stood up and Heather and John were staggered at what they saw. Both stared in shock at Annie, looking down towards her stomach.
Annie, like Heather, was now clearly pregnant.
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