Harem in a zombie apocalypse

[59] Home run

As the fiery mayhem of the tavern faded into the background, the biting cold reality of the outside world took over. The night was moonless, the vast expanse of the Idaho sky freckled with countless stars. Their twinkling lights did little to illuminate the wasteland surrounding us, but it was a hauntingly beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the inferno we had just escaped.

Kaya, the tribal marks on her face glowing under the moonlight, was at my side in an instant, offering me her shoulder. I gratefully accepted her assistance, my muscles screaming in protest as I tried to stand on my own. Every step was agony, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins kept me going.

Not too far away, the towering silhouette of Endeavor loomed, looking more like a savior than a vehicle. Cassidy was already at the driver's side, rifling through the pockets of the raider leader's still-warm corpse. She pulled out a set of keys with a triumphant grin before tossing the lifeless body aside with a grunt.

"Hurry up!" she yelled over the crackling flames, her voice barely audible over the chaos. She was already in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats.

Meanwhile, Hazuki was busy clearing the path. Her petite frame belied her strength as she heaved the iron spikes aside, her breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps. Each spike was a hefty weight, but she handled them with an admirable determination.

Once the path was clear, we all piled into Endeavor, our bodies aching and our nerves frayed. Cassidy didn't waste any time; the moment we were all in, she slammed her foot onto the accelerator, the engine roaring to life. The tires screeched against the gravel, and we were off, leaving the burning tavern and the lifeless bodies of the raiders behind.

Looking back, the tavern was now a towering inferno, a beacon of death in the night. The light of the fire danced across my face, painting a grotesque scene of triumph and loss. It was a grim reminder of the world we now inhabited, a world where survival came at a heavy price.

I turned away from the gruesome sight, the harsh reality sinking in. We had won the battle, but the war was far from over. But for now, we were safe. For now, we were survivors.

***

As we sped away into the encroaching darkness, the adrenaline began to fade and gave way to the harsh reality of our predicament. The metallic tang of blood was a constant presence, as was the slow, dull throbbing of multiple bruises scattered across our bodies. I could feel the familiar sting of a graze on my forearm and the uncomfortable wetness that indicated that it was still bleeding.

Kaya, sitting across from me, seemed to be faring better. Her face was stoic, almost detached, showing no sign of the physical ordeal we'd just been through. Her tribal tattoos, illuminated by the dim light coming from the dashboard, gave her a fierce, warrior-like appearance. There were small patches of dried blood marring the otherwise flawless designs, serving as stark reminders of our recent encounter with the raiders.

Breaking the silence that had enveloped us, Kaya turned towards me, her eyes glinting with a certain fierceness. "I owe you one," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The undercurrent of gratitude was palpable in her words, and even though she didn't elaborate further, I knew she was referring to the moment I had pushed her out of the stool's path.

I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "It's all good," I responded, my tone light.

With that, a comfortable silence descended upon us again, the only sound being the constant hum of Endeavor's engine and Cass whistling song Ball breaker.

Ball breaker huh...

Q: Have you ever heard of the song Ball breaker?