Harem in a zombie apocalypse

[70] Unlikely savior

When consciousness seeped back in, I found myself in a disorienting world of shadows and tall trees that stretched out into the darkening skies. My first instinct was to get up, but a sharp tug on my wrists reminded me of my predicament. Rough hemp ropes were digging into my skin, fastening me to the rough bark of a tree.

Panic surged through me, like a wave of icy water, as I tried to recall how I ended up in such a situation. I remembered Al, the hot chocolate, the sudden drowsiness, and then... nothing.

It was then that I spotted the cabin not far from where I was tied. Its wooden structure glowed under the soft setting sun, creating an eerie silhouette against the darkening canvas of the evening sky. Lights flickered from inside, suggesting that Al was still there.

Desperation fueled my brain, the situation was dire. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the direness of my situation. Then, a crazy idea sprouted in my mind. I would attract the attention of the undead. It was a gamble, a terrifying one, but I was out of options.

With a deep breath, I began to shout. Each scream echoed through the woods, disturbing the serenity of the evening. I shifted my focus onto the sounds of the forest, waiting for the familiar moans and groans that signified the approach of the undead. My shouts grew louder and more frantic, the desperation seeping into my voice as I continued to call for the very creatures that I had been avoiding for so long.

Each minute felt like an eternity as I kept up the noise, my heart pounding in rhythm with my shouts. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying my desperate cries farther into the wilderness. All I needed was one. One to pick up on the sound, one to start a chain reaction.

And as the dusk fell into night, the eeriness of the situation amplified. My voice started to waver, the strain of continuous screaming making it hoarse. But I couldn't stop; not when I was so close.

I knew the risks of attracting zombies, but I also knew it was my only chance. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, but this time, the mouse was calling for the cat. And as I kept up my desperate cries, I prayed that it would work, that the zombies would be my unlikely savior.

When I saw the silhouettes of the undead materialize out of the dusk, a mix of dread and relief washed over me. Their lurching forms moved past me, seemingly uninterested in the human tethered to the tree. The stench of decay filled the air as they staggered by, their grotesque forms illuminated by the faint glow of the cabin's light in the distance.

My plan was working, the zombies were drawn towards the cabin, the source of light and sound. As I watched them lumber away, a desperate sort of hope fueled my determination. Holding my breath, I began to move, testing the ropes. They chafed against my raw skin, but the slight give they offered was enough to spur me on.

Wriggling and twisting my body in ways I had never done before, I fought the ropes that bound me. The hemp bit into my flesh, drawing blood, but I ignored the pain, focused only on the freedom just within my grasp.

I had always been on the slender side, a fact that came to my advantage in that critical moment. With one last grunt, I managed to dislocate my shoulder, and the ropes slipped off, dropping me to the forest floor. The pain was blinding, but I forced myself to stay silent, to not attract attention from either the undead or the man inside the cabin.

Free from my constraints, I crouched low, ignoring the throbbing pain in my shoulder and began to follow the undead towards the cabin. I was barefoot, the rough forest floor scraping against my feet, but I kept moving, matching the slow pace of the zombies.

The cabin, which earlier seemed a safe haven, now loomed menacingly in the darkness. As I got closer, I could see the windows were boarded up and there was a barricade around the cabin. It was as if Al was expecting the undead. The question was, was he expecting me?

Using the undead as a cover, I got as close to the cabin as I could. Each step was deliberate and calculated, avoiding any dry twigs or loose gravel that might give away my presence. With every step, my heart pounded harder against my ribcage, each beat echoing the gravity of the situation.

When I finally made it to the cabin, I took a moment to steady my breath, to assess the situation. I knew I had to be swift, and silent. I didn't know what awaited me inside, but I knew I had to face it, not just for my sake, but for my friends as well. So, with a final deep breath, I readied myself, prepared to confront whatever lay beyond the walls of the cabin.

Q: What would you do if you were tied up?