The Last Survivors

Chapter 9: wait what?

Months had passed since Seraphina and Bastien had set out on their journey through the zombie-infested wasteland. Through sheer determination and unwavering teamwork, they had managed to carve out a semblance of safety in the midst of chaos.

With each passing day, they had honed their survival skills, learning to navigate the treacherous landscape and outsmart the relentless undead that lurked around every corner. Together, they had fought countless battles, their bond growing stronger with each victory won and each obstacle overcome.

Now, as they stood atop a crumbling rooftop, surveying the desolate cityscape below, Seraphina and Bastien felt a sense of pride swell within them. They had come a long way since the early days of the apocalypse, their resilience and resourcefulness carrying them through even the darkest of times.

"We've done well for ourselves, haven't we?" Bastien said, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and admiration as he looked at Seraphina.

Seraphina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "We make a pretty good team," she replied, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I couldn't have asked for a better partner in all of this."

As they stood side by side, taking in the grim panorama before them, Bastien turned to Seraphina with a solemn expression. "Do you ever think about how things used to be?" he asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Seraphina gazed out at the ruined cityscape, memories of the past flashing through her mind like distant echoes. "Sometimes," she admitted, her voice soft. "But dwelling on the past won't change our present reality."

Bastien nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Seraphina's determined face. "You're right," he said, a note of admiration in his voice. "We've come a long way since then, and we've got each other to thank for that."

A sense of gratitude welled up within Seraphina as she looked at Bastien, her partner in survival through it all. "I don't know what I would do without you," she confessed, her voice filled with sincerity.

Bastien smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest at her words. "Likewise," he replied, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering resolve. "We're in this together, Seraphina. Always."

As they continued to survey the landscape, Seraphina's gaze fell upon a distant figure limping through the rubble below. "Look," she said, pointing towards the survivor. "We should help them."

Bastien followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. "It could be dangerous," he cautioned, his voice tinged with concern. "But you're right. We can't just leave them out there."

Seraphina nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "We've faced worse odds together," she said, her voice resolute. "We can handle this."

With a shared nod, Seraphina and Bastien set out to rescue the stranded survivor, it looked to be a girl. She has short brown hair, bloody ripped clothes and was limping away from a horde of zombies. Seraphina and Bastien had to prepare themselves for a hard and nasty fight against the horde, Seraphina held her machete tightly as Bastien held his bat that he filled with spikes, barbed wire and nails prepared for battle.

With a shared nod of determination
Seraphina and Bastien surged forward to protect the stranded survivor. Seraphina's heart raced as she tightened her grip on her machete, her senses heightened as she scanned the approaching horde of zombies. Beside her, Bastien stood tall, his spiked bat poised for action, ready to unleash devastation upon their undead,adversaries.

As the zombies closed in, Seraphina and Bastien swiftly positioned themselves in front of the girl to shield her from the encroaching danger.

Seraphina, with her keen focus and steady stance, strategically swung her machete with precision, aiming for the heads of the undead foes to incapacitate them effectively. Her years of training in combat arts helped her move fluidly, sending the zombies reeling with every powerful strike.

Meanwhile, Bastien's weapon of choice proved formidable as he expertly wielded his spiked bat, the makeshift arsenal of nails and barbed wire enhancing its lethality. With each swing, he managed to create a perimeter of defense around the trio, forcing the advancing zombies to keep their distance.

Together, Seraphina and Bastien formed a strong and cohesive frontline, working in tandem to fend off the horde and buy precious time for the injured girl to escape to safety. Their unwavering determination and synchronized movements showcased not only their individual skills but also their deep sense of camaraderie and mutual protection in the face of overwhelming oodds

With the immediate threat temporarily thwarted, Seraphina and Bastien wasted no time in grabbing the girl by the arms and urging her to move quickly.

"Come on, we need to get out of here fast!" Seraphina shouted, her voice laced with urgency as she led the way, scanning the surroundings for any signs of more approaching zombies.

Bastien stayed close behind, his keen eyes alert for any potential threats as he guided the group through the maze of debris-strewn streets. The girl, though shaken and injured, tried her best to keep up with the pace set by her two rescuers.

Despite the chaos and danger that lurked around every corner, Seraphina and Bastien's determination to protect the girl never wavered. With strategic maneuvers and quick thinking, they navigated the treacherous path, using their combined strength and skills to outmaneuver any zombies that dared to block their escape route.

As they finally reached the relative safety of a fortified building, Seraphina and Bastien ushered the girl inside, making sure to barricade the entrance behind them. Breathing heavily but with a sense of relief, they knew that the fight was far from over, but for now, they had succeeded in keeping the girl out of harm's way.

As the adrenaline of the escape began to subside, the girl caught her breath and managed a weak smile. "My name is Phoenix," she said, her voice trembling slightly from the shock of their recent ordeal.

Seraphina's eyes widened in surprise at the familiar name. It took her just a moment to recognize the features that were now distorted by fear and exhaustion. And then it hit her like a thunderbolt - Phoenix was her childhood friend, the same girl she used to play with in the streets before the outbreak changed everything.

She has short, curly brown hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her eyes are a piercing shade of blue, which seem to hold a mix of determination, fear, and sadness. Her face is pale and drawn, with visible signs of exhaustion and recent injuries. She is thin but strong, having maintained her athletic build through regular running and exercise before the outbreak. Despite her current blood-stained and ripped clothes, it's clear that she once took pride in her appearance. She limps slightly, favoring her left leg after sustaining an injury while trying to escape from the zombie horde.

Seraphina looked at her and realised who she was.. "Wait what..?"