Dead Ahead! (Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 19

A naked Marauder fell to the floor, body twitching from the ample dosage of shock from Norton's stun baton. The psychopath looks up and sees a familiar face before him. He saw the disdain in Maria's face and smiled.

Marauder: It's you-

The Marauder couldn't finish his sentence as Maria clicked her tongue and shot him in the head. She rolled her eyes and looked around only to see Milo eyeing her. Maria casually shrugged her shoulders.

Maria: Not worth listening to the ramblings of lunatics.

She smiled innocently. Milo eventually disengaged and moved his eyes on the fighters. Just like back on the way to Lamos, where Norton had tried to keep the group from fighting, Dale had once again become the voice of reason and protested to have their shot at the Marauders. Only under the supervision of Norton and himself.

Norton: For someone so old, he's acting more youthful than us.

Norton commented, taking a breather from the offensive. Milo kept his eye on the gung-ho farmer as a naked Marauder flew from being shot point blank.

Milo: Well, it's giving us results.

Milo added, seeing the irritation-addled faces of the frontline Marauders, whose hands were probably itching to cut Dale's head open. But who could? Especially with a skilled firefighter, a construction worker with a bulletproof safety vest, an abnormally strong cop, and an enormous axe-wielding northerner in front.

Not to mention an Internal Forces trained sharpshooter of a cop behind taking down any shooters in the Marauder side and a crack shot rifleman standing by in the bus. Add the fact that there are more capable fighters on standby.

With the group of survivors' conjoined effort, the numbers of the Marauders started dwindling, instilling fear in those left behind. When only a handful were left, some tried to run, but you ensured none of their kind was spared.

Princess held your hand after you took down three, trying to flee. You breathed out, steadying your heartbeat before giving her a nod of appreciation.

You: Don't worry. I'm not going to end up like the Marauders.

You reassured, training your rifle on the battlefield for more support, making sure to keep your promise to yourself by giving the Marauders a quick and painless death.

The battle ended, and the standby troops were put to work by dragging the bodies of the Marauders on the sidewalk so the road was clear and to, at the least, put some respect on the dead Marauders. They were once people, too.

You start the bus, but Russel, followed by Joe, stops you.

Russel: Don't. Joe said we could siphon the gasoline in the Marauders' tanks. It'll significantly add to our supply and stop them from reclaiming it.

You: That's a great idea. It could also give some time for our fighters to recover.

With a nod, Joe and Russel head out to gather assistance from those who didn't fight while You and Princess share your duties by handing out water and food for those who did.

Since Princess cannot fight physically and emotionally, she's been pulling her weight differently. With the stuff she assigned herself to work on, you can argue she does more work than you, so you support her in some of her tasks.

Marie sat down on the curb, water bottle in hand. She refused the food, having fought less than those on the front lines. She'd practically become the group's executioner, killing those the others forgot to finish off due to the heat of the battle.