"Did you find her?" In a glass mansion with crimson walls, a tall figure in a blue suit stood at the window and watched the crimson sky with cold indifference. Though his voice was emotionless, hearing his words, the man standing behind him couldn't help but tremble in silent trepidation. "That...we're still looking. We have no lead to follow, as the Mistress seems to have vanished with the descent of the meteor." He shuffled in place and wiped his hands on the front of his pants. "Two days. That's all you have. If you fail to find my wife in two days, you don't have to show me your face again." The man paled and nodded listlessly. But when he realized his Master couldn't see him, he cleared his throat and croaked a loud 'yes', before retreating from the room. "Jabri dear, why are you still hung up on that human? Not to mention she's not one of us, she might not even be human right now." A sweet and charming voice sounded in the room. The faint clip of high heels on marble ushered
Unaware of the insidious thoughts of her ex-husband, Ella settled with her friends on the first floor of the base. Here, there were no private or shared rooms. Everyone slept together on the floor, in groups of three and five. "What do we do now? We can't cross the river without a boat. How will we get to Sapphire Island?" Celio depressedly asked. He didn't feel comfortable squeezing in with over fifty people. If it was up to him, he would rather sleep on the streets with the zombies... "Earlier, I found a boat buried under the ruins on the bank. Be on the lookout and don't let anyone discover I'm missing. I'll make a venture in the cover of the night and check it out." Irene grabbed Ella's arm in agitation and hissed. "You're going alone? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there?" "I know. But I would rather take a risk out there than spend a day longer here." "So the guy from earlier is really your ex-husband? Da**! Is the man blind? How could he let go of such a beaut
Ella and Marcus worked together. The nights of the apocalyptic days were shorter than the normal times. It was probably due to the meteor that messed with the ecology. Either way, knowing they didn't have much time before the sky turned crimson again, the two used their ability to excavate the buried boat. To their pleasant surprise, it wasn't only one boat buried under the black sand. There were at least 30 boats. "Marcus, see if you can find a rope. We'll take them all!" "Take them all? Why do we need to take all of them? And can we even..." "Don't ask questions. Now's not the time. Just go..." The world was no longer a utopia. Creatures stalked every shadow and movement. One second everything could be calm and merry, the next, they could be running for their lives. Ella was anxious to get things done and leave before the situation changed. Sensing her urgency, Marcus didn't ask anymore. He turned and raced towards the crumbled buildings to find a rope. Life hadn't been kind
As always, Ella felt the former soldier's inquisitive gaze searing her back. She knew he was watching her, waiting and searching for something, but she would be long dead before he learned anything. The baptism of the apocalyptic future had armored her well enough to protect her heart and hide her secrets. Conceal her features and control the flow of events. She would let him tag along, allow him to watch her. But two could play this game, and Ella intended to play well enough to bring him to his knees. "Grrrr!" Right at this moment, ferocious growls resounded from their left. Ella's heart thumped, thinking it was going to be a long night. Gales of fury wind blasted her face, lifting her hair and bellowing her skirt. As the wind gained in might, the growls drew closer, and the unmistakable flap of wings filled the night. Green, gray, blue, and crimson glowing eyes filled hunger flickered around, before razor claws and large bodies emerged from the shadows. "Da**! Winged Cats!" Wi
Ella's smile froze on her face. Two women, a black-haired and a red-haired stood in front of her with their guns aimed at her forehead. She wasn't sure if they saw her appear out of thin air, but just to be on the safe side, she feigned calm. "I'm Ella. Charlie and Kuram brought us into the base today." The two women didn't lower their guns. Their cold expressions made it difficult to figure out what they were thinking. 'Should I just kill them?' Ella contemplated. It would be the wiser, and safer route. Yes, she would be chased down by members of the Riffraff Force for killing their people. But compared to the possibility of her spatial space being exposed, it was a far lower danger, and a risk worth taking. Because if the secret of her space was exposed, it wouldn't just be the Riffraff force who would hunt her down. Just as she was preparing to take action, the redhead slowly lowered her gun. "You're Ella? A member of the team of four who gave Charlie the bags of food?" "Yes,
"You said they're leaving?" Kuram's face turned dark. The woman he was scheming to get into his bed planned to leave before he could get a taste. How could he allow that? "Go get Stacy! Tell her to gather our men on the first floor!" Heaving his new weapon, a hammer twice his size, Kuram rushed out of the room and sprinted down the stairs. Ella strapped her guns and glanced at her friends. "Let's hurry. I have a bad feeling something is going to happen." She urged. Irene and the two men frowned and quickened their pace. By now, they had been with her long enough to understand that when Ella said she had a bad feeling, something foul was headed their way. In less than 5 minutes, the team of four cleared their bedding and washed their faces. Then without even looking for food to appease their grumbling stomachs, they strode towards the exit. The years of struggle in the apocalyptic world had honed Ella's instincts to detect trouble, to the point where she sensed a dark vibe throbb
Kuram, who had been rendered speechless from embarrassment and anger, instantly calmed down upon seeing Stacy. He took a step forward and stood beside her, his eyes cold as he stared down at Ella. "So what if I divorced you? You can only blame yourself for not knowing how to attract my interest." A lecherous gleam flashed in his eyes. Licking his lips, he rubbed his chin and audibly swallowed. "But you don't look so bad now. Since you're still hung up on me, I'll perform a good deed and satisfy your physical needs." "That's right, Ella. Though Kuram divorced you, he never liked you to begin with. You have no one to blame but yourself for what happened to you. If it wasn't for the Muzhir Elders and the Noel couple forcing you together, do you think you would become Mrs. Noel?" Stacy scoffed. She awakened a superpower and held authority in the base. Compared to when she acted like a good sister and snatched a man from Elladine Muzhir, Stacy had more confidence in herself right now. H
Ella was beautiful. Though submissive and meek, she carried a unique charm about her that attracted the attention of men like bees to a queen bee. Stacy had seen this in the way their male customers and co-workers before the apocalypse looked at her. And because Ella was blind to her own beauty, Stacy had lived in fear and apprehension of the day Kuram would awaken to her charms. Thankfully, the woman was dull and easy to fool. Stacy had only needed to say a few words to make her completely focus on earning money and not care about her looks. Over the years, the fear and apprehension were replaced with dissatisfaction and disdain that slowly grew and morphed into hatred. Ella's innocence, simple-mindedness, and naivety were like sharp arrows piercing her eyes and stabbing her heart. They tormented her day in and day out, and made her aware of her own flaws. Thankfully, Kuram sold the wench off and pacified her dark emotions before they came up to the surface. However, her jealous