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
If it wasn't for her future plans, Ella wouldn't have wasted so much time talking nonsense to a group of spineless women. They lacked both courage and brain, but she wouldn't underestimate their survival instincts. When it came to life and death, Ella knew they were more than capable of fending for themselves. In fact, there were innumerable women in the post apocalyptic days who used their bodies to exchange for food and protection. As such, she suppressed her impatience and said a few more words. "There is no free lunch in this world. And now that the world is in chaos, no one is going to protect you and feed you for free. Superhumans are strong, but they are not invincible. To survive, you can pick up a weapon and depend on yourselves." Ella's expression turned grim, and the urgency in her heart intensified. The full effects of the third wave of radiation had yet to manifest and show themselves. She only had another week before the true nightmare began. Therefore, it was impe
The trek back to the riverbank was uneventful. Aside from a few stray Mordogs feasting on the Winged Cats they cleared the night before, Ella and her entourage didn't encounter any trouble. Only after arriving at the bank and failing to find any boat did Kiera lose her cool and become anxious. "Ella, didn't you say you found boats? Where are they? Will they be enough to carry everyone across?" She had completely forgotten to ask this. The women that followed her and their families, combined with Charlie, the four superhumans, herself, and Ella and her three friends... Before she panicked, Ella patted her shoulder in a reassuring way. "Don't worry, we have enough boats. Wait here and keep an eye on everyone. I'll have Charlie and his men haul your boats over." Kiera's tense muscles relaxed at her words. Giving her a slight smile, Ella turned to her own team of three. "Marcus, you wait here with them. Celio will come with me." She nodded at Irene, turned on her heels and broke into a