Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 141 They Were Toys - Now They’re Soldiers
Four soldiers in total - two on watch, two upstairs. One of the upstairs ones got taken out. What about the other?
Nora glanced back at Vanessa, asking with her eyes.
"Eat first," Vanessa said under her breath.
The sixteen women lined up at the kitchen door. Each got a bowl of plain rice and hot saltwater. Once served, they gathered in a corner and sat. Vanessa laid her gun across her crossed legs and spoke softly, "Eat up."
She stirred the hot saltwater into her rice and used her fingers to scoop it into her mouth.
Three minutes later, the last soldier pushed the final group of women into the cafeteria. He muttered curses and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaning against it, he lit a cigarette.
All three soldiers were inside now. Nora threw a glance at Vanessa. The women sat dead center in the room. Vanessa gave a small nod, signaling Nora to aim for the soldier on the far right - she’d take the other two.
Tension snapped tight. The rest of the women started picking up on the shift and fell silent.
Dim light cast shadows. Vanessa and Nora both took deep breaths, guns steady. In their heads: three... two... one.
Two shots fired in sync. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Both soldiers were hit. The room froze for a second.
Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She swung her gun toward the third - a sleazeball still toying with a girl in the corner. He blinked, startled, then lunged for his weapon.
Too late.
Crack! Another shot. A hole bloomed in his chest.
He wasn’t dead yet. Still had enough breath to scream.
Vanessa ran up, placed the muzzle at his head, and ended it.
Chaos exploded in the cafeteria.
Footsteps thundered from the hallway. Vanessa and Nora slipped into the crowd of women.
The door burst open with a kick.
Two soldiers, automatic rifles ready, stormed in yelling, "Get down, now!"
They didn’t get to finish. Vanessa and Nora fired. Both soldiers dropped before they could lift their weapons. Vanessa stepped up, made sure.
Had to be first-floor sentries.
Vanessa’s hands were steady now. Nora slammed the door shut, yelling, "Quiet!"
The women hit the floor, terrified.
"Who knows how to shoot? Raise your hand. We’re getting out!" Vanessa barked.
Around seventy women huddled in the room. Some had been waiting for this chance. At her call, seven or eight hands shot up.
They searched the dead. Found two pistols, two rifles, three grenades. Vanessa split the weapons fast, keeping one rifle for herself.
"If you’re not coming, if you’re fine staying here to be brutalized, go back to the dorm now. The rest of you - we break out. No second thoughts. Understand?"
Run? Out there were soldiers and those damn things - centipedes and spiders...
But staying meant more torment, worse than death.
Not one woman moved for the dorm. Only the elderly kitchen helpers, in their sixties, raised shaky hands.
"We - we can’t run, dear. Go on without us. We won’t make a sound..."
Four women had weapons now: two rifles, two pistols, plus four grenades. Outside were thousands of soldiers, and monsters beyond counting. Hearing that, the women in the cafeteria sank into despair.
Suddenly, one woman stood up, panicked, and shouted toward Vanessa, "I remember - they keep supplies on the first floor, in the warehouse! There might be guns there!"
A few of the women who already had weapons exchanged looks, then dashed out of the hallway, leading a group downstairs in a hurry.
The security doors of the two apartments on the first floor were locked. Vanessa paused, then ran back up to the second floor, rummaged through a dead soldier’s body, and found a keyring. She sprinted back down and tried them one by one until both doors finally opened.
But just then, lured by the gunfire, a patrol unit was already at the entrance.
"Ten per team!" someone with a gun shouted.
"Those without weapons, hide inside! The rest, follow me to the landing for an ambush!"
Vanessa barked the orders, and women scattered into the rooms. At the same time, a soldier kicked the unit door open. Seeing a dozen panicked, half-naked women scrambling into the storage rooms, the patrol shouted, "Don’t move! Get down!"
There weren’t many women left - they didn’t want to risk getting punished for shooting them outright, so they hesitated.
Six women, including Vanessa, were crouched on the landing. Through the stairwell gaps, they could see shadows moving by the door. Vanessa judged it was time. She yanked the pin from a grenade and tossed it through the stairwell.
Boom -
The explosion echoed below. While the stairwell stayed intact, the blast scattered dust and smoke everywhere. Taking the chance, all six women charged downstairs, spraying bullets through the dusty haze at the door.
No one knew if the entire patrol was dead, but there was no time to check. Nora found two strong flashlights and handed one to Vanessa. They each sprinted to one of the warehouse rooms on the first floor.
Explosions weren’t quiet. More soldiers would be swarming soon. No time. Most of the women were still half-naked, weaponless, and outside - there were those things waiting.
"We have to move fast! Grab clothes, weapons, anything! Wrap yourselves up! We’ll break out! See a car - get in and run!"
Desperation woke something fierce inside them. Beaten down for too long, they now moved like warriors. The warehouses had old military uniforms, helmets - probably stripped from corpses. That didn’t matter. The women threw them on anyway, no questions asked.
There were shovels. Cooking oil. Odds and ends. But no weapons.
"You! Who here knows how to shoot? Get out front and grab weapons from those patrol corpses!"
Vanessa was dressed and ready. So was Nora. The two stepped out almost at the same time and headed to the shattered entrance. Outside, car engines roared. Headlights swept across the hallway. Past the ruined door, the twisted silhouettes of the mutated crept closer, crawling, howling.
Despair was biting hard.
"Fire!"
Vanessa and Nora bit down their fear and stormed forward, automatic rifles blazing, cutting into the horde outside the corridor entrance. One magazine emptied - five or six other women dashed over, ransacking the corpses for guns, quickly collecting six more.
"Everyone! Keep close and run with me! Don’t be afraid - we die fighting if we have to!"
Vanessa’s voice cracked out like a whip. She was the first to break through the door, Nora right beside her. Behind them, over seventy women, barely covered in gear, followed with clenched jaws.
Right now - there was no turning back. Only forward.
