The Lazy Chronicles: Apartment of the Apocalypse-Chapter 69: Nightfall Negotiations

The air was crisp, and the soft glow of their makeshift campfire cast dancing shadows on the group as they sat in relative silence. The events of the day—the zombie horde, the petting zoo, and the raiders—had left them rattled but surprisingly intact. Greg poked at the fire with a stick, his expression uncharacteristically contemplative, while Clara meticulously cleaned her blade.

Mallory, sprawled out on a patch of grass, held Blinky close like a pillow. The little robot occasionally emitted a faint chirp, much to everyone’s amusement.

Alex, however, was less amused. "Why is it," he began, breaking the silence, "that every time you get involved, Mallory, chaos follows?"

She tilted her head lazily to look at him. "Maybe the universe just likes to keep things interesting when I’m around."

"Interesting? You mean reckless," Alex countered. "That robot almost got us killed back there."

"Hey!" Mallory shot back. "Blinky saved us and roasted some zombies for good measure. I call that a win."

Greg chuckled. "Honestly, Alex, if you’re going to blame anyone, blame the apocalypse. It’s like a giant stage for Mallory’s chaotic genius."

"Thank you, Greg," Mallory said, smirking. "Someone appreciates me."

Clara rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Let’s focus. We need to figure out what’s next. The raiders saw Blinky, which means they’ll be looking for us. We can’t stay here long."

Greg nodded. "We could head east. That town we passed a few miles back looked deserted enough."

Mallory groaned. "Another town? Can’t we just find a nice mansion somewhere and squat there? Preferably one with a pool."

"Because those don’t exactly grow on trees, Mallory," Clara said, her tone dry.

As they debated, the sound of rustling leaves interrupted them. Everyone froze, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons.

"Who’s there?" Clara called out, her voice firm.

A familiar voice answered. "Don’t shoot! It’s me."

From the shadows emerged none other than Sam, the wiry survivor they’d crossed paths with weeks ago. His scruffy beard had grown thicker, and his clothes were even more tattered, but his signature cocky grin remained.

"Sam?" Greg asked, his brow furrowing. "What are you doing here?"

"Following the smell of your campfire," Sam replied, plopping down near the group uninvited. "And maybe hoping for a bite to eat."

Mallory raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously just wandering around out here like it’s a camping trip?"

"Wandering? No, no. I call it strategic exploring," Sam said, helping himself to a piece of bread from Greg’s pack.

"Hey!" Greg protested, but Sam waved him off.

"So," Sam said, leaning back, "what’s new with you fine folks? Last I saw, you were holed up in some fancy apartment building."

Mallory perked up. "Oh, it’s still fancy. The apartment’s evolving."

Sam gave her a puzzled look. "Evolving?"

"She’s not kidding," Alex muttered. "The place practically has a mind of its own."

As the group filled Sam in on their recent escapades, including the infamous petting zoo and Blinky’s heroics, his grin widened.

"You lot have the weirdest luck," he said, shaking his head. "But hey, if you’re looking for some excitement, I’ve got a lead."

Clara narrowed her eyes. "What kind of lead?"

Sam leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s a settlement about a day’s walk from here. Supposedly well-stocked, but they’ve got... let’s call it a unique admission policy."

"Unique how?" Alex asked, skeptical.

"They don’t just let anyone in. You’ve got to prove you’re worth something. Skills, supplies, connections—you name it," Sam explained.

Mallory sighed dramatically. "Great. A zombie apocalypse talent show. Just what I’ve always wanted."

---

The group decided to check out the settlement the next day, despite their reservations. They packed up camp at dawn, Blinky chirping cheerfully as it zipped around collecting stray items.

"Can you make that thing less happy in the mornings?" Alex grumbled.

"It’s called positivity, Alex. You should try it sometime," Mallory quipped, earning a chuckle from Greg.

The journey to the settlement was uneventful at first. The terrain shifted from dense forest to rolling hills, the occasional zombie popping up like a grotesque whack-a-mole. Mallory, as usual, lagged behind, her lack of enthusiasm for walking blatantly obvious.

"Do you ever not complain?" Alex asked as she stopped to tie her boot for the third time.

"Do you ever not nag?" she shot back.

Clara sighed. "Children, please. Save the bickering for when we’re not in potential danger."

As they crested a hill, the settlement came into view. It was larger than they expected, with tall metal walls and makeshift guard towers. Smoke rose from chimneys inside, and the faint hum of a generator could be heard.

"Looks secure," Greg said.

"Too secure," Clara muttered. "I don’t trust places like this."

They approached cautiously, stopping at the gate where two armed guards stood watch.

"State your business," one of them barked.

"We’re survivors looking for shelter," Clara replied.

The guard eyed them suspiciously. "What do you have to offer?"

Mallory stepped forward, gesturing dramatically. "I bring... tactical stillness and unparalleled sarcasm."

Alex groaned. "For the love of—"

Greg quickly stepped in. "We have skills and supplies. We’re willing to contribute."

The guards exchanged a look before one of them spoke into a radio. A moment later, the gate creaked open, and they were led inside.

---

The settlement was bustling with activity. People moved about, tending to crops, repairing buildings, and trading goods. It was a stark contrast to the desolation they’d grown used to.

Their group was ushered into a large building where a woman sat behind a desk, her sharp eyes scanning them.

"I’m Miriam, the leader here," she said. "Welcome to Haven."

"Haven?" Mallory repeated, her tone skeptical. "Sounds a little pretentious."

Miriam ignored her. "If you want to stay, you’ll need to prove your worth. We don’t have room for freeloaders."

Clara nodded. "We understand. What do you need?"

Miriam gestured to a map on the table. "There’s an abandoned hospital nearby. We need medicine. Bring back what you can, and we’ll talk about a more permanent arrangement."

The group exchanged uneasy looks.

"Of course it’s a hospital," Mallory muttered. "Why couldn’t it be a bakery or a library?"

Greg clapped her on the shoulder. "Come on, Mallory. Think of it as an adventure."

"If we die, I’m haunting you," she replied, earning a laugh from Alex.

---

As they prepared to leave for the hospital, Blinky zipped around excitedly, its small frame practically vibrating with energy.

"Blinky, you’re staying here," Mallory said firmly.

The robot chirped in protest.

"No arguments. You’re too valuable to risk," she insisted.

Greg leaned down to Blinky’s level. "Don’t worry, little guy. We’ll bring back some medical supplies for you too."

The robot chirped again, this time sounding almost smug.

Mallory sighed. "I think it just called you a suck-up."

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