The Villains Must Win-Chapter 336: Apocalyptic Romance 46

BOOOOOOOM!!!

The explosion thundered through the underground chamber, shaking the walls and sending dust raining down. Screams and hurried footsteps echoed as guards swarmed toward the blast.

"Go! Move!" Sasha hissed.

They blended into the chaos, slipping through the side hallways and up the stairs. Sirens blared above them. People yelled. Smoke filled the air.

Somehow, they reached the ground floor.

"I’ll open the gates," Cloud said, already sprinting forward.

"Be careful," Sasha muttered.

Cloud stopped—just long enough to grab her waist and crash his lips against hers.

Sasha froze. Dylan’s jaw dropped. Jones gasped dramatically. Even Reyes blinked.

Cloud pulled back with a wicked grin, eyes locked on Alvaro. "For good luck."

And he was gone in the next breath, vanishing into the smoke like a phantom.

Alvaro slowly turned to Sasha, his shadow stretching over her as his smile sharpened into something dark and promising.

"I’ll make sure to claim what’s mine later," he whispered near her ear, voice dripping with threat and desire.

Sasha choked on air. Reyes stared at them in horror. Dylan muttered, "I don’t like that. I do not like the sound of that."

"Enough!" Sasha clapped her hands sharply, cheeks burning. "Let’s get out of here first!"

She summoned an armored van out of thin air—sleek, reinforced, and absolutely ridiculously armed to the teeth.

Jones’s mouth dropped open. "Holy—Sasha. Sasha. This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. Do you have more of these in there?!"

Sasha shrugged. "Pretty much."

Reyes looked like she wanted to cry at the absurdity of everything.

"Everyone’s distracted by the explosions. Cloud should almost have the gates open by now."

"Hold it right there!"

Ben’s voice boomed through the open chamber as he and his men emerged.

"Go!" Alvaro barked, lifting his armalite and spraying bullets to cover them.

Jones sprinted into the driver’s seat. Reyes jumped into the passenger side. Sasha slid into the back, Alvaro right after her.

Gunfire cracked through the air. Guards shouted. Undead growls echoed in the distance.

"Start the damn thing!" Reyes yelled, firing clean shots through a small opening on the side of the van.

Alvaro climbed up through the hatch and mounted the turret, unleashing hell on the soldiers approaching them.

Jones slammed his foot on the pedal. The van roared forward.

"That guy is incredible," he said as he saw the massive metal gates slowly rising.

"Where’s Cloud?" Sasha asked, worry creeping into her tone.

A heavy thud hit the roof.

"GO!"

Cloud’s voice. Alive. Breathing. Full of adrenaline.

Jones shot forward without hesitation.

The moment they broke through the compound gates, the world changed.

A tidal wave of undead flooded the street.

Cloud dropped into the van through the ceiling hatch, grabbed the flamethrower Sasha had given him, and unleashed a blazing inferno out the back.

Sasha powered up the chainsaw mounted in front, slicing through the undead blocking their path.

The van rammed through bodies, flames erupted behind them, bullets rained from above as Alvaro covered their rear.

It was chaos—complete, beautiful, deadly chaos.

Ben and his people slammed the gates shut behind them, unwilling to follow into the horde. The undead numbers were overwhelming—impossible to fight without losing dozens of men.

So the bastion let Sasha’s team escape.

The van sped into the burning distance, leaving ruined gates, angry survivors, and a sea of undead behind them.

And inside the van?

Cloud smirked at Alvaro.

Alvaro smirked right back.

Sasha breathed, shoulders relaxing.

Dylan whispered, "Dear God... what did I get myself into?"

Jones cackled, "BEST. DAY. EVER!"

And the undead howled behind them.

"What now?" Reyes muttered after a while.

Sasha shrugged without a trace of worry. "Now we travel north." Still had to make sure that I have the villains here safe with me. She was still not sure if Alvaro, Cloud, or Dylan was the villain, but since there was no notification of dying, then she must be doing her job.

Jones let out a shaky breath. "Great. Fantastic. Suddenly I’m feeling nervous. We’re out of the camp—out of the so-called safety—so what exactly are we going to do now?"

"You call that safety?" Alvaro scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. That place was a coffin with walls."

Dylan rubbed the back of his neck, more realistic than dramatic. "It might not have been much... but it did have walls. Actual walls. Right now, we’re exposed. We don’t know what’s ahead."

Cloud leaned against his chair, arms crossed with unshakable confidence. "It’s better out here. We have everything we need."

"Yeah," Alvaro chimed in with a wicked grin, jerking his thumb toward Sasha. "We’ve got Sasha. As long as she’s with us, we don’t need walls or a camp."

Sasha rolled her eyes, but Dylan and the others exchanged a knowing look—equal parts worry, and disbelief.

None of them said anything more, but the truth hung in the air between them:

There was no more safety of the walls for them.

What happened next shocked Reyes, Jones, and Dylan more than any horde of undead ever could.

At first, they all thought their lives were doomed the moment they stepped out of Ben’s bastion—like they had just signed up for the hardest road imaginable.

But reality?

Reality smacked them in the face by being the complete opposite.

Because traveling with Sasha... was like joining a goddess with a cheat code.

Food? Unlimited.

Medicine? Unlimited.

Clean clothes? Unlimited.

Ammunition, armalites, grenades, RPGs, flamethrowers? Unlimited.

Fuel and spare tires? Unlimited.

It only took one day for the boys to realize:

They were living better on the road than they had in Ben’s camp.

Back in the bastion, they ate once a day if they were lucky—half-rations, stale bread, tasteless soup, and water that smelled like metal.

But with Sasha?

They ate three meals a day.

With snacks.

And actual coffee.

And canned peaches.

And chocolate.

Reyes cried the first time Sasha casually opened a perfectly preserved tin of butter cookies.

Jones declared her an angel descended from the heavens.

Dylan silently held the cookie box like it was holy.

Of course, it wasn’t all sunshine.

Traveling north was dangerous.

The undead wandered in packs.

Monsters roamed the forests.

Mutated animals hunted in the shadows.

But Sasha planned perfectly.