John smirked, his eyes narrowing.
"I guess I was stronger than he was. Now, let’s get out of here. We don’t want to stay any longer than we have to."
Fiery and the others nodded, their eyes shining with admiration and respect.
They quickly followed John, their hearts pounding and their bodies trembling.
However, before they could take another step a large group of men showed up in the scene.
"T-they killed the leader, get them!"
They had guns and bats. The women flinched, their eyes widening with fear. John raised his hand and pointed at them, his eyes blazing with power.
"Stay back or die," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
The men froze in place, their faces pale and their eyes wide with terror.
"You will not touch these women. They are under my protection, and I will not hesitate to kill you."
The men swallowed, their throats tightening and their bodies trembling. They didn’t know what John was capable of, but he was strong enough to kill the strongest man they knew. They hesitated for a second, but they found courage in numbers as more and more reinforcements arrived.
John clicked his tongue and turned towards the women, "let’s get out of here."
"Y-yeah," Fiery muttered.
They quickly ran off, following John closely. They exited the hospital and rushed into the woods, the air cool and the leaves rustling in the breeze. They kept running, their bodies aching and their hearts racing.
After a while, they stopped to catch their breath, their chests heaving and their legs shaking.
"W-what are we going to do now?" one of the women asked.
"We’ll head back to my base. You’ll be safe there."
The women stared at him, their eyes shining with gratitude and awe.
"Thank you," the woman with dark blue hair whispered.
John’s mind was elsewhere. He was thinking about the skills and stats he had gained in this battle.
He had managed to kill the hospital’s leader, a man who was supposed to be much stronger than him. However, he played his cards right and struck when he least expected it, but his men would soon follow them.
There was no time to rest. He had to get back to the base and reinforce it, and then he would need to think about what to do next.
They returned to the base and they stepped into the main courtyard.
"Let’s rest, for now, you’re exhausted," John said to the women.
Fiery looked at him with a strange expression on her face, as if she were trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"Okay," she said, her voice soft and quiet.
He knew he’d have to explain the existence of these women to everyone, but he was not looking forward to it. Just then, he realised he didn’t even know their names. He’d have to ask them later.
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He turned to leave, but the woman with fiery orange hair stopped him.
"Wait," she said, her voice low and firm.
He stopped and turned to face her.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and cold.
"Why did you help us? Why did you save us?"
"You were being held captive. It’s the right thing to do," he lied.
"You could have just saved yourself and left us to our fate. We’re strangers, and we’re not part of your community. You had no reason to help us."
"I helped because I could," he said, lying yet again.
The woman’s eyes narrowed and she glared at him, her jaw clenched and her fists balled.
"Bullshit. No one does anything unless they gain something. You’re no different from the rest."
"I’m not interested in what you think of me. I’m not going to debate ethics with a stranger."
"Fine, then let’s not. But let’s be clear, you may have saved us today, but we don’t owe you anything. Do you understand?"
"Crystal."
He motioned for another survivor to accommodate the three women. With that, John left the courtyard, his mind filled with thoughts of what he needed to do next.
Fiery’s brows furrowed as she watched John leave. She didn’t trust him, and she didn’t know what his intentions were. She had never met anyone like him, and she didn’t know how to handle him.
A small, wry smile appeared on her face.
"He’s an asshole," she muttered.
The other two women laughed, their voices ringing through the courtyard.
"Yeah, but he’s hot," one of them said.
Fiery’s brows shot up and she glanced at the other woman, her face twisting with disbelief and irritation.
"What? No! I mean, he’s not ugly, but... Ugh, never mind."
The women laughed, their voices echoing through the courtyard.
Fiery shook her head and sighed, her body slumping. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she knew that she couldn’t stay here.
The woman with blue hair walked towards her, her body tense and her eyes narrowed.
"Listen, June, I’m going to tell you something and you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone, okay?"
Fiery nodded, her eyes focused and her brows furrowed.
"That guy, the one who saved us? I knew him before the apocalypse."
"What? How? Don’t lie to me, Amber."
"His name is John and he was in the same high school as me."
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"Well, uhm... I... I used to have a crush on him."
June’s eyes widened and she stared at the woman, her face twisting with disbelief and disgust.
"What? Ew, gross! What’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing! I just thought he was cute, that’s all!"
June glared at Amber, her eyes blazing with fury.
"He’s not cute, he’s an asshole!"
Amber frowned and took a step back, her body tensing.
"Look, he was just trying to help us, that’s all. Why do you hate him so much?"
June glared at Amber, her body tense and her eyes blazing with fury.
"He’s an asshole, Amber, and you should stay away from him."
Amber shrugged and sighed, her body relaxing.
"Okay, fine. If you say so."
June snorted and walked away, her feet stomping against the ground. Amber watched June walk away, her face twisted with confusion and concern. She appreciated her concern, but she knew she wasn’t going to listen to her.