Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 21 The Devil Wears a School Uniform

"Mom, why are you crying again? Daisy’s been good. I won’t eat candy anymore, I promise. Don’t cry, Mom... I’ll make a lot of money when I grow up and take care of you..."

The little girl in the woman’s arms struggled to lift her tiny hand, gently brushing away the big teardrops from her mother’s flawless face.

"Haha... smart girl knows how to survive!" Yellowhair laughed loudly. "But you’re not just smart, lady. You’ve got guts. A real tough one!" His laughter was wild and mocking.

Then, his expression shifted. He squinted at the insulin pack in his hand. Just as the woman reached toward it, he let it slip from his grip. The pack hit the ground.

The woman lunged to pick it up, desperate.

Yellowhair, an Awakened, sneered and stomped his boot down, crushing the insulin pack into a worthless pile of shards before she could grab it.

The woman screamed, jerking her hand back. Yellowhair used the moment to snatch Daisy from her arms. The woman shrieked, clawing to get her daughter back, but the other thugs moved fast and pinned her down.

Yellowhair chuckled as he held Daisy up by the collar of her dress, dangling her like prey before the woman’s horrified eyes. "Forgot to tell you... I’ve got a bit of a thing," he sneered.

He slowly lowered Daisy to the ground, then casually planted his boot on the little girl’s head. His grin deepened as he met the woman’s gaze.

"My thing is - I don’t like it when they’re willing. I like it rough, get it?"

Before she could beg, he lifted his leg and stomped down hard.

The woman’s scream tore through the air - a sound of pure agony.

But just then, a thunderous pounding came from the shuttered front of the pharmacy. Yellowhair and his men froze.

One of the punks clamped a hand over the woman’s mouth. "Boss, should we finish her?"

Yellowhair took a deep breath, eyes lingering on the woman’s stunning face. "Tie her up. Put her in the bathroom."

They moved quickly - one grabbed Daisy’s body, the others shoved the woman away.

Yellowhair fixed his jacket, put on a grin, and strolled to the front door.

*****

Outside, the banging didn’t stop.

Sophia’s mission that day was simple: lead twenty female soldiers to scavenge meds - antibiotics, vitamins, whatever kept people alive.

On the way, they found a cargo truck. After clearing out a dozen pharmacies, Sophia split the squad in two - she’d lead one team, Lynn Jefferson the other.

The ones at the shutter now? Lynn’s ten-woman unit.

As the door creaked up, Yellowhair’s grin vanished. Two rifles greeted him point-blank. His face went paper-white. The thugs behind him panicked.

"Whoa, whoa, easy! We’re, uh, good people!" Yellowhair stammered.

"Good people?" Lynn snorted. "Sure, you and every scumbag we’ve crossed today."

She motioned with her hand. The women behind her filed in, silent and deadly.

The sight of those rifles was enough to shut every thug’s mouth. Lynn hadn’t come here to kill anyone. She didn’t even know what had just happened in this place. All she wanted was to collect the meds fast and get the hell out.

But the street punks were scared out of their minds. Daisy’s corpse lay behind the counter, and a woman was still hiding in the restroom. If the soldiers found them, it’d all be over.

Yellowhair clenched his teeth, shot a quick glance at his crew. Got it. A punk with green hair suddenly clutched his stomach with a pained look. His eyes bulged as he pointed toward a female squad member behind Lynn, mouth gaping as if trying to scream - but no sound came. Then, he dropped flat on the ground.

Lynn’s brow creased in surprise. Gunfire?

She turned on instinct - just a glance behind - and in that split second, her grip loosened. Danger flared in her chest. She snapped a leg back around in a sweep kick, smashing Yellowhair’s face hard.

But he didn’t drop the rifle.

*****

By now it was noon.

Magnus’s team was a special one - they weren’t stopping to eat. The snacks along the way had filled them up. Spirits were high.

The convoy pulled up outside the Carrefour. This marked their third major supermarket raid. It was also Magnus’s final target for the day.

They stuck to the usual plan - Magnus got out first, laid down a trail of gasoline and lit the fire. The rest of the team dashed past the flames and into the main entrance. Aside from the driver, all 60 female fighters regrouped quickly at the door inside.

"Megan. Amber. Step up."

Once the entry was cleared, Magnus, slightly winded, called over the two special ops women.

"We go with the same plan as last time," he said. "But you two are in charge now. I’ve got something I need to handle. Give me two hours. I’ll meet you back here. If everything’s done before that, wait in the trucks. If I’m not back in three, lead the girls back to base. Got that?"

"Yes, sir!"

Both shouted the reply with sharp salutes. Their respect for Magnus had only grown.

"Where are you going, Magnus?" Sarah tugged on his arm, eyes filled with concern. They weren’t technically together yet, but just like before, she was already falling for him. She was the kind of woman who believed in fairy tales and happy endings - always dreaming, yearning for someone she could lean on.

"I’m going to save someone," he said softly, wrapping her into his arms. His voice carried a rare tenderness as he sighed.

Magnus left the Carrefour alone. In both hands, he swung burning shovels like twin blades, cutting a path through monsters until he reached an SUV with its door ajar. He yanked a mummified corpse from the driver’s seat, lashed the fire-shovels to the roof rack, then slammed the door shut and started the engine.

Just as he was turning the wheel - bam - a massive centipede curled around from the backseat, its body coiling around his neck.

"Damn it!"

Cursing under his breath, Magnus ran a hand down the creature’s body, felt his way to its mandibles, then drove a knife hard into its head with the other hand.

The windows hadn’t been reinforced. More centipedes outside were rising up, ready to smash through. No time left.

With the dead centipede still wrapped around his throat, Magnus slammed his foot down on the gas. The SUV tore forward, ramming into parked wrecks, grinding over several more creatures, and burst onto the sidewalk.

Grace’s dance studio was just two blocks away. He had to make it in time.