I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 73: Disturbing Moment

Aubrey and Glaiza got close to Chandrika as if an anchor.

"Chandrika...I think he will do something to us," Glaiza whispered with a shaky voice.

"What are we going to do?" Aubrey asked.

Meanwhile, Miguel simply smiled creepily as he stepped forward.

Chandrika didn’t step back.

She stayed where she was, placing herself slightly in front of Aubrey and Glaiza without making it obvious.

"Stay behind me," she said quietly.

"See?" he said, taking another step forward. "Now you’re starting to understand the situation."

No one answered.

Outside, a distant burst of gunfire echoed across the base.

Then another.

Then silence.

Miguel tilted his head slightly, listening for a second before looking back at them.

"Listen to that," he said. "That’s your ’rescue.’ That’s your ’security.’"

He chuckled under his breath.

"They’re losing control out there. And in here..."

He spread his arms slightly.

"It’s just us."

Aubrey shook her head.

"Stay away from us," she said, her voice breaking but still firm.

Miguel didn’t stop.

"You think you still have a choice?" he asked. "After what just happened out there?"

His eyes flicked briefly toward the door.

Then back to them.

"I saved your lives," he continued. "Don’t forget that."

Chandrika’s jaw tightened.

"You didn’t save us," she said. "You killed her."

Miguel’s smile didn’t fade.

"I made a decision," he replied. "A smart one."

Another step.

Closer now.

"You’re alive because I don’t hesitate," he added. "Because I do what needs to be done."

Glaiza shook her head.

"...You’re sick."

Miguel laughed softly.

"No," he said. "I’m realistic. And I deserve to be rewarded for it."

The way he said it made Aubrey’s stomach turn.

"What do you want?" Chandrika asked.

Miguel’s eyes moved between them slowly.

Taking his time and letting it drag.

"You’re smart," he said. "You already know."

Glaiza’s grip tightened on Chandrika’s arm.

Miguel stepped closer.

Close enough now that they could see the shift in his expression.

No longer just arrogant.

Something worse.

"You three," he said, almost casually. "One of you comes here. Keeps me... entertained."

Aubrey’s face twisted in disgust.

"You’re disgusting."

Miguel ignored her.

His eyes settled on Glaiza for a second.

Then Aubrey.

Then Chandrika.

"Don’t act like you don’t get it," he continued. "We’re all adults here."

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk forming.

"Or what?" Chandrika asked.

Miguel gestured toward the door behind him.

"Or, I’ll make a loud noise to the point that zombies would banging at the door. You know how strong those zombies are, they could have forced their way in if not for the distraction earlier. You don’t want to get eaten by zombies right? In that case, I’ll be the one eating you."

The girls were now terrified as they were trapped with a psychopath.

"Come on," he said. "Which one of you is good with your mouth? Or do I have to choose?"

"Stay away from us..." Chandrika said again, slowly stepping back this time along with the girls.

"Fine, you want to do this the hard way huh?" Miguel said and settled his gaze on Aubrey. He licked his lips and charged towards her.

Aubrey barely had time to react.

Miguel closed the distance in a few steps and grabbed her wrist, yanking her forward.

"Let go of me!" she shouted, struggling as she tried to pull back.

Chandrika moved instantly.

She lunged at him, grabbing his arm and trying to pry him off.

"Get off her!" she snapped.

Glaiza followed, pushing into his shoulder, trying to break his grip.

For a moment, they slowed him.

But only for a moment.

Miguel twisted his body hard, using his weight to throw Chandrika off balance. She stumbled to the side as his free arm came up,

And struck her.

The hit landed across her face.

"Chandrika!" Glaiza cried.

She pushed harder, trying to get between him and Aubrey.

Miguel shoved her.

Glaiza was thrown back, her body hitting the wall as she gasped from the impact.

Aubrey tried to pull free again. She kicked, scratched, and did anything she could think of to get off but it was no use.

"Let go!" she screamed.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside, zombies again.

Miguel smiled. "Don’t make a noise, or they’ll come."

He laughed maniacally as he began tearing off her clothes, revealing her smooth skin underneath.

"Wooh...you have quite a body here," he said and then licked her skin from stomach to the midbreast.

’No, stop—please!’ Aubrey choked out when he eased his grip on her throat, but her pleas only fueled him.

He yanked her bra down, her full tits spilling out.

His rough palm mauled one breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her lips.

"Shut up, you really want the zombies to get in here?" he growled, shoving his fingers into her mouth to muffle her. She gagged on the intrusion, tasting sweat and dirt, while his other hand fumbled with her black-fitted shorts.

He yanked it down and his fingers diving inside to claw at her panties.

Aubrey twisted, trying to clamp her thighs shut, but he forced his knee between her legs, prying them apart.

With a savage tug, he shredded her panties, the fabric giving way to expose her.

She wasn’t wet—far from it—she was terrified. However, Miguel didn’t care. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them roughly over her slit, smearing saliva that did nothing to ease the friction.

"You feel that, huh?" he muttered, eyes gleaming as he freed his cock from his jeans. It sprang out, it was thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum, far too big for what he intended.

Aubrey’s eyes widened in horror, her struggles intensifying, but he pinned her hips with his weight, the concrete scraping her back raw. Glaiza was scrambling to her feet, but Miguel shot her a warning glare.

"You move, and I’ll do her next—then you," Glaiza halted, sobbing, as Chandrika covered her mouth to stifle her whimpers.

"Please...stop this..." Chandrika begged.

Just as Miguel was about to force his way in, suddenly the door behind opened.

He looked over his shoulder, expecting it to be zombies, but it wasn’t. It was soldiers.

"What do you think you are doing?" Adrian asked, looking at him with deadly intent.