God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 247 The Last Stand (3)

Aurielle stopped mid-step, her pistols spinning idly in her hands as she sized him up.

Her sharp grin widened, unapologetic as always. "Water for food? Not exactly a fair trade in an apocalypse, buddy."

The man's grip tightened on his bat, his eyes narrowing as if gauging whether he could take them on. His body language shifted, caught between desperation and caution.

Linsley stepped forward, his crowbar resting lightly against his shoulder.

His tone was calm but edged with warning. "You're better off keeping your food and finding water yourself. Picking a fight with us isn't going to end well."

For a moment, the man seemed to consider his options. Then, muttering a curse under his breath, he backed away into the shadows of the alley, his retreat as tense as his approach.

Aurielle chuckled as they resumed their trek. "You know, for someone who claims to be all about teamwork, you're pretty good at scaring people off."

"And you're great at making them think twice," Linsley replied, his smirk widening. "Perfect balance, remember?"

They rounded a corner, and the silhouette of a hardware store came into view.@@@@

The shattered glass windows revealed rows of tools and supplies, but movement inside caught Aurielle's attention.

Shadows shifted in the dim interior—zombies, at least a dozen of them, shuffling aimlessly through the aisles.

Aurielle crouched behind a rusted dumpster, peeking through the jagged glass. "Think we can take them quietly?" she whispered, though her tone carried more amusement than seriousness.

Linsley gripped his crowbar, tapping it lightly against his palm. "When have we ever done anything quietly?"

Aurielle grinned, rising to her feet. "Good point."

With a sharp kick, she sent the door crashing open, the sound reverberating through the empty street. "Alright, you rotting freaks! Come and get it!"

The zombies turned at once, their guttural groans growing louder as they shuffled toward the source of the noise.

Aurielle's pistols barked in rapid succession, her shots precise as she felled three zombies in the first volley.

Linsley moved beside her, his crowbar swinging in devastating arcs, each strike landing with a sickening crunch that echoed through the store.

When the last one fell, the civilians stared at them in stunned silence, gratitude and awe etched on their faces.

"Thank you," the girl stammered, clutching her frying pan tightly. "We thought we were done for."

Aurielle reloaded her pistols, her expression neutral. "Don't thank us. Just stay out of our way."

An older man stepped forward, his grip tight on a tire iron. "You two seem like you've got it together. Mind if we tag along?"

Aurielle raised an eyebrow, her tone dismissive. "Not happening."

Before the man could argue, Linsley spoke. "It's not personal. But we work better alone. Stay safe."

As the duo walked away, Aurielle glanced at Linsley. "Think they'll make it?"

"They might," he said evenly. "But this isn't about them. It's about us. Let's focus on fortifying our base."

...

The stars above the decayed skyline shimmered faintly in the artificial night, casting a cold glow over the ruins of the simulated city.

Below, the distant groans of zombies and the rustle of wind through broken windows formed an eerie backdrop to the quiet safety of their rooftop perch.

Aurielle leaned back against the wall, her violet eyes reflecting the faint starlight.

"You know, for a zombie apocalypse, this isn't half bad," she remarked, her voice carrying a rare note of contentment.

Linsley handed her a bottle of water, his smirk softening into something warmer. "You mean spending the end of the world with me?"

"Exactly," she replied with a grin. "No third wheels, no distractions. Just the two of us, kicking ass and taking names."

They clinked their bottles together in a mock toast, their laughter breaking through the quiet of the night.

For a moment, the apocalypse felt almost serene—a surreal blend of chaos and companionship that made the simulation uniquely their own.

Aurielle stretched, placing her pistols beside her.

"Alright, Emperor," she said with mock seriousness, "tomorrow, we expand our empire. This base? It's just the beginning."