Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 79: Not Feels Safe

The members of ALAB and RAVE sprinted through the dimly lit alley, their breaths ragged as they searched desperately for any sign of a patrolling guard. Their footsteps echoed against the cracked pavement, mixing with the muffled laughter of the men following behind.

"Where are the guards?" Nina gasped, scanning the area frantically.

"They were here earlier," Kai panted, her hands trembling. "Where the hell did they go?"

The safe zones of the MOA Complex were supposed to be heavily patrolled, but right now, the streets felt eerily abandoned.

Minji risked a glance back—the men were still following them, their movements slow but deliberate.

One of them, a burly man with a jagged scar on his cheek, sneered. "Why are you running, sweethearts? We're just saying hello."

Another man, wearing a torn military jacket, chuckled darkly. "You're acting like we're the bad guys."

"Because you are," Kai muttered under her breath, fear turning into a cold knot in her stomach.

They turned a corner, heading toward the checkpoint at the residential zone, but their hearts dropped—the station was empty.

No guards. No soldiers.

No one.

The realization hit them like a brick to the chest.

They were alone.

A sinking feeling settled in. The MOA Complex was supposed to be safe, but safety only existed when someone was watching.

And tonight, no one was.

"Shit," Yana whispered. "We have to double back—"

But as soon as they turned, their stalkers had already blocked the path.

Five of them, standing there, their leering faces illuminated by the faint glow of a broken streetlamp.

The scarred man cracked his knuckles. "Now, now. Why the rush? You should be grateful we're giving you attention."

The idols instinctively backed away, pressing themselves against a cold metal door. Their hands searched desperately for a way out, but there was none.

They were trapped.

Minji's breathing became erratic. Her fists clenched. They weren't going down like this.

"We don't want trouble," she said, keeping her voice steady. "Just let us go."

The man in the military jacket tilted his head. "Oh, but you see… trouble found you."

A wave of dread washed over them.

The men stepped forward.

And no one was coming to stop them.

Kai's hands tightened into fists. "Stay back," she warned.

Scarface chuckled. "Or what? Gonna sing at us?"

Nina felt sick. She had read stories about situations like this, but never in her life did she think she would face it.

Her entire body screamed at her to run, but there was nowhere to go.

Another man, younger than the others, licked his lips. "Haven't seen girls like you in a while. Bet you're still soft, yeah?"

Rage and fear twisted inside Minji.

They had survived zombies, starvation, and losing everything they ever knew. They weren't going to let these scumbags take one more thing.

She took a deep breath, then moved.

She lunged.

Her fist connected with the younger man's nose with a sickening crunch.

"AH—!" He staggered back, blood gushing down his face.

For a moment, the other men were stunned.

Then—everything exploded.

Scarface grabbed Minji's wrist and twisted it painfully, slamming her against the metal door.

Kai tried to claw at him, but another man yanked her back, grabbing her by the hair.

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Yana screamed, trying to pull them away, but one of the attackers shoved her hard against the wall.

Their hands—rough, forceful—grabbed at them, pushing, restraining.

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"NO!" Nina kicked wildly, her foot connecting with someone's shin, but it wasn't enough.

Minji struggled against Scarface, gasping for air as his hand clamped around her throat.

"You little bitch," he snarled. "You wanna fight?"

Nina thrashed, her nails raking against a man's face, drawing blood.

For a moment, they thought they had gained an opening—

But more hands grabbed them.

Panic set in.

They were losing.

And no one was coming.

"HELP!" Minji screamed, her voice tearing through the empty street.

Her cry echoed, bouncing off the silent buildings of the MOA Complex, but no response came. No running footsteps, no shouts from patrolling soldiers—just the low, amused chuckles of the men surrounding them.

"Go on, scream all you want," Scarface sneered, tightening his grip on her wrist. "Ain't nobody gonna hear you."

Kai thrashed in the grasp of the man who held her by the hair. "LET ME GO!" She twisted, nails digging into his arm, but he only grunted, his grip like iron.

Yana kicked wildly, her boot connecting with a shin, making one of them curse. But another man slammed her back against the wall, knocking the breath from her lungs.

The youngest of the group, Nina, tried to run, her legs trembling, but one of the men caught her from behind, his arms locking around her waist. She screamed, but his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries.

Minji struggled harder. "Somebody HELP US!"

No answer.

It was like the entire complex had vanished around them.

Their supposed safe haven had turned into a trap.

The realization sent a jolt of pure terror through them.

"We don't wanna hurt you," one of the men said mockingly, his fingers curling around Kai's chin, forcing her to look at him. "Just relax. We'll take real good care of you."

Kai spat in his face.

He cursed, raising his hand as if to slap her—

CRACK!

Minji bit down—HARD—on Scarface's wrist, tasting blood.

"AGH!" He yanked his arm back, cursing.

She kicked at his leg, shoving him off her, and in that split second of freedom, she grabbed a loose brick from the ground.

"LET. US. GO!" She swung it with all her strength.

The brick smashed into Scarface's face, sending him stumbling back.

Kai elbowed her attacker in the gut, making him loosen his grip.

Yana jabbed her fingers into her captor's eye, making him howl.

For a moment, they were free.

But it didn't last.

The men—angry now, their amusement gone—lunged again.

Minji turned to run, but Scarface tackled her to the ground, pinning her down.

"You're DEAD, bitch," he snarled, blood running down his nose.

Kai screamed as rough hands yanked her back.

Yana and Nina kicked and flailed, but they were outnumbered, outmatched.

Their last hope had been that someone would come.

That someone would hear them.

But as they screamed again, their voices breaking—

No one did.