Chapitre 30: Two Faced "Honey Trap"
Her big eyes shimmered with tears of relief and her hands were clasped above her chest. The girl was pitiful looking as she continued on sobbing outside while clutching the hem of her shirt.
Everyone inside looked at her coldly, not a shred of sympathy was given to the stranger. She was too weird. Too suspicious. And most of all, an unknown variable. The girl nervously tugged the hem of her shirt, waiting for a response as she looked at the group with pitiful, red-rimmed eyes.
The staredown continued until the teenager finally managed to wipe every teardrop from her eyes as she turned from relief to confusion.
'Why weren't any of them opening the door yet?' She bit her lower lip in slight irritation. Did she come all this way for nothing…? No. She had to get something out of this trip. She traveled too long. Seriously! An hour! This better be worth it.
While the stranger was mentally complaining in her mind, the group kept staring her down. Not even conversing with each other as they previously had done. None of them seemed particularly disgusted or suspicious of her, simply with blank, empty eyes. She was starting to get a little freaked out, but her legs were getting sore from standing for a few minutes.
Unwilling to wait a second more in the hot sun, the teenager prompted once more, "Um, can you please let me in?" She softened her voice as much as possible and gave a flattering smile, in particular to the most authoritative man in the house. Not only that, but he was also handsome and cold-looking, just right up her alley. She didn't mind hooking up with such a man! When the skinny, pale man noticed her undisguised favor towards the man next to him, he gave a look of disgust at her.
An immediate feeling of anger rose up from the girl. Just because she was outside did not mean she would not be inside a minute later. Perhaps everyone was waiting to see what she could offer materially. Yes! That must be it.
Beauty does not really account for much in this apocalyptic world. She must show that she is not a drag to the team.
The bleached-hair girl pulled open her backpack and revealed a couple of packets of biscuits and two water bottles.
"I-I have food and water. I can give you all of it! So… please let me stay for at least a few days?" So, I could try hooking up with the leader of the group and stay permanently! She kept that last sentence in her heart as she gave the best puppy eyes she could.
The group of four gathered into a circle and seemed to discuss her conditions, making her slightly dissatisfied.
What was there to discuss? Just let her in already! It must have been that bean pole of a human being stopping me. What does he have against women? She immediately excluded the other two women in the house, deeming them not worthy as her rivals. However, she did feel a sense of crisis when that pale man leaned in too close to her man!
Yes, she was not with him, but with her looks, it would not be long for her to be able to at least grab the interest of that man.
Aiden sneezed and rubbed his nose. Oliver fumbled in his pockets and handed a napkin over to the other, who quickly took it to blow his nose.
"What should we do with her? Wait, how does she even know we're here?" Shilah whispered in a panicked tone.
Hillary, in a rare moment of seriousness, narrowed her eyes and looked back at that girl, "Let me ask…"
Before anyone could stop her, Hillary was standing at the window. They were not much different in height for Hillary was around an inch shorter than the other, but it did not diminish her momentum. If it did, then those years spent surviving in the apocalypse in her previous life was all for naught.
"Hey, what's your name?"
The teenager was surprised at the brunette's approach and sudden question. She had thought that the other was going to finally open the door for her. Unfortunately, it seems that this subordinate was not trained well. Impudent wench! She will help the leader discipline everyone and let them know their place! She had already begun to daydream of her glorious days once she fully charms that man.
Those delusions clouded her mind as she glanced unhappily at the woman blocking her way.
With a sneer, she granted this mere follower her name, "Tara, my name is Tara."
She tiptoed to see over the rude subordinate's soldier to see her man sitting on the couch, also looking at her! He must already be impressed by my looks and capabilities! Even if she did not collect the supplies on her own, it was good enough to count it as her own ability since she was the one that stole it from others, right?
Tara gave a brilliant smile over Hillary's shoulder and continued to introduce herself, "I can collect food for you all, I'm good at driving and I'm eighteen!" She put extra emphasis on the eighteen part, practically yelling it out to the window, even making the usually chatterbox Hillary flinch at her loud voice.
Everyone had noticed her not-so subtle hints towards Aiden. Shilah and Hillary snuck a look at the couple that were still peacefully sitting on the couch together.
Under everyone's eyes, Oliver got up from Aiden's side, walked up to the window and smiled amiably to Tara. He reached out a hand and tugged the strings of the blinds, letting the blinders cover the window and blocking Tara from their views, which received a loud "Hey!" from the outside.
"Well, that solved that!" Oliver gave a cheerful smile as he brushed the nonexistent dust from his hands.
Truthfully, he was getting irritated at that teenage girl, she reminds him too much of those annoying weeds from the previous life. No. She was exactly like them. Her head up her own ass and her ego up in the sky. He always wanted to punish them for their annoying deeds, but there were too many people that had thought Aiden approved of this "harem" of his and even actively took care of those weeds.
Plus, at that time, he was not keen on the idea of physically bullying those irritating people until the third year of the apocalypse. But, that gave them plenty of time to gather power and spread untrue rumors of them and Aiden. And that was, admittedly, his partial fault (and Aiden, he wasn't dumb enough to take the entire blame). Even if Aiden was not his lover at that time, he was still a friend first. He should have tried to dispel the rumors, instead of ignoring it, thinking they had better things to do as they were the ones that had to manage the large base.
That thought process was not wrong, certainly. It was the apocalypse and the two could not manage every single person that wanted to climb into the bed of the base leader, but it got out of hand. Every member in the "harem" were near delusional and desperate, which both of them knew, but did nothing about it, thinking that they would snap out of it on their own as long as the two of them ignored those weeds.
He can't change the past, and he won't remain bitter about how he could have given the "harem" a few kicks to the guts before kicking the bucket himself. So, he could only snap the teenager into reality.
Oliver sat back down next to Aiden, who wrapped a casual arm around his shoulders. Hillary shrugged her shoulders and snuggled up to Shilah.
Oh, but only, if she accepted that snap of reality.
The girl who was denied access to the window was furious. Already angry at that skinny man for coveting "her" man, she was now fuming at him for trying to physically rival against her.
Tara banged on the door with gnashed teeth and a red face. Yet, her voice still dripped with honey and sadness, "Did I do anything wrong? Please, the zombies will get me! Help me!"
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
LimaBean
LimaBean I-I think i DIED.
Ever since art school started, the work load was a lot more than I expected.
I've been drawing till 11 pm and then falling asleep right then and there.
I think Im so used to just being lazy, I just wasn't comfortable with the sudden work. Sorry for the delay!
And thank you for reading.
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