Conquer and Eliminate
Third Person POV
"Wont talk? Is that how you want it to be?" Eunice smirked, pulling a knife from her belt.
"You're just a skinny kid with milk on your lips," Wade spat to the side, struggling against his restraints.
"If I peel your skin, will you still be fine?" Eunice asked slowly, holding the knife to his neck.
"Bitch, try harder. Your threat doesn't scare the shit out of me," Wade grunted as he attempted to headbutt Eunice, but missed.
"This is just me trying to scare you, huh?" Eunice mocked, slowly shaving a strip of skin from his left cheek, causing him to grit his teeth as sweat trickled down his face.
"Not painful," Wade shot back, glaring at her with a fierce intensity, as if he could kill her a thousand times with his gaze.
"Indeed. I can make a conclusion: Camilla has been poisonous ever since she became my father's mistress. Imagine, from a mere prostitute to a maid who worked for my mother, she was capable enough to become my father's wife. Did she promise you something along the lines of... 'I will take us out of poverty once I get in his bed'? You even let your wife—WIFE—become the mistress and now the wife of your boss. I pity you." Eunice taunted, making air quotes around her head before stabbing Wade in the shoulder.
"How... No, I am just a worker for the Fox family... and I'm not married," Wade misspoke, almost revealing his secret.
"Hahaha... My, oh my... Camilla Fox... Hmmm... or maybe Janette Campbell, sound familiar? Nose job, jaw reduction, cheek fillers, fox eye surgery, butt lift, boob reduction, vaginoplasty, and freezing fat to lose weight. Right? Wendell Campbell?" Eunice listed off the procedures Camilla had undergone, exposing how she had changed her name, her parents' names, and her virginity.
"What the fuck do you mean? I don't know those people," Wade tried to deny it, but Eunice noticed the flicker of emotion in his eyes.
"I mean Emanuel Campbell, 2, Vina Campbell, 4, in St. Jerome's Orphanage. I wonder what will happen if they're all gone?" Eunice smirked, scraping a big chunk of flesh from Wade's arm.
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Eunice POV
In my past life, Wade and Camilla had been secretly meeting and embezzling money from my mother's charity. Before I was killed by the zombies, Camilla revealed how my mother's money had helped her and Wade's children survive and have a better life. She used her fertility to seduce my father with drugged wine to sleep with him—being the whore that she was.
I also learned that my mother died from stress and extreme despondency, allowing herself to be consumed by it until she gave birth to the twins. My useless father exploited this opportunity to degrade the twins and marry the whore he had taken in, who then got pregnant with that devil spawn named Angelica and her brother.
I looked at Wade, who I once thought was my sturdy pillar of strength, but he was actually Camilla's husband all along. He had manipulated me into believing he was by my side. He was the reason I died back then, but I would take my revenge this time, and there would be no turning back.
"You fucking shit! Tell me how you dared to touch me without my permission!" I shouted, my voice filled with rage. "You had me wrapped in the palm of your hand, making me think you cared. How stupid of me to believe your lies!"
As I stabbed him hard with the knife, all my anger, trauma, and pain from my past surged through me. I heard his screams of agony as he fainted, only to wake again, the pain sharp and alive, while I poured salt into his wounds. This man had made me believe he was mine and that he would do his best to protect me.
He was around 32 when we met, two years after the apocalypse began, at a base that had been attacked by another faction. I fell for his sweet words and romantic gestures, and in my naïveté, I accepted him. Unfortunately, I caught him in bed with Camilla, lost in passion. That shattered my rose-tinted glasses and revealed his true nature. Who would have thought that I would be dead before I could confront him? In that realization, I felt both a sense of lightness and an overwhelming heaviness.
As I plunged the knife deeper into his chest, I could feel every ounce of my fury manifesting through each thrust. The betrayal cut deeper than any blade; I was no longer the naïve girl who had fallen for his flattery. The memories flashed before me, grotesque and vivid, and with each scream that escaped his lips, I was both avenging and condemning myself.
In the end, it was more than just revenge; it was catharsis. I had been reborn from the ashes of my previous life, but the cost was steep. I would carry this weight forever—both the satisfaction of retribution and the pain of my own demise.
"AHHHH!" The scrawny guy screamed when he woke up, seeing his boss in a bloody mess.
"Your turn," I said with a smile while wiping the blood that splattered on my face with the back of my hand.
"No, you can't! Are you a fucking lunatic? Ma'am Camilla must be crazy to send her husband after a madwoman!" He stammered, backing away and looking for any weapon, trying to reach for the abandoned gun a few feet away.
"Hahaha, stupid," I laughed, watching him as I shot the hand that almost grasped the gun.
"Fuck! You're only 23! How can you aim so well?" he exclaimed as he jumped for the gun.
"I don't know. Maybe being neglected and feeling used by the whole Fox family has something to do with it," I replied, shooting both of his palms. He hugged his hands in pain and agony.
"Ahhhh! Fuck! Why are you so cruel, you damned bitch?" he screamed, trying to stand up and run.
"Stupid. How much did she pay you?" I asked, shooting his calf.
"No, no! If I tell you something, just let me go, I beg you!" he pleaded, slumping onto the grass from the agonizing pain in his leg.
"Mhm, tell me," I said, sitting on a rock and playing with the gun.
"It was Camilla Fox, your stepmother, who asked us to kill you for taking all of your mother's stuff. She gave us $1,500,000 for the three of you and told us to violate you before killing you and burning you alive. But... but..." he gasped, panting as he gritted his teeth against the pain.
"Don't even try to lie to me," I said coldly, aiming the gun at his head.
"Yes! Yes! But Boss Wade told us to just kill you. He said you were just young kids who bumped into the wrong woman," he said, looking terrified as the gun pointed at him.
"Hahaha, as if. What about his kids? Where are they?" I asked, feeling the heat of the rising sun.
"Uh... why?" he asked, his eyes darting.
"Just tell me what I need to know, and I'm the only one asking," I said, shooting his right hand as he reached into his pocket.
"Ahhh! Bitch, just wait! They are in St. Jerome's Orphanage!" he screamed.
"Ah, your luck is commendable," I said with a smirk, tilting my head towards a group of aggressive bears that were approaching. "Hahaha, suffer in hell!" I shouted, stabbing his left knee before I ran away, climbing a tree and jumping towards the falls to wash the blood off my body.
"AHHHHHHH!" The loud scream reverberated through the entire forest as I panted, washing my face in the river and rinsing the blood and grime off my bodysuit.
My luck must have been good with those bears; I wouldn't need to worry about a body or bones being left behind. I sighed and looked up at the brightening skies as I walked towards the area near the main road, heading into my space.
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|In the space|
I saw Genie, Thomas, and Dahlia still meditating, while Fiona played by the river of spiritual water.
"Sissy!" Fiona called, smiling as she waved and ran towards me.
"Shh! The three of them are meditating. Come on, we should go inside the house," I said, pointing at the cabin. Noticing the time, I hurriedly changed clothes and exited the space, with Fiona taking out the military-grade off-road vehicle to handle the desert heat before going back in again.
"What should we do now, Sissy?" Fiona asked as I thought about the thermoregulator clothing and helped her change into it.
"Call your siblings outside and tell them to change. I need to prepare something for us," I instructed, gathering a duffel bag to fill with food, water, and snacks while organizing the legal papers for the kids.
"Yes, Sissy," Fiona responded as she ran outside. I put the papers in folders and noticed the three amazed kids entering.
"Go change! Don't dawdle; time is limited. Tom, Gen, do you have your legal papers with you?" I asked while making the RV appear in front of the cabin. Tom nodded, but Gen shook her head.
"Mine is in my rented apartment, unnie," Gen said, rubbing her pregnant belly.
"Okay then, set the location and bring this with you to change. There's a bag in the RV; make sure to fill it with snacks and non-perishable food. Let's meet in front of the cabin," I directed, handing the thermoregulator clothes and a phone to Gen as I took the twins to choose their booster seats and bags for snacks and water.
"Yes, unnie! / Noona!" the two teens said as they jumped into the RV, excitedly filling their backpacks with snacks and icy water.
"Is everyone done?" I asked when we returned, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder and two booster seats in each hand.
"Yes!" everyone chimed in as I made them spray sunscreen all over their bodies while exiting the space.
The time in space moves more slowly compared to outside, and I still don't fully understand how it works. Last time, when Wade's group was chasing us, I hid the RV in the space. We got kicked out after two hours, which allowed us three extra hours inside—meaning we had five hours in total, and we already used three hours. This left me with only two hours for emergency situations.
"Come wear this cooling patch on your foreheads. Fifi, Dahlia, come and climb into the car," I said, placing the booster seats in the back seat of the Ford Ranger, which was designed for military use with a closed back for the bags.
"Noona, who will drive?" Tom asked while helping me put the bags in the back of the car.
"I will drive this time," I replied, helping Gen apply cooling patches to her forehead, neck, armpits, and inner thighs.
"Thank you, unnie! I've already put the location of my apartment," Gen said as she handed me the phone while getting in with Tom's help.
"No problem! Don't check on anything else, just tell Thomas where the legal papers and other important things are hidden. I'll drop you by the door and drive off, just like when we went to the market. Remember to put everything in this bag," I instructed, pulling out an empty XXL duffel bag that could be worn as a backpack. I connected the phone to the car's GPS system as I drove towards the location.
"Yes, noona. I'll make sure to take note of that," Tom replied, gripping the duffel bag tightly.
"Babe, I just need my legal papers in the first drawer of my cabinet. The jewelry—especially the one in the wooden chest—is important, too. The cards are in the fifth drawer of my nightstand, along with some cash. I also need my prescription drugs and vitamins; they're in the third cabinet from the left in the kitchen. There's food and water in my fridge," Gen explained as she handed Tom the keys and made a voice recording of her instructions.
"It'll take us half an hour to reach the apartment, so Tom, wear this," I said, giving him a radio earpiece. "Let me know when you're going downstairs."
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Thomas POV
I listened to noona's instructions while securing the earpiece in place. I removed my seatbelt as I saw the building coming into view. Waiting for the car to stop, noona handed me a hatchet along with a belt and hatchet holder.
"Be safe. Just grab the things and run out; don't worry about the rest," noona instructed sternly, patting my back.
"I love you, babe. Listen to unnie. If you end up in a dire situation, just leave the rest and bring the legal papers. Remember, 2nd floor 213, and give the non-perishable food to room 208; they have been a great help to me," Gen added. I nodded and reached over to kiss her.
"Ewwww!" the twins chimed in, covering their eyes, making us all laugh.
"Now!" noona said, stopping as I nodded and ran towards the building entrance, showing the owner's ID while hiding in the shade, watching the car drive away.
"Sir, are you new here?" the security guard asked, checking the ID card.
"Ah, no. I just got here to pick up my wife's things," I replied with a smile as he nodded, letting me in.
"Noona, it's still fine in here. The security isn't as tight yet," I informed her through the earpiece as I entered the elevator, pressing the button for the 2nd floor.
"Yeah, it's still early, and people haven't realized the danger," noona replied as I stepped out of the elevator.
The entire floor seemed half-empty; most doors were locked, and some didn't even have nameplates. "I'm looking for Gen's apartment," I said while searching.
"Open your senses and connect with your power. Fiona said there are a few red dots on the 5th and 6th floors. Just grab the stuff and come down as fast as you can," noona instructed.
I hummed in agreement and unlocked the door to Gen's apartment. I walked straight into the bedroom, gathering papers, passports, and IDs from the first drawer, along with jewelry and cash from the nightstand. I checked every drawer and cabinet, packing baby items, maternity clothes, and underwear into the bag.
In the kitchen, I grabbed the bottles of medication and vitamins, checking the cabinets for non-perishable goods and putting them in the bag.
After locking the door behind me, I headed toward room 208 as instructed by Gen, knocking on the door. I waited for three minutes until I heard a woman's voice inside say, "Wait."
"Yes? Is something the matter?" a middle-aged African woman asked as she peeked from the door.
"Oh! I'm Thomas, Genie's boyfriend. She asked me if you could do her a favor and return these keys to management," I said shyly as I handed her the keys.
"Oh, I'm Grace. You finally met each other; that's good! Sure, I can give these back. It's nice to meet you. Do you want to come in for some water? It must be hot out there," the woman said, opening the door wider.
"Who is that, babe?" a deep male voice called as a tall American guy approached the door.
"Oh, it's the kid, Genie's boyfriend," Grace answered, still holding the keys.
"I see. Come in, kid; it's hot out there. I'm George," he said, shaking my hand.
"No need. I just came to grab Gen's things. There's still food and water in the apartment. My girlfriend said to leave them with you. Please toughen the doors and windows or move to a safer place when you can," I warned, then ran toward the elevator.
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