Good Night: An Apocalypse Story

The next morning, Harley woke up feeling completely exhausted, her body heavy from the night before. She turned to look at Stephanie, who, by contrast, was brimming with energy, almost glowing. Harley couldn’t help but smirk, but a part of her knew that if she hadn’t stopped things the night before, Stephanie’s seemingly insatiable hunger could have overwhelmed her entirely.

It was like Stephanie had turned into a hungry ghost, craving more and more as if she were a vampire for cum, endlessly wanting the transparent and white liquid. Her strength had been almost too much, and Harley could still feel the effects of their intense night together.

“I barely survived you,” Harley muttered, half-amused, half-serious.

Stephanie, still in her post-high energy, grinned and handed Harley a big portion of meat from the fire. “Here, eat. You need it,” she said with a teasing glint in her eye.

Harley took the food, and as soon as she ate, she felt her strength returning quickly. The hearty meal helped her recover, and soon, the exhaustion began to fade, replaced by the familiar confidence.

After recovering from the night, Stephanie and Harley found themselves outside, the fresh air and the morning sun washing over them. As they stood there, Stephanie turned to Harley, curiosity in her eyes.

“What are we?” Stephanie asked, her voice soft but inquisitive
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Harley instinctively answered, “Mates.” But she quickly corrected herself with a small grin. “I mean, lovers.”

Stephanie smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Harley’s waist. Tiptoeing, she leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting softly. Harley’s hands instinctively slid down to Stephanie’s hips, squeezing her ass firmly, drawing a playful laugh from Stephanie.

“You really love my ass that much, huh?” Stephanie teased, raising an eyebrow.

Harley chuckled, not missing a beat. “Yeah. Maybe it’s in my blood—my dad had a thing for big booties himself.”

Stephanie laughed, leaning into the embrace, feeling the connection between them deepen with every passing moment.

After another successful hunting trip, Stephanie and Harley had dried and stored enough meat to last them for some time, hanging the strips on racks they had built outside the cabin, they even have pelts that are put to dry. They mounted their bikes and rode through the forest, following clues that might lead them to the old man Gigi's cabin.

The forest was dense, with the sunlight barely breaking through the thick canopy above. As they rode, Stephanie was focused on the trail ahead when suddenly, a massive boulder came crashing down, narrowly missing her bike.

“A fucking Goliath!” Harley shouted, her voice filled with urgency.

Stephanie glanced back and saw the Goliath, a towering Freak, crashing through the trees behind them. Its enormous, hulking body moved with terrifying strength, knocking down anything in its path as it pursued them in a fit of rage.

Without hesitation, they both revved their engines, speeding up to escape the enraged monster. The trees blurred past them as they dodged obstacles, the roar of the Goliath echoing through the forest as it thundered after them. But after a few tense minutes, they managed to put enough distance between themselves and the creature, the sounds of its rage fading as they left it behind.

Once they were safely out of its reach and riding side by side, Harley looked over at Stephanie, still catching her breath. “We’re gonna need to kill that Goliath eventually. He’s gonna be a problem later if we don’t. They usually stick to the cities, but sometimes they are in the wild.”

Stephanie nodded in agreement. She knew Harley was right—leaving a creature that dangerous alive would only spell trouble for them down the line. But right now, they had another objective.

As they continued to ride, Stephanie’s sharp eyes caught sight of something in the distance. Through the trees, a cabin came into view, looking weathered but clearly inhabited. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, a sure sign that someone was living there.

“Look,” Stephanie called out, pointing toward the cabin.

Harley followed her gaze and nodded. “That could be Gigi’s place. Let’s check it out.”

They slowed their bikes as they approached, moving cautiously. This might be the lead they had been searching for, but they had learned not to take anything for granted in this world. If the old man was here, he might hold the key to their next steps toward the facility.

After stopping their bikes near the cabin, Stephanie and Harley approached the front door cautiously. They knocked, and the door creaked open slightly, revealing the end of a shotgun poking through the narrow gap. An old, weathered voice came from behind the door.

"Who are you, and do you want trouble?" the voice asked gruffly.

Stephanie and Harley exchanged a glance before answering. "We're pilgrims," Stephanie said calmly. "We’re looking for the secret facility."

The door opened wider, and they found themselves face-to-face with Gigi, the old man they had been searching for. His weathered face and gray hair matched the descriptions they had heard, and though he looked old and tired, there was a sharpness in his eyes.

"Come in," Gigi said, lowering the shotgun and stepping aside.

Once inside the small, cluttered cabin, Gigi sat down and gave them a questioning look. "How do you know about the facility?" he asked, still skeptical.

Stephanie and Harley exchanged another glance before replying. "Our fathers told us about it," Harley said. "They sent us here, and we have the location of two entrances."

At this, Gigi let out a rough laugh, shaking his head. "Let me guess—the hospital and the military base, right?"

Harley frowned at the reaction, her temper flaring slightly. "What's so funny?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Stephanie, sensing something deeper in Gigi’s reaction, held up a hand to stop Harley and calmly asked, "Is there a problem with the entrances?"

Gigi leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Well, yeah, there's a problem. At the hospital entrance, there's a horde of thousands of Freaks. You won’t make it past them without being swarmed. As for the military base?" He chuckled darkly. "There’s a special Freak there. I call it the Tank. You want to know why?"

Harley, her curiosity piqued despite her frustration, asked, "Why?"

Gigi’s eyes gleamed with something like amusement. "Because it's so big and powerful, it throws tanks at you."

Stephanie felt a wave of dread settle over her. The hospital sounded like a death trap, and the Tank Freak was an unimaginable threat. Even with all their skills, it seemed impossible. Harley’s expression tightened, but before she could say anything, Gigi continued.

“The good news is that the Tank is slow,” Gigi said, leaning forward. “If you can manage to open the entrance and get underground quickly, you can escape from it. I can’t say the same about the hospital, though. That’s a suicide mission.”

Stephanie felt a flicker of hope at Gigi’s words. While the Tank sounded terrifying, the fact that it was slow and could be avoided was something. The hospital, on the other hand, seemed like an impossible option.

"So, the military base is our best shot," Stephanie muttered, more to herself than to anyone else.

Gigi nodded. "If you're determined to get into that facility, the base is the better choice. But you'll need a solid plan to open the entrance and avoid getting crushed by that monster."

As Gigi leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, he said, “I’ll give you some info—how to enter the facility, how to avoid the Tank. But I need something in return from inside the facility.”

Stephanie, always cautious, raised an eyebrow. “How do you know all this? What did you do there?”

Gigi sighed deeply, running a hand through his grizzled hair. “I was a scientist there, one of the few who escaped. That place was a hellhole even before the world went to shit.”

Harley and Stephanie exchanged a glance. “Escaped?” Stephanie asked, her voice steady but filled with intrigue.

Gigi nodded gravely. “Yes, escaped. There were many experiments happening in that facility—genetic modifications, biological research, weapons development. Freaks were just the beginning. The ones running it were out of their minds, experimenting on anything that moved. And now? Most of those test subjects are long dead. But the Freaks? They aren’t the real problem.”

Both women leaned in, hanging on his every word. “What is?” Harley asked, her voice tense.

Gigi’s eyes darkened as he spoke the next words. “What’s living in the walls.”

“Living in the walls?” Stephanie repeated, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah, it’s a fucking massive biological mass, almost like a living organism, and it’s spread throughout the base. It was there 15 years ago, and I saw it firsthand. Tendrils, pulsing growths... it moves. It consumes. But back then, it was contained. Now? Who knows how much of it has taken over the facility. That thing is everywhere.”

Stephanie and Harley exchanged a glance, the weight of Gigi’s words settling over them. The freaks they could fight, but a living organism woven into the facility’s structure was something they couldn’t even begin to plan for.

After a heavy pause, Gigi pulled out a small, weathered access card and a piece of paper with a long number scribbled on it. He slid them across the table toward the women.

“This,” he said, pointing to the card, “is your key for most of the doors inside the facility. The number? That’s the password for the big metal door to enter the facility. But here’s the catch—you can’t open any of the doors without power. The facility is connected to the generator at the military base. You’ll need to start that generator to power the doors. Once it’s on, you’ll be able to open the facility’s entrances and activate the systems inside.”

Harley frowned. “So we have to deal with that Tank, after all.”

Gigi nodded grimly. “Yeah, you’ll need to get past the Tank to reach the generator. But like I said, the Tank is slow. It’ll take some strategy, but if you can stay out of its reach and get the generator going, you’ll have a chance.”

Stephanie picked up the access card and the paper, her mind already racing with plans. There was so much to consider, but this was their best—and only—lead. “And what do you want from inside the facility?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at Gigi.

Gigi hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “There’s a lab deep inside. A room I was never allowed in when I worked there. Whatever’s in there... I want it. Data, samples, something. Bring it to me.”

Stephanie and Harley stood up, the access card and password secure. They had a long road ahead of them—avoiding the Tank, navigating the biological mass, and uncovering whatever secrets the facility held.

“We’ll see what we can do,” Stephanie said, her voice firm.

Harley glanced at Gigi as they headed for the door. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a hell of a mission.”

Gigi gave them a dark smile. “Good luck and Good Night. You’ll need it.”

Before they left the cabin, Stephanie paused, looking back at Gigi with a question still nagging at her. “Before we go, why do they call you a crazy drunk?”

Gigi gave a half-smile, the lines on his face deepening with the weight of years. “Well, because I was drunk. After I escaped that nightmare, I started drinking and... I guess I spouted all the info I had about the facility. Problem was, nobody believed me. They thought I’d lost my mind, that all my talk about the biological mass, the experiments, was just the rambling of a washed-up drunk.”

He shrugged, clearly not bothered by the label anymore. “After I moved to this cabin, though, I got clean. No more booze. But by then, the damage was done—nobody believed me, and I stopped trying to convince them.”

As he spoke, Gigi reached behind him and pulled out a small bottle, handing it to Stephanie. “Here, take this. It’s some good poison against Freaks. Just don’t get any on yourself.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, inspecting the bottle. “What kind of poison?”

“It’s a mixture I developed back in the day. Highly concentrated, deadly to Freaks. One hit and they’re done for. But you need to use it wisely—there’s not much of it.”

Harley, standing beside Stephanie, smirked. “Handy.”

As they turned to leave, Gigi called out one last thing. “And if you’d do me a favor—take care of that Goliath you ran into. I don’t want it smashing up my cabin.”

Stephanie glanced back, her expression firm. “We’ll take care of it.”