Good Night: An Apocalypse Story

Stopping a safe distance from the Goliath, Stephanie took a deep breath and steadied herself. The massive Freak, nearly three meters tall with deformed muscles bulging grotesquely, was slowly scanning the area, unaware of their presence. Its grotesque form, with thick veins pulsing beneath its skin, gave it an imposing and terrifying appearance.

Stephanie pulled out her bow and carefully coated the tip of an arrow with the poison Gigi had given her. With a sharp focus, she aimed and let the arrow fly. It sailed through the air, hitting the Goliath squarely in its massive shoulder.

The Goliath roared, its fury instantly ignited by the sting of the arrow. It reached down and hurled a chunk of debris—a broken tree or a piece of rubble—toward them in a blind rage. Both Stephanie and Harley jumped out of the way just in time, the massive projectile smashing into the ground where they had stood.

As the Goliath charged forward, its massive fists swinging, they dodged its attacks with precision, narrowly avoiding each heavy blow. Stephanie’s heart raced, but she noticed that the creature was starting to slow down—the poison was working.

Seeing the Goliath’s movements grow sluggish, Harley seized the moment. She pulled out her machete from the airdrop, sprinted toward the Goliath, and with one swift motion, sliced through its ankle tendon, crippling its mobility.

The Goliath, now unable to support its weight, howled in pain, trying to swipe at Harley, but its strength was quickly fading. Its movements became even slower, each swing weaker than the last. The poison was taking its toll, and the massive Freak began to stumble, losing its balance.

With a final effort, the Goliath collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud, its monstrous body sprawled out in defeat. Stephanie stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the creature’s wild, bloodshot gaze. Without hesitation, she drew her knife and plunged it deep into the Goliath’s eye.

The massive creature shuddered once before going completely still, the once terrifying threat now lying lifeless at their feet.

Harley wiped sweat from her brow, catching her breath as she glanced at the fallen Goliath. “Well, that was fun,” she muttered, half-joking as she sheathed her machete.

Stephanie looked down at the creature, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “One problem down. And also this poison is powerful maybe we can use it to make the tank even slower.”

As Stephanie and Harley returned to the cabin after defeating the Goliath, they spotted something out of the ordinary. Just off the path, nestled into the rocky hillside, was a small cave—and from the looks of it, a Freak nest. The familiar bad smell and the faint sounds of movement confirmed it.

Harley immediately went to her bike, rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a Molotov cocktail. Without hesitation, she lit the rag and threw it directly into the cave's entrance. The fire ignited instantly, flames licking the cave walls and spreading throughout the nest, filling the air with smoke and the sound of crackling wood and screeches.

Moments later, Freaks came bursting out, their bodies engulfed in flames, their twisted forms thrashing as they ran. The first one lunged at Harley, but she was ready. In a swift motion, she brought her machete down hard, slicing through the creature’s neck and dropping it instantly.

More Freaks stumbled out, flames consuming their bodies. Stephanie moved with precision, dropping them to the ground with well-placed strikes before crushing their skulls under her boots, the sound of bone cracking filling the air.

One after another, the burning Freaks either fell at Harley’s blade or collapsed at Stephanie’s feet, only to be finished off with a swift and brutal stomp. The molotov had done most of the work, but they ensured there were no survivors.

As the last of the Freaks fell, the fire in the cave continued to burn, consuming the nest. The threat was eliminated.

"That should keep them from repopulating the zone here for a while," Harley said, wiping her machete clean as they stood over the smoldering remains.

Back at the cabin, Stephanie found herself watching Harley as she chopped wood. The rhythmic sound of the axe hitting the logs filled the quiet of the forest, but Stephanie’s focus was elsewhere. Her eyes drifted, lingering on the outline in Harley’s pants—the print she had assumed was just a trick of the fabric until the previous night. Now, she knew better.

Futanari—her father had mentioned them in passing once, telling her they had been known since the 1900s, incredibly rare, with only one in ten million born like that. The cause behind their existence had never been fully understood. But standing there, looking at Harley, Stephanie couldn't stop her mind from wandering.

Her gaze traveled over Harley’s body—from the subtle print to her ass, then up to her boobs, and the power in her arms as she swung the axe.

After a few moments, Stephanie blinked, tearing her eyes away from Harley and returning to the task at hand—skinning rabbits they had hunted earlier.

After they finished their work, Stephanie and Harley put the rabbit meat to cook over the fire. The evening was quiet, the sounds of the crackling fire and the peaceful forest surrounding them. As they sat together, Harley reached over and pulled Stephanie into a gentle hug.

Stephanie leaned into her, resting her head on Harley’s chest, feeling the warmth and the steady beat of her heart. Harley's arms wrapped around her securely, creating a sense of calm that Stephanie hadn’t felt in a long time.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Harley broke the stillness with a soft question. “After we find what we need in the facility... what do you want to do?”

Stephanie thought for a moment, her mind drifting over the possibilities. “I don’t know for sure,” she admitted. “But I want to leave this city. Travel, see more of the world.”

Harley smiled, tilting her head down to press a soft kiss to Stephanie’s forehead. “And am I in your travel plans?” she asked with a playful tone.

Stephanie looked up, a small smile curving her lips. “Of course,” she said, leaning up to kiss Harley gently, sealing the promise between them.

The next day, Stephanie and Harley arrived at the military base on the outskirts of the city, their bikes hidden in a safe spot behind thick foliage. The base was an eerie sight—overgrown with trees, grass, and bushes, nature had reclaimed it, making it look more like a jungle than a former military stronghold.

They were well-prepared. Stephanie carried her rifle, the pistol from the airdrop, and her bow with arrows dipped in the last of the poison Gigi had given them. Harley had her pistol and AR, both women equipped with backpacks full of ammo and supplies, ready for whatever awaited them inside the base.

They moved cautiously, sticking to the shadows, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention. Whenever they encountered Freaks, they either bypassed them silently or eliminated them quietly, their movements careful and deliberate. The base had become overrun not only with Freaks but with vegetation, the remnants of military structures barely visible beneath the overgrowth.

As they approached one of the more intact hangars, Harley glanced around and whispered, “I don’t see a Tank...”

Before she could finish, the sound of movement made them freeze. A Freak wandered in front of a hangar. Then, out of nowhere, a massive arm reached out from the shadows, grabbing the Freak and pulling it back into the darkness.

Both women stared in shock as the Tank emerged from the shadows—a towering 5 or 6 meters tall monstrosity, its arms grotesquely oversized, dragging on the ground like a gorilla. It used them to support its hulking body as it lumbered forward. The Tank held the struggling Freak in its grip, and in one swift motion, it devoured the creature with horrifying ease.

Stephanie's heart pounded as she whispered, “I think that’s the Tank.” Her voice was steady, but the fear was undeniable. “Now, let’s find that generator and avoid detection.”

Both women remained crouched, carefully backing away from the Tank’s line of sight. They knew they couldn't take on something like that head-on—not yet. Their mission was to get to the generator and power up the facility, and they needed to remain unseen to have any hope of success.

They moved deeper into the base, every step calculated, knowing that one wrong move could draw the attention of the Tank—and that was something they couldn’t afford.

As Stephanie and Harley moved cautiously through the abandoned military base, they searched building after building. Most of the structures had long been overtaken by nature, with plants creeping up walls and through cracks in the floor. While much of what they found was useless debris, occasionally they stumbled upon forgotten ammo—some of it still in usable condition. A few of the rounds were compatible with Stephanie's rifle and Harley's AR, giving them some much-needed supplies.

They moved quietly, ever aware of the danger lurking around them. The base was eerily silent, except for the occasional rustle of wind or distant scurrying of small creatures.

Suddenly, they heard loud, thunderous thumps in the distance—heavy footfalls that sent tremors through the ground. Both women instantly froze, their instincts kicking in. They quickly slipped into a nearby building, huddling in the shadows and trying to remain absolutely silent.

The thumps grew louder, the sound reverberating through the walls as the Tank approached. Stephanie and Harley held their breath, pressed against the walls of the dim room, hoping the creature wouldn’t detect them. The sound was so close now that the floor seemed to vibrate beneath them.

Moments later, the Tank appeared at one of the windows. Its massive form cast a dark shadow across the room, blocking out the light as it peered inside. Its grotesquely large arms supported its weight as it crouched down, its deformed face scanning the interior of the building. The room felt suffocating as Stephanie and Harley tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The Tank’s beady eyes swept over the room, seemingly searching for any sign of movement. For what felt like an eternity, it stood there, its breathing heavy and labored. But seeing nothing, it eventually let out a low grunt and backed away from the window. The thumps of its footsteps gradually faded as the creature moved farther away, its presence slowly disappearing into the distance.

Both women stayed motionless for several moments, making sure the danger had passed before finally exhaling in relief.

"That was too close," Harley whispered, her voice barely audible as they both regained their composure.

Stephanie nodded in agreement, her hands still gripping her weapon tightly. "Let’s keep moving, but we need to be even more careful. That thing’s not going to be far."