Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System - Chapter 135

Chapter 135: The Tunnel
The drive north proved to be more annoying than anything. Rayne and Julian were both happy that Rayne’s SUV had very good off-road capabilities because many places on the main highway were either road-blocked by abandoned cars or destroyed by the earthquakes.

The road north took them through the mountains and up ahead Rayne noticed a tunnel they needed to go through if they wanted to continue the journey.

There were no alternate roads and if they wanted to go around, they would need to drive all the way back to the base and head west before heading north again.

“Hopefully the tunnel isn’t blocked. I would hate to drive all the way back to go around”, said Julian.

Rayne looked over and smiled at him, “If there’s a path to walk through, I can just store the car and take it back out on the other side”.

Julian looked at her with a look of realization, he didn’t think of that option!

They drove into the dark tunnel carefully, making it about halfway before meeting a roadblock.

This time, however, the roadblock looked intentionally made, with cars piled one on top of another along with other random debris.

Julian parked the car and stepped out. He spotted a small walkway on the left-hand side of the tunnel and frowned.

“Looks like a bandit’s nest”, he said to Rayne quietly.

Rayne agreed with his observation. Everything was set up so that people would have to leave their cars and walk through that small walkway.

She pulled out her high-tech pistol and handed another one over to Julian.

“Looks like we have no other choice. We will have to go through the walkway”, she said.

They walked over to the small walkway, squeezing through the tight entrance.

Just as they walked through to the other side three men jumped down from the roof of a bus that was partially used as a barricade. Two of them jumped directly on top of Julian, pinning him to the ground.

The third man did the same to Rayne, restraining her hands from behind her back.

“End Mother, we got them!”, shouted the man who was holding Rayne down.

A few moments later an elderly woman with painted markings on her face came over. “Welcome children! Embrace the end-mothers embrace and live with us in harmony!”, she said in a croaky voice.

Rayne looked around noticing the strangeness of these people. It felt like the early stages of some kind of religious cult.

“And what if we don’t?”, asked Julian.

One of the men that was pinning him down pressed down on his back with his foot, “Show some respect when speaking to the End Mother!”.

The old woman walked over, “Why it’s very simple child. You either join us or offer yourselves to nourish our small family”.

Rayne’s eyes widened! She realized that these people were cannibals, looking to eat everyone who passed through and didn’t join them.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Would you like to join our family?”, she croaked with a twisted smile.

Rayne felt the man’s grip on her arms loosen for a second and she quickly twisted her body to take advantage of the situation.

She quickly rolled onto her back, escaping the startled man’s restraint. Reaching into her jacket she pulled out another pistol from her system and shot the man in the head.

“Get her!”, yelled the old woman, pointing her finger at Rayne.

But before the men could reach Rayne, she shot the two men who were pinning Julian to the ground, freeing him.

He quickly jumped up from the ground and lifted his pistol, shooting the flood of oncoming people.

These men and women held pitchforks and shovels, swinging them at Rayne and Julian.

Rayne could see the hatred in their eyes, fueling their fierce movements. She wondered how long this ‘family’ existed for them to be brainwashed to this extent.

Since they were all cannibals, Rayne didn’t spare anyone, shooting both men and women who approached her.

One woman rushed in with a shovel in her hand screaming, “I sacrificed my only son to be here! I won’t let you harm the End Mother!”.

Rayne couldn’t believe that a mother would allow her only son to be eaten so that she could be a part of this twisted cult.

She felt angry, angry that a mother could throw away her own child’s life to eat another day.

She lifted her gun, aiming at the oncoming woman, “This is for your son!”, pulling the trigger.

Rayne and Julian did their best to deal with the ferocious people who came running at them as if they were livestock. There were hundreds of people, all with some sort of makeshift weapon in hand.

Just as Rayne was reloading she got hit in the arm by a man with a large stick.

“Fuck!”, she shouted and rolled to the side to avoid the follow-up attack. She stored the gun back into her system and pulled out a large combat knife.

As the man lifted the large stick to swing at her again, she deftly swung her knife, cutting his stomach.

“You bitch! When did you get a knife?!”, the man yelled, falling over to apply pressure to his open wound.

Rayne stood up and pulled out a fresh copy of her pistol aiming at the man. She shot him in the head, causing him to fall over completely.

Without stopping she pulled up her gun once more and began shooting the rest of the people.

Whenever her gun ran out of bullets she just pulled out another copy from her system, bypassing the need to reload.

The old woman watched in horror as her cult members dropped like flies. She put in a lot of effort to brainwash this many people, but now they were almost all gone.

As Julian and Rayne made their way through the rest of the people, Rayne noticed the old woman running away from the corner of her eye.

“No you don’t”, she muttered and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew to the end of the tunnel where the old woman currently was and struck her right in the chest.

Julian noticed Rayne’s skilled long-distance shot and couldn’t help but comment. “Wow, that was quite the shot, great job!”.