I needed to be accompanied, so I then revealed my secret to my two beauties I appointed to journey with me.

Ava, was the first that came to mind. Followed by Rachel. Then Aubrey forced her way in to tag along.

But theirs this one person who i needed to align with and that was "Ghost" he tagged along with the Mayhem sisters.

The wall around the city wasn’t built to separate the two living standards. But out of ignorance to what the parasite was really all about and what it came to do, despite the tragedy it took about four months to wipe out all male beings.

Two days later....

The sun bled red across the fractured horizon as I stood at the rusted gates of the New Empire Elysium.

Crumbled buildings, radiation twisted the wilds, and wild human scavengers all "women" roamed alongside desperate raiders.

But me? I was done hiding behind these crumbling walls. Conquest called.

At my side were my three beauties and Ghost’s loyalists.

We all disguised to blend in with the environment, each a weapon in this brutal new order.

"Ava", the sharp- eyed scout with raven hair cropped short for combat, her lithe body wrapped in a scavenged leather armor that hugged every curve.

She carried dual pistols and a blade she named "whistle."

Her brown eyes scanned the waste ahead with predatory focus, but when she turns to me, she softens with fierce loyalty — and hunger.

"Rachel," the towering Amazon with her sun-kissed skin and flowing auburn hair braided with ragged clothing.

Standing nearly seven feet, her powerful frame was clad in reinforced plates over a tight under suit.

She wielded a massive war-hammer and a shot gunslung across her back.

Her laugh was thunderous, her touch was gentle when the nights grew cold.

"Aubrey," my enigmatic ex lover with velvet hair and piercing violet eyes, her slender form draped in a flowing cloak over form- fitting tactical gear.

She was the mind of the group— chemist, and siren. Her lips curved in knowing smiles that promised both salvation and sin.

She had no personal deal with violence except a small hidden knife.

While I was wrapped with a black scarf clothing around my shoulders, and a ripple denim jean’s.

And a short dagger tucked behind.

We only armored up because of the unknown.

The seven of us stepped through the gates into the howling wind. The city wall faded behind as we cracked the highways stretched into the desert, dotted with ruined skyscrapers like tombstones.

"So where are we headed?" Ghost asked, raising his voice through the violent wind. As he drove the truck.

"I don’t know yet but all I have is a map in my fucking head." I said, jesting out.

"How does that even work? You haven’t been outside and from what the world used to be it’s very different now." He replied.

"Well... I don’t know as well, but I’m sure this would be an adventure that will live through time." A smile lingered on my face as the rapid air hit my face.

Not too long after our journey.

By dusk, trouble found us, A raider convoy — twenty strong, armored with scrap metal — spotted my team near an abandoned overpass.

Their leader, a punk girl on a motorbike. Laughing over a loudspeaker.

"Insider! And look at that treasure they have. Hand ’em over and we’ll let you die quick!"

The dirt bike and wrecked trucks the raiders were driving caught up to us with speed. punctured the tires and surrounded us as the truck broke down.

We got down from the truck and secured our survival positions.

Ava immediately melted into the shadows of a wrecked semi -truck.

Rachel planted her feet and roared for a challenge, hammer raised.

I stood still but remained ready to square up when attack is made.

But then theses raiders were vicious. And many, seven of us had a chance but against their numbers was injustice.

Their leader hopped down from the bike. And looked at me, then flickered to Ghost. She resulted to remove her helmet.

And the moment she did, my breath hitched.

"Today is a day we celebrate, for finally having two men amongst us." She turns to her gang, raising her voice out loud. "Sisterhood! What do you all suggest we do to them?"

Each of them were shouting, giving their opinions that didn’t matter.

Then I murmured out a name.

"Elara West!"

She turns back in shock. "Who just said that?"

We all kept quiet for a moment.

And she raised her voice louder. "WHO THE FUCK... JUST SAID THAT?"

Ghost replied innocently. "What do you mean no one said anything."

She walked up furiously closing the gap with Ghost and smacked his head with her gun. He fell on his knees and wailed.

She then approached me, and I murmured her name again. "Elara!"

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" She curiously asked.

"Your the one I’m looking for. You belong to me." I said. Voice dark and commanding.

But she got offended. "Kill the women amongst them." She ordered her crew.

"Wait!" I shouted.

But!

The battle erupted in beautiful violence.

Ava appeared like a ghost behind two raiders, her blades flashing — two throats opened before they could scream.

Rachel charged the main group, her hammer swinging in a wide arc that crumpled a raider’s breast plate and sent her flying into her comrades.

The other raiders went charging at the Mayhem sisters and Aubrey.

I knew just in the slightest moment things could get ugly real quick.

So I moved like an apex predator, and disarmed the hand of their leader and wrapped my arms around her neck from the back, in a full Nelson grapple.

Grazing my sharp dagger just over her throat, and pulled to the side where I couldn’t receive any sneak attacks.

"STOP NOW OR l’LL KILL HER." I threatened them.

As they were about over powering my team.

They held their weapons, contemplating on how to overpower me.

"NOW!" I said with a fierce tone.

"Do what he says. All of you." Barely being able to speak, commanded her crew.

And they all succumbed to her authority.

I pushed her out of my arm as she fell on her knees, coughing violently due to the headlock.

Aubrey rushed towards me and grabbed my hand tight, pressing it against her soft breast, my beauties were breathing hard, adrenaline and triumph making their eyes bright.

Blood speckled Ava’s cheeks. Vanessa’s leather was torn at the shoulder, revealing her smooth skin. Aubrey’s cloak had a new rip.

I stretched my arms downward, waiting for the raiders gang leader "Elara West" to grab on.

"We have enough to give you, we don’t mean any harm." I said.

"What about my fallen sisters, who will avenge on their behalf?" She said. Her eyes burned with defiance.

"You don’t have to avenge... I’m offering a knew beginning to this broken world."

"Who are you?" Elara asked.

"I’m The World’s New Patriarch." I introduced myself with authority.

"Then who is he." She turned towards Ghost.

Harley Quinn skipped over and whispered in her ear.

"Ohh... Oh!" Elara voiced out and looked at Ghost disdainfully.

"Alright then. Sisters..! Lower your weapons."

The atmosphere shifted from a violently hostile altercation into a shared interest between both parties.

"So where are you headed? It’s not safe to be out here." Elara asked. Dusting herself off the ground. "And how do you know my name?"

"You know this bitch? Alex." Ghost said, charging towards her because of what she did earlier to him. But was held back by Vanessa.

"She’s one of them." I replied.

"One of who? What the fuck is going on here! I’ve never met you in life and all of a sudden you know who I am!" Elara voiced out her frustration.

"We can talk about this later, the sky is getting darkened." I said.

One of her crew members came and whispered in her ear.

"Hop back in your truck, let’s tow it to our base." Elara said and walked past me to her bike.

We got in and started hitting the cracked highway, as the night blacked out except for the headlights that guided us through.

"Well done guys." I said, pulling them close one by one — Ava’s fierce kiss, Rachel’s crushing embrace, Aubrey’s lingering, teasing one.

"This is just the beginning," I murmured against Ava’s lips.

Ava cleaned her blades, legs stretched across my lap. " I used to dream of quiet places. Now I only dream of you conquering everything... and us at your side."

Rachel laughed and pulled me into a deep kiss that tasted like dust and victory. Her heavy arms roamed. Claiming.

Aubrey watched with hooded eyes, then joined, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

Ghost tapped the iron sheet of the door to call our attention. "Alright love birds, we’re here."

After an hour plus of driving.

We arrived at the Scavenger’s village. It wasn’t a compound filled with broken buildings or filth.

It was a massive ruins of an old shopping mall, over thirty three thousand women, young and old, lived in this dystopian urban hell.