G Hopf - Driver 8 - A Post-Apocalyptic Novel

Kyle raised the rifle and squeezed off two rounds, both striking him in the chest.

The guard fell back against the wall of the elevator car but his chest plate armor prevented the rounds from penetrating.

Seeing he was still alive, Kyle raised the muzzle and squeezed off one more shot. It struck him in the face and proved to be the kill shot.

With the guard killed, everyone got on the elevator.

Dana glanced down at the guard. She recognized who it was and couldn’t help but be a bit saddened that he was dead.

Cal didn’t feel such remorse, he spit on the guard and snapped, “Fascist.”

Dana hit the button for Level Five and stepped back. The doors closed and she turned to the others. “I’m stepping out first. I’ll go down to lure a few guards back. I need you to go left, head down to room five thirteen, the door will open without a lock.”

Kyle nodded. He was very impressed with her, she was on point for sure. Eric and Cal, he could do without.

The elevator reached Level Five.

Everyone raised their rifles just in case but when the doors opened it was clear.

Dana stepped out first and looked both ways. “Come on. Head down and remember, be quiet.”

The men did as she said and hurried towards room five thirteen. Just before making a turn in the hall, Kyle looked back to see Dana unbuttoning her shirt.

Dana took slow and measured breaths as she made her way towards the presidential suite. Her plan was risky but she felt confident in men’s carnal desires clouding their judgement.

Outside the suite’s door stood six guards. They were chatting and laughing, not displaying an ounce of professionalism. The lead guard, a man by the name of John, spotted her approaching. He had an eye already for Dana and would be easy pickings. “Look who’s here,” John said.

The other guards looked and saw Dana coming.

Dana stepped forward and said, “Hey guys. I thought I’d come up and see if Number One had mentioned what he may want for breakfast.”

John noticed her top was unbuttoned to expose her cleavage and approached her. “Delicious Dana, oops, sorry, I meant Cook Twenty-two,” he laughed and continued, “You didn’t need to come all the way up here to ask that. Why don’t you tell me and the boys here why you really came up?”

John was going for it right out the gate. It was a welcome surprise of which she was going to capitalize on. “You’re right. I could’ve just radioed but I wanted to see you,” she said expressing herself seductively.

Aroused, John stepped forward and looked down her shirt. “I knew you had…um, boys, look,” John gushed staring at her cleavage.

A strong feeling of disgust washed over her but she couldn’t let that show. She touched his chest and purred, “Would you like to see more?”

“Are you fucking serious?” John asked.

“I hate to say it, but I’ve been looking at you for some time. You’re all I can think about and when I got here, I just wanted to come up here and…” she said stopping herself to leave her desires a mystery.

“And what?” John asked.

She looked to John’s left and right and saw the others were just as excited as he was. “How about I show you?”

Shocked by her proposition he looked back at the others for reassurance.

One of the guards by the name of Chuck said, “Go ahead. Maybe I’ll get sloppy seconds.”

This was Dana’s opening and she took it, “How about now?”

“Me?” Chuck asked pointing at himself.

“Yeah, and you too,” she said pointing at the man behind him.

“I’m up for a four way,” he exclaimed.

“Hold on, she’s mine,” John declared angrily.

“Sssh, I want all of you at the same time,” she said leaning in close and whispering, “At the same time.”

“Let’s go,” John said grabbing her forcibly by the arm and pulling her down the hallway but in the opposite direction.

“No, wait, I have a room,” Dana said insistent.

“I do to, come on,” John said pulling her hard. Chuck and the third guard, Tim, followed like puppies.

“The room I have is clean.”

“Who needs clean?” John asked and pulled her harder.

“No cameras, I mean it’s clean because I know there’s no cameras, you guys don’t want to get caught doing this, do you?” Dana asked becoming increasingly concerned her plan was beginning to fall apart.

John stopped and thought. “You’re right. Which room is it?”

Dana’s fear melted away, she smiled and replied, “Room five thirteen.”

Portia couldn’t sleep. Her life was upside down and soon she’d be someone’s slave to be used for any number of depraved desires. How could her life have turned so fast? Why? These were pointless questions to ask because they didn’t help her out of the situation she was in.

Every uneven spot of road or pothole caused the truck to shudder and bounce.

She had no idea where the next stop was but they’d been on the road for a few hours. Before she’d heard the drivers talking but didn’t hear this time. Did it matter? She thought. Probably not .

Loud popping sounds came from outside the truck followed by dull thuds.

To Portia is sounded like gunshots.

The truck lurched hard to the right, then to the left and back to the right again. These severe turns through the women around in the back like rag dolls.

“What’s going on?” a woman named Maggie asked.

“I think we’re being shot at,” Portia answered just after slamming against the far wall of the trailer.

The truck came to hard stop.

The women were thrown towards the front of the trailer with several landing on top of the other.

Gunfire rang out from outside. From the sounds of it the gunshots were coming from all directions.

“What do we do?” a woman named Cecile asked.

“Just lay here, don’t move,” Nancy replied.

“No, grab something that can be used as a weapon. We don’t know who is attacking us, we must prepare to fight,” Portia said getting to her feet and rummaging around in the mostly dark trailer looking for something that she could use to fight back.

“You don’t know who it is, you could provoke them to hurt us,” Nancy snapped.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re under attack,” Portia countered running her hands along the floor of the trailer in hopes she’d find something soon.

Screams came from what sounded like the cab of the truck followed by gunshots then silence.

Portia paused her search and listened.

“I think we should…” Nancy said before Portia interrupted her.

“Be quiet,” she said just above a whisper. “Listen.”

Portia and the nine other women sat silent, their ears scanning for any threatening sound.

An uncomfortable silence blanketed them. Most of the women sat huddled together, holding each other but Portia who was near the doors.

What’s going on? Portia asked herself.

Heavy banging on both sides of the truck made them jump, and caused several women to cry out. Seconds later, a clanging and screeching of tortured metal came from the back door.

Portia scrambled for something to use but came up empty handed.

The door flew open. Standing in the orange glow of torches were six Generates, their bodies smeared with fresh blood.

Needing to put space in between them and her, Portia ran to the back of the trailer just as the other women cried out in terror.

The Generates didn’t move, they stood staring inside the trailer.

“What’s in there?” a booming voice said in the darkness.