[GT Bonus Chapter 2/2] The Last Stand (14)

Later, they retreated to the couch, their exhaustion melting into the comfort of each other's presence.

The faint hum of the generator, the rhythmic bubbling of the fermentation station, and the occasional groan of zombies outside created a peculiar symphony of their new normal.

Aurielle stretched out, her boots kicked off and her legs draped lazily over Linsley's lap.

She swirled the last of the wine in her glass, her tone light but contemplative. "You know," she mused, twirling a strand of her hair, "with wine, good food, and all the firepower we could want… I think we might actually be living the dream."

Linsley rested his hand casually on her knee, his smirk returning. "Living? Queen, we're thriving. And we're just getting started."

Aurielle tilted her head, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief. "What's next, then? Thrones? Crowns? Maybe a royal decree?"