Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 106: Intruders

Luckily, Elaine was a light sleeper, and she woke up almost instantly. Her eyes cleared within seconds, sharp and focused, as if she already understood the situation without needing further explanation.

"We need to move," Delilah said.

She didn’t know who the intruders were, but from the direction of the footsteps, it sounded like they were heading toward the hallway that connected to the living room and kitchen.

If that was the case, they would run into the traps set there, and she could only hope those would slow them down.

A second later, the first trap activated.

The alarm blared loudly throughout the bunker, breaking the silence completely. Delilah could hear the sudden shift in the intruders’ movements, their steps turning frantic for a moment before stabilizing again.

At the same time, she gestured for Elaine to move deeper inside.

They slipped into the next room, and as soon as they entered, the lights flicked on automatically, triggered by the intruders’ presence. Delilah quickly locked the door behind them before turning toward the wall where three screens had already come to life.

They have night-vision CCTV. The cameras covered every room and hallway inside the bunker.

This entire defense system had already been installed long before her husband found this place. The power came from solar panels connected to a generator, which she had made sure to fully charge in preparation for winter, when sunlight would be scarce.

Delilah leaned closer to the screens, observing and found there were six men walking slowly on the hallway, probably trying to be careful to not activate other traps.

All of them armed with rifles, wearing full gear, their faces hidden behind masks marked with a skull symbol.

They moved with coordination, trained enough to recover quickly once they realized the alarm hadn’t triggered anything immediate.

"Skull Fang," Elaine said, her voice low as she released the safety on her shotgun. "Those bastards must be hunting me."

"You... really hate them, don’t you?" Delilah muttered.

Elaine nodded once. "Of course. They keep getting on my way. This is a perfect shot to give them a lesson. " she grinned.

She rolled her shoulders slightly, already preparing herself with a shotgun she got from the crate. "Let’s take them out. In the dark, it won’t be that hard if we have night vision goggles."

"Under the table. There’s a box."

Delilah didn’t say anything more as Elaine moved to grab them.

She knew Elaine wasn’t just an ordinary doctor. When they first met, she had seemed lazy, almost useless, the kind of person who wouldn’t lift a finger unless told to.

But that impression had never quite sat right with her. There was something off about Elaine and she was so good at hiding it, she rarely snapped after all, always in control. Never even raise her tone even when she was being humiliated and degraded.

Because of that people define her as weak. She was far from that. She was trained, not just in medicine, but in martial arts and firearms.

If not, there was no way she survived being attacked by Freebound’s mortal enemy, the Order of The West, when all of the members of her group died on the attack in the White Death.

Delilah’s eyes returned to the screen.

"I can guide you from here," Delilah said quietly. "I have a walkie-talkie or I can activate the gas chamber. They will be wiped out in a second."

The intruders were forcing their way into the kitchen door. If they get inside the room, the gas chamber would be useless as they could hide inside the kitchen,

Elaine adjusted the goggles, her expression steady. "No. Only step in if I’m about to lose. I’ll give you a signal."

She paused for a brief second, her grip tightening on the shotgun. "God have mercy on me," she muttered, almost like a habit, "because they picked the wrong person tonight."

She took the walkie-talkie from the cabinet beside her and give one to Delilah, checking the function before finally leaving the room.

Delilah exhaled slowly.

Elaine was strange and somehow, even now, she was still religious.

***

Elaine stepped out of the room, letting the darkness settle around her as she moved into the hallway.

The alarm kept blaring, its sound echoing through the bunker, while the red emergency lights flickered above, giving her just enough visibility even without using the night vision goggles.

Honestly, she didn’t feel like doing this.

She was fine if Skull Fang hurt her, even if they destroyed her clinic and all the medicine inside, as long as no one else got dragged into it.

But tonight, they had gone too far. Showing up here, fully armed, inside her friend’s place... that crossed the line.

Elaine slowed her steps and stopped when she heard movement above her. They were right on top of her now, moving around the room, careless and loud.

She could hear plates and glass breaking, the dull clatter of a pan hitting the floor, followed by laughter.

"It seems like only women live here, look at these fine utensils... ashurfgbik, and cute mugs. Are you sure that ihsjb here?"

"Based on the information we got from the Climber Rift, yes.#@hswh."

Elaine raised a brow slightly. Their voices came out muffled and distorted, the alarm swallowing parts of their words.

It was honestly a miracle Delilah had woken up at all, considering how heavy a sleeper she usually was. Must be that ridiculous instinct of a mother.

Still, something didn’t sit right. They didn’t feel like Skull Fang.

’Did they hire mercenaries for this?’

She shook her head once. It didn’t matter. Whoever they were, they needed to be eliminated.

Elaine moved quietly, opening every door along the hallway before positioning herself just beneath the stairs, waiting in complete stillness.

Not long after, she heard the heavy sound of metal being forced open, followed by footsteps descending, their backs turned toward her as they came down without caution.

She didn’t hesitate.

BANG!

The first shot tore through the man’s body, dropping him instantly as blood and fragments splattered across the floor, some of it hitting her face. Panic erupted from above.

"Noel is down! Move up every—"

BANG!

The second shot cut him off, blowing apart his lower abdomen as his body collapsed and slid down the steps.

"Two down, four more," Elaine muttered under her breath.

The remaining men immediately scattered, taking cover instead of rushing her.

She clicked her tongue. "Definitely mercenaries... damn, that fox really sells everything to everyone, huh?"

Elaine exhaled and started moving up the stairs, but the moment her head even came into view, gunfire rained down on her, forcing her to pull back into cover as bullets struck the floor and the hatch.

"You guys really want to fight a single girl like that?" she called out, her tone calm but edged.

"Put your firearm down! We will stop shooting!"

Elaine tilted her head slightly, her expression calm as she listened to them, her fingers adjusting the grip on her shotgun while the faint smile on her lips slowly deepened.

"Put my weapon down?" she repeated, her voice low, almost amused. "And then what? You shoot me properly this time?"

Silence followed, but she could hear it in their breathing, the hesitation, the shifting weight of their boots, the small movements that told her exactly where they were hiding.

Then, without another word, Elaine moved. She stepped forward fast, her body low as she rushed up the stairs, and before they could react properly, she turned the corner and fired.

BANG!

One of them barely had time to lift his rifle before the shot hit him square in the chest, sending him crashing backward.

The others immediately returned fire, bullets tearing through the wall behind her, but Elaine had already moved again, slipping to the side and using the corner as cover.

They were too slow even for her.

She leaned out just enough and fired again.

BANG!

Another one dropped, his shoulder and neck torn apart as he collapsed beside the first.

"Three down," she murmured, almost bored.

The last two didn’t panic like the others had. Instead, they moved together, trying to flank her position while keeping their distance.

One of them tried to rush her but not fast enough.

Elaine stepped forward instead of back, closing the distance. Her hand grabbing the barrel of his rifle and pushing it aside before he could fire. The next moment, the shotgun was already pressed against his torso.

BANG!

The recoil barely moved her as his body went limp, collapsing right in front of her.

The last one clearly hesitated. All of his friends were dead and he would too.

Elaine raised her shotgun and pulled the trigger without giving him the chance to think.

BANG!

Silence followed. The alarm still screamed in the background, the red light still flickering, but the movement was gone.

Elaine stood there for a moment, her chest rising slowly as she looked at the bodies scattered around the stairs and hallway, blood pooling beneath them, the metallic scent filling the air.

"Done," she muttered. Not even a sweat on her temple.