Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Later that day, nearly lunch time, she finally had the time to reply to the other two.

She texted both of them little by little about her 'dreams' including reminders of what to do if such a thing happened.

[In my dream, there were zombies... they could only be killed if their heads were taken off their bodies or taking off their spines. Even shooting their heads didn't work...]

They would reply comforting words and naturally not think too much, but she believed if she told them often, they would remember it subconsciously.

She knew Cauis didn't fully believe that the dream would come true. At least, he hoped it wasn't.

Who wouldn't?

She even added prompts for them to remember better.

[In the dream I found weird crystals in their hearts. Very beautiful and I think they help make the dream-me more powerful. If you see them you should collect them, you know?]

[You should always have emergency food and supplies everywhere, I think just in case.]

"Lunch is ready." Kaize said, knocking on the door to call her, wearing only her small pink apron and nothing else.

She couldn't help but admire his lean muscles and great form, barely hidden behind the small apron.

If his fans saw this, they'd go insane.

She was hungry though, so all that was in her head was the food.

The meal was a very rich noodle of sorts and it didn't look too appetizing, but the taste was surprisingly good.

"This is very nice." She said and Kaize's eyes brightened and he leaned down, using the table as support.

"I worked very hard to do that." He said and he felt it was an understatement. "I don't really cook, you know."

Khalifa then looked at him and smiled, fascinating him. He soon caught himself and looked at her hotly.

"Do I get a reward?" He asked, voice sounding very sultry. Khalifa rolled her eyes and just gave him a tentative kiss on the cheek.

Kaize's eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to capture her lips, kiss deepening.

His tongue gently chewed on hers, gently rolling, changing his angle often for maximum sensation.

He also grabbed her hand and put it on his very hard member behind the apron.

It was hard as a rock.

But Khalifa was already cleaned up and wasn't in the mood. She was set to do productive things for the day.

However, she acknowledged his hard work so she didn't take back her hand and moved her hand.

She slid her soft hand from the base to the tip, rubbing the leaking slit at the end, and adding pressure occasionally.

"Hmmm…" he moaned out, and Kaize's body bent a bit as she pumped him faster and faster.

"Ughh!" Kaize groaned, his head on her shoulder. He struggled to lift his head as she played with his shaft, and he captured her lips for an intense kiss.

She continued to pump him with her hand, his hips meeting her movements, their tongues danced in rhythm. Incredibly sensual.

About a hundred of strokes later, he finally couldn't hold in his seeds and abruptly exploded. She barely managed to direct the shot somewhere else.

It ended up landing on her legs.

Before she could complain about the mess, Kaize lifted her up to the table and hugged her for a very, very, deep kissing session.

She didn't know how she suddenly lost her panties, but the next thing she knew it was already on the floor.

As such, her plans were, unfortunately, delayed for another hour.

***

Khalifa sat at a study table, taking out a pen and paper to summarize what she knew.

The book mentioned certain cities that fell immediately were City B, D, and F. The rest lasted a bit longer, especially City A, where the Peace Base of the heroine and her heroes resided.

The storyline in the book lasted a few years, and they hadn't ended zombies yet.

Technically speaking, it was an open ending of sorts.

It was safe to assume she had to prepare materials, at least those she cannot produce herself, to last her a decade.

She, Cauis, and Kaize had already prepared a lot of them. But she still had to consider they may eventually be grouped with other people.

They could also get enough to supply more people.

They wouldn't be free, of course. She read in the books that there would still be currency, the crystal core, and she could sell the supplies for those.

Objectively speaking, her space wasn't big, but not too small either. She just needed to forget about the luxury space she had before to feel peace with this small one.

It was already a blessing to still have it. After all, in the story, there was no mention of space or space abilities at all.

But as she summarized the events of the book, she realized she seemed to have forgotten something.

Something very essential.

Weapons.

Powers wouldn't appear from the beginning. She didn't even know if she'd awaken it.

While pitiful for a powerful mage to be reborn in a body that may not be able to have either magic or supernatural abilities, she wasn't arrogant enough to think the world would always be in her favor.

So…they still needed weapons.

Which was a problem because it was illegal to hold weapons in her country.

Kaize, now fortunately dressed, saw that her eyebrows were furrowed and kissed her forehead. "What's wrong, love?"

She raised her head and looked at him worriedly. "We don't have weapons…"

Kaize's eyebrows rose at this, letting out a slight grin. "I can help you with weapons."

She looked at him, puzzled. "You?"

He laughed and pinched her cute nose. He paused and looked at her mysteriously.

"My childhood wasn't sunshine and rainbows either you know." He said, smiling, before looking out with some sort of nostalgia in her eyes.

"I made some questionable friends."

Khalifa was very curious. "Oh? What kind?"

He grinned, placing another chaste kiss on the side of her lips. "The type that could get us weapons."