The made their way home.

They stopped running once they reached town, their mounted pursuers either unable to navigate their vehicles through the cluttered checkpoint, or distracted by the treasure trove of weapon left behind. Taking a minute to catch their breath, they continued on, adrenaline still spiking their veins, their hearts pounding. They checked behind their back frequently, scanning for any signs of the raiders, but none came, and they finally reached the safety of the house.

Olivia was at the door, eyes widening at their new companion, her expression turning from worry to surprise. “Who’s this?” she asked.

Greg grumbled. "A mistake. That's who." He pushed past her and stormed into the house, leaving Noah alone with the girls. Olivia turned to Noah, expecting an explanation. He told her about Eunhwa's situation and their run-in with the raiders at the police checkpoint.

Eunhwa stood silently, observing their interaction with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. She seemed to be sizing up the dynamics of their relationship. Noah felt a pang of guilt as the young girl's eyes flicked between him and his wife, a hint of jealousy in her expression.

Olivia was more welcoming however, reaching out and pulling Eunhwa into an embrace. "Oh you poor thing, you must have been terrified. Come, let me show you the shower and a change of clothes, get you settled in." Her voice was warm, comforting, her nurturing nature shining through the stress of the situation.

"I can't thank you enough," Eunhwa said, her voice cracking. "I thought I'd never find anyone again." As they walked into the house, she glanced back at Noah, her lips quirking into a small, appreciative smile.

Noah let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, and as they ascended the staircase he couldn't help but look at the two figures - Olivia's tall, curvy frame contrasting with Eunhwa's lean and petite form.

Greg, having put down his newfound shotgun and collapsed into the armchair, smirked at him. "I know that look, you fucking horndog."

Noah scowled and shook his head. "Don't start."

"It'll be like a fuckin’ harem for you," Greg said, his voice tinged with lust. "A blonde and a silver-haired whore, all for you to play with. I can see why you brought her back now. Not sure I wouldn't have done the same. But don't forget to share, will ya?"

"Stop," Noah warned. "Olivia's not like that. Don't even joke about it. You're talking about my wife, remember."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember. But that cute little fucktoy... she's fair game, right?" He laughed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and grinning widely.

Noah sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying not to think too much about the implications of his words. And yet, as he laid down on the sofa and drifted off to an exhausted sleep, he couldn't help but think about going out scavenging with the feisty, silver-haired girl, just the two of them in a deserted town.