Dark Queen Of Apocalypse (by Morgan Hale) novel Chapter 292

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Chapter 292

Chapter 292

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Suddenly, Ruth froze, as if she’d just remembered what she was here for in the first place.

She whipped off her outer jacket, spread it out on the floor, and dumped all the goodies in at once.

There were way too many snacks on the table for the jacket to hold, so she just plopped down on the floor, set the packed stash aside, and started shoveling the rest into her mouth.

Her eyes darted everywhere, and the moment she spotted the snacks in Chiara’s hand, she snatched them and crammed them straight into her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed out with every bite, making her look just like a croaking toad.

Ruth was stuffing food down so fast that it got lodged in her throat. She started choking, her eyes going white as she gasped for air.

Filip was holding a cold drink when Ruth lunged to grab it. He dodged, making her miss and slam right into the table corner with a loud thud. Her forehead instantly swelled up and started bleeding a little.

Filip shot her a cold look. “Serves you right.”

Ruth hit the floor, spitting out a mess of half–chewed food that splattered all over the clean floor.

She looked up, glaring daggers at Filip, jabbing a finger at him, and cursing up a storm.

“You brat, how dare you shove me? Damn you, hope you get struck by lightning!”

The moment she brought up lightning, Filip stretched out his finger, and sparks of lightning danced around his fingertip.

Ruth froze mid–sentence. “Y–You’re a powered human?”

She might not dare to curse anymore, but Ruth still kept her chin up and kept acting out.

Ruth said, “I don’t care! The army said survivors can pick any cars, and I like this one. I’m taking it.

“These three are for my son and grandson. The rest of you can sleep on the floor.” She pointed at the three biggest beds.

Ruth added as her eyes darted toward the kitchen, “By the way, my eldest grandson hasn’t eaten in days. Is there any food left? Go make something for him, now!”

Everyone just watched with cold indifference, except Chiara. Her cheeks were burning red with fury.

“Weren’t you just after some snacks? Well, you’ve got your food now, so get lost already,” Chiara snapped.

Ruth locked her beady eyes on Chiara, grinning wide and showing off her nasty yellow teeth, the stench practically making the air shimmer.

“What a sweet girl you are. They say to save one life is to save the world entire. Well, you already saved me, so letting in three more folks shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Ruth said.

Chiara sprang to her feet, her face flushed with anger. “Get out right now, or don’t blame me for what happens next

She was really feeling it now. Letting someone in was a breeze, but kicking them out was a nightmare. She thought, Why would a moment of soft–heartedness let this stubborn old hag stick around as if she owned the place?

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I’d made my bed, so I’d have to lie in it.

Td brought this trouble on myself, so I’d have to deal with it.”

Chiara strode over to Ruth, grabbed her by the legs, and yanked her toward the door.

“Get out! We don’t want you here,” Chiara growled.

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She might look like just a kid, but Chiara was a powered human with a special power. She was way stronger than she looked.

Ruth kicked out with all her might, catching Chiara off guard and sending her sprawling to the floor.

“Murder! That little brat is trying to kill me! Help! Somebody help!” Ruth shrieked.

A man heard the ruckus outside and barreled straight into the Base Truck.

“Who the hell dares to mess with my mom? I’ll tear them apart,” the man shouted.

As soon as the door swung open, his eyes locked onto the scene inside. He was practically drooling with greed.

He was determined to claim this Base Truck for himself, no matter what.

As soon as Ruth saw her son coming in, she rolled her eyes back and collapsed dramatically, pretending to faint.

‘Mom…” the man cried out. His eyes burned with greed and hostility as he glared at everyone inside the Base Truck, swallowing hard.

He wanted everything: women, food, all of it.

What did you do to my mom? Why is she passed out? If you don’t give me a damn good reason, nobody’s getting out of here today, the man barked, his tone full of threat.

Clearly, this mother and son were old hands at this. They’d run this scam on many people before.

What do you want?” Chloe asked, her smile half–mocking.

The man looked the Base Truck up and down, swallowing hard. “Hand over this Base Truck to me.

And I’ll allow you to stay in it.”

Turn off the AC. It is wasting way too much power. And as for the cold drinks, you don’t touch them unless I give you bermission. His face twisted with annoyance.

His eyes locked onto the clear mini fridge nearby, stuffed with all sorts of cold drinks from before the apocalypse.

Chloe gave a light chuckle, running her fingers through the hair draped over her chest. And what it I don’t agree?”

David’s eyes bulged. ‘Don’t agree? Then we’ll take it up with the military

Everyone cracked up.

Emily laughed so hard she nearly doubled over, “Alright, let’s go talk to the military then

She knew that the guy was looking to the soldiers to back him up.

‘You…” the man sputtered.

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Right then, a loud ruckus started up outside, so everyone just headed out to check it out.

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Chloe didn’t waste a second. She grabbed Ruth, still faking her faint, and shoved her right out of the Base Truck.

Even as she was getting tossed out, Ruth hugged her jacket tight, making sure not a single snack slipped out.

“What’s going on?” Chloe asked.

Without hesitation, Chloe booted Ruth’s son right out the door, then stepped off the Base Truck herself, her face icy and annoyed.

The Base Truck was already surrounded by a bunch of survivors. At least a dozen, all looking sallow and skinny, their eyes practically glued to the vehicle with hungry desperation.

When Chloe stepped out of the Base Truck, everyone was stunned for a moment.

They thought, ‘She is gorgeous. Her clothes are spotless, and her hair is silky and smooth. Her cheeks are pale and perfect. It is obvious she was raised in luxury.

‘A girl like that must be some officer’s girlfriend.

‘Women like her always play the saint.”

Then, they all begged, “Kind girl, please, have a heart! Save us. Let us on the Base Truck!”

Chloe gave them a cold stare. “Sorry, we’re packed to capacity. Go over to the pickup trucks. They’ll be distributing compressed biscuits and water.”

A woman with a desperate look pleaded, “But they only give us one compressed biscuit each. That’s not nearly enough to keep us going.”

Chloe kept smirking. Looks like these people have already gotten their rations.

From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the survivors who hadn’t boarded the trucks yet. All eyes were glued to her Base Truck.

Chloe thought, ‘If I gave them an inch, they’d take a mile, and things would spiral out of control.

I have plenty of food, but I am not some bleeding–heart saint.‘

Ruth, who’d just been tossed out, cracked her eyes open and shot Chloe a venomous glare.

‘Damn girl, won’t let me on the Base Truck? Well, let’s see how you like it when things get messy, Ruth thought.

She started yelling at the top of her lungs, “Don’t listen to her! That Base Truck’s got AC, loads of food, fruit, cold drinks, and everything you could want!

“They’re eating like kings while all we get are compressed biscuits? That’s just not fair!

“Why do they get all the good stuff and we get nothing? We paid taxes, tool

“She’s so pretty. Bet she is some officer’s kept woman!”

The survivors hadn’t eaten in days, and they were starving and parched. Their nerves were stretched to the breaking point.

They were on the verge of snapping. One spark and they’d blow.

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With Ruth stirring the pot like that, it was as if pouring gasoline on a fire. Everyone exploded in an instant

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