Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 12

While June plotted her revenge in the shadows, the entire world was spiraling into pure, uncontrollable madness.

In every major city, in every dark corner, the exact same nightmare was playing out.

Couples who had been deeply in love just hours ago were now tearing into each other’s throats. Screams echoed through once–happy suburban homes. Parents and children were being ripped apart and devoured by the very people they trusted most, leaving nothing but blood–stained bones behind.

The military wasn’t spared, either. No army on Earth was safe.

The top brass were hitting the Turning, too. Command seats went empty in seconds, the chain of command snapped, and suddenly, no one was in charge. From the top down, everything descended into chaos.

On a massive digital billboard in the center of Times Square, a news reporter was broadcasting live from the scene of a massive highway pileup.

The authorities are urging everyone to remain calm-*

Suddenly, a figure lunged from the shadows. A man with milky white eyes tackled the reporter to the pavement and sank his rotting teeth directly into her jugular.

The gorgeous reporter let out a blood–curdling scream. Blood sprayed across the camera lens.

The cameraman panicked, swinging his heavy rig and slamming it into the attacker, sending the monster flying. It gave the reporter just enough time to scramble backward, clutching her bleeding throat.

Jen, are you okay?!” the cameraman shouted, his voice shaking. “Sht, you’re bleeding! We need to get you a medic!”

‘I’m fine… I just… I don’t feel so good…” the reporter gasped. Her eyes widened in terror. I… ghrk… hrrrgh…”

It took less than three minutes. Right there on live television, millions of viewers watched in paralyzed horror as the beautiful reporter convulsed, her skin turning an ashen gray before she let out a guttural snarl and lunged directly at the cameraman.

The feed cut to black.

But it was too late. The truth was out.

The authorities could no longer spin it as a ‘freak accident” or a “viral outbreak.” The Undead were real.

The world wasn’t just falling apart; it was actively trying to consume itself.

In this new, blood–soaked reality, the rules of society evaporated. A cheap plastic lighter, which meant nothing yesterday, was now worth a human life. The more mundane the product, the more valuable it became.

Because once the world ended, the factories died too.

Josie knew this better than anyone.

While the rest of the city was screaming, bleeding, and dying, Josie was thriving.

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She pulled up to a massive, multi–story garment mega–mall. What should have been a buzzing hub of fashion and commerce was now dead silent.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Her ten years of apocalyptic instincts flared. Her gut told her two things: First, there was top–tier loot inside. Second, there were enemies waiting in the dark.

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