Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 124

The rain finally died down.

The sky hadn’t cleared yet, but the clouds were thinning out. The storm was finally breaking. Josie clapped her hands, rounding everyone up. “Alright, let’s move. Time to go hunting.”

The others geared up instantly, weapons ready.

While Josie looked totally chill, the squad was pure professional–sharp, disciplined, and perfectly in sync. Josie took the lead, with the Blue Owl Squad trailing right behind her.

Winnie stood at the back, waving them off.

Once they were gone, Winnie had to get to

Work.

Feeding a crowd like this was no easy task, but she

massive dinner to prep for the team.

ready for it.

she could cook for a hundred people if she had to.

But with the kind of pay they were hug eh ing this late had

offering,

Yeah, the money was just that good.

Winnie decid

The Blue Owl Squad had made it official: five Tier–1 Undead Cores a day in exchange for three square meals.

Winnie didn’t even have to think about

it

She took the deal.

It felt amazing to actually earn her own keep for once.

The streets were empty now. The rain had cleared out all the slow, brainless Basic Undead that used to wander around.

They hadn’t just vanished, though. They’d evolved into Tier–ls and moved on to new hunting grounds.

If they weren’t evolving, they were being hunted by mutated plants and animals–turned into nothing more than fertilizer.

The world had shifted. It wasn’t just a human playground anymore; it was a three–way war for survival.

And things were about to get a lot messier.

“Where to first?” Zane asked.

Josie tilted her chin toward the horizon. “The commercial district. It’s crawling with undead. We can go all out without wasting time hunting them down one by one.”

“Got it,” Zane agreed immediately.

The Blue Owl Squad were spec ops. They lived for the “impossible.” To them, Josie picking ‘Hell Mode‘ right out of the gate wasn’t crazy–it was exactly where they belonged.

They hit the commercial district in no time.

This area sat on higher ground. Most of the floodwater had drained off toward the residential blocks, leaving the streets here relatively clear. Which meant the place was packed with undead.

The second they showed up, the horde went ballistic.

Gurgle… Hiss… The undead twisted their stiff, rotting limbs and started shuffling toward them.

Josie’s eyes narrowed. She spotted them–several Tier–2s hiding in the crowd, moving with a predatory speed the others lacked.

The storm had barely passed, and Tier–2s were already evolving en masse.

That wasn’t a good sign. Not at all.

**

The rain had kept them grounded, and her metallic power was still stuck, hoyering right on the edge of Tier–3.

If the undead hit Tier–3 before she did, they were all dead meat.

“Enough talk. Let’s move!” Josie barked. She threw her hands out. Dozens of golden daggers materialized, circling her twice before flying toward the horde like they had a mind of their own.

The rest of the team cut loose, unleashing their own superpowers and tearing into the pack.

The front line did the killing, while the pyros in the back handled the burning.

They pooled every core they harvested. They’d split the loot once they got back,

As the flames died down, the ground sparkled with colorful undead cores. It was actually a beautiful sight.

There was definitely power in numbers.

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