Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

While Josie was cruising through the ruined streets in a stolen, multi–million dollar armored SUV, June and Victor were out on a desperate, high–stakes cavenging spree of their own.

They had chosen a massive international wholesale club on the far edge of the suburban sprawl.

Since it was miles away from the dense city center, it hadn’t been hit by the chaotic, panicked crowds yet. The Undead presence was minimal, making it he perfect, untouched target for a crew trying to rebuild a lost empire.

The second Victor’s heavily armed convoy rolled into the parking lot, his men moved like a highly trained cartel. They blocked the surrounding roads with heavy transport trucks, locking down the perimeter. They weren’t letting a single outsider get close to their prize.

Who the hell are you people?! What do you think you’re doing?!”

The terrified store manager watched in sheer, unadulterated horror as the group stormed through the automatic doors like a pack of rabid wolves. Victor’s men didn’t even grab shopping carts. They were wrecking the place, violently sweeping every single item they could see off the heavy industrial helves and hurling it into massive duffel bags.

This wasn’t shopping. This was a hostile takeover. A straight–up, daylight heist.

The few civilian shoppers trapped inside the store weren’t used to this kind of raw, apocalyptic brutality yet. They just stood there, shell–shocked, lutching their half–empty baskets as men with assault rifles pushed past them.

t took the crew clearing out three entire aisles of canned goods before the staff finally snapped out of their paralyzing fear.

Stop! Stop right now, or I swear to God I’m calling 911!” the manager shrieked, his voice cracking as he reached for the landline on a nearby checkout

counter.

une didn’t even look up. Her face was a mask of cold, calculating efficiency as she moved down the baking aisle, violently grabbing fifty–pound bags of ugar, sea salt, and massive crates of vacuum–sealed hardtack.

These were the true essentials. In the brutal, unforgiving world to come, basic calories and preservatives were going to be worth more than pure gold.

Right then, a brave, desperate store clerk lunged forward, trying to yank a heavy bag of flour out of June’s manicured hands. “Drop it! Put everything back right now, lady!”

une didn’t blink. She didn’t hesitate.

With a sickening thud, she shoved the heavy bag directly into his chest, knocking the wind out of him, and drove the heel of her designer boot hard into

is shin.

The clerk crumpled to the floor with a groan.

une stared down at him, her eyes as cold as dead ice. “Stay out of my way,” she hissed, her voice dropping to a terrifying, venomous whooper ‘Or Ill cking kill you.”

You–you btch! The clerk gasped, shaking with rage and pain as he scrambled backward. “You think the law doesn’t apply to you? You can’t just do his! The police will-‘

une turned her back on him, looking toward the arrogant heir standing by the shattered electronics display.

Victor, this isn’t working. It’s too slow,” June called out, her voice loud and commanding. “Have your guys round up all the employees and the customers. Lock them down. Keep them under guard in the back office. We can’t have them screaming and messing up our haul.”

She turned back, shooting a freezing, homicidal glare at the clerk still trying to block the aisle.

“If they put up a fight,” she added flatly, her voice ringing clear over the sound of breaking glass. “Shoot them.”

Those few words, spoken so casually by a girl who looked like a high–fashion model, instantly silenced the angry, protesting staff.

The brutal reality finally sank in. These people weren’t just panicked looters. They were dangerous, organized, and heavily armed.

The store manager was the only one with half a brain left. Sensing the situation was spiraling toward a bloodbath, he slowly backed away, his trembling hand reaching into his pocket to secretly dial 911 on his cell phone.

June’s eyes snapped to him like a hawk spotting a rabbit.

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