Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Whatever’s left, we’ll come back for on the second run!” June commanded, her voice echoing through the massive, looted warehouse.

One of the seasoned musclemen spoke up, adjusting his rifle sling. “Miss Quinn, why don’t we just take over this whole facility? It’s huge, it’s defensible, and the doors are solid. Why not just kill the staff and stay?”

“Because we’re outnumbered by the millions out there, and we don’t have enough heavy artillery to hold a perimeter this large!” June snapped, glaring at him. “We could have easily held this location if our primary private warehouse hadn’t been looted blind!”

Her face twisted into a terrifying mask of pure, unadulterated rage, her perfect teeth grinding together. “But without our heavy weapons, we have to keep our heads down and stay under the radar!”

“When I find the bastard who robbed our vault,” June hissed, her voice trembling with hatred, “I’m going to make them beg for a quick death.”

“Damn right,” Victor growled. The arrogant heir was fuming, his face turning a dangerous shade of red. “I’ll tear them apart limb from fcking limb. I dumped every cent I had into that stash. I’m going to make sure they die screaming!”

Victor wasn’t a self–made mogul. He was a trust–fund brat. He had an older brother–the golden, brilliant child who was strictly groomed to inherit the multi–billion dollar family empire.

Victor had liquidated every asset he secretly controlled right at the start of the apocalypse to build that ultimate stash. If he failed now, if he lost his leverage, how the hell was he ever going to compete with his powerful brother in this new world?

While the two of them stood in the ruined supermarket, busy fueling their toxic hatred, the woman they were currently cursing to hell had already made it back to her childhood apartment complex.

The second Josie’s armored SUV pulled up to the gated residential complex, the deafening sound reached her ears.

The guttural, bone–chilling, wet roars of the Undead were everywhere.

This was a massive, high–end residential development, boasting over a thousand luxury units. When the outbreak hit in the dead of night, the highly contagious infection had torn through the densely packed crowds like a wildfire in a dry forest.

One entire high–rise building had already been completely wiped out. Total, suffocating silence hung over it. Not a single living soul remained inside.

Gurgle. Hiss.

The Undead caught the scent of fresh meat instantly.

A Super had arrived. The rich, energy–dense scent of a Tier–1 Metallic sent the horde into an absolute frenzy. They locked their glowing, dead eyes onto Josie and swarmed the gates.

Josie didn’t even bother reaching into her Spatial Vault for her heavy Legendary Blade.

She calmly walked over to the manicured landscaping, gripped a thick, solid oak sapling as thick as a grown man’s wrist od ropped it completely out of the dirt, roots and all.

She swung it like a massive, brutal baseball bat.

CRACK, SNAP. THWACK.

She swatted the rotting monsters like they were annoying flies. One came lunging for her throat, she leveled its skull with a sickening crunch. A pair of them rushed her blind side, and she smashed them both into the pavement in a single, devastating arc

It was like sweeping away garbage. One heavy, perfectly calculated swing, and the whole front pack went flying into the brick walls, their bodies

shattered.

‘Hey! Girl! We’ve got more of those freaks over here! Get your ass over here and clear them out!‘ a frantic voice yelled from a third floor balcony

above.

Seeing her effortlessly slaughter the monsters, the terrified resident shouted down, his voice desperate, arrogam, and demanding Ill give you ten bucks for every one of those things you kill! Hurry up!‘

Josie didn’t even look up at the pathetic idiot.

Ten bucks a head?

Did he think she was some cheap, desperate street scavenger? In a world where money was already nothing but useless, bloody paper?

If he still couldn’t see how the world worked by now, he deserved to be wiped out by the horde.

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Most of the things roaming the streets right now were just Basic Tier Undead.

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Basic Undead were a complete joke. Their joints were stiff, their movements were sluggish, and their rotting bodies were incredibly brittle. Even a weak voman or a brave kid with a sturdy stick could knock their heads off if they kept their cool.

et alone a grown–as man shouting from a luxury balcony.

The guy barking orders at Josie was a healthy, able–bodied man in his early thirties. He was perfectly capable of taking those Undead out himself. He vas just being a lazy, entitled coward, hoping for a miracle, or maybe he thought he was too “high–class” for grunt work.

He was actively throwing away the absolute last act of mercy the universe would ever offer humanity.

Basic Undead were nothing more than training wheels–slow, fragile target practice for humanity to level up before the real monsters arrived.

n her past life, Josie had seen plenty of legendary badasses who didn’t possess a single superpower. They survived and carved out a terrifying name for hemselves through raw, brutal strength and combat skills alone.

Every single one of them had started right here, hunting Basic Undead in the streets to sharpen their lethal instincts. They got stronger, one bloody kill t a time.

That was exactly how she had survived ten years of hell, wasn’t it?

But Josie wasn’t going to waste her breath explaining the mechanics of the apocalypse to some entitled prick on a balcony.

They wouldn’t listen anyway. And frankly, why the hell should she care if they lived or died?

After ten years in the fighting pits, her heart had turned to solid stone.

n her first life, she had lived like a punching bag–miserable, pathetic, and desperate for validation.

This time, she wanted absolute freedom. She wanted to be stronger than anyone else breathing on this planet. She was going to own her own fate, and he’d crush anyone who tried to stop her.

In this life, no one would ever control her again.

Anyone in my way? Dead.

osie effortlessly cleared a bloody path through the horde of undead and made it back to her twelfth–floor apartment without breaking a single drop of

weat.

his was the house her mother had bought. She’d paid for it with her own blood, sweat, and tears. Every single thing inside–every plush chair, every elicate plate–had been hand–picked by her mother.

lut after she died, Arthur and Sylvia moved in. They brought their disgusting junk, trashing the warmth and the memories that once filled these walls.

gutted her to leave it behind, but Josie knew she couldn’t stay.

The undead outside were multiplying. Fast.

Once the Tier–1 Undead fully evolved and started swarming the streets, getting out of a high–rise building would be an absolute death sentence.

psie raised her hand. With a quick, emotional flick of her wrist, she swept the antique furniture, the photo albums, and all the kitchenware her mother

ad loved directly into her Spatial Vault.

They were more than just things. They were all she had left of the only person who had ever truly loved her.

She’d keep them forever.

With the house stripped bare, Josie turned for the front door, not casting a single glance back at the empty rooms.

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