Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251

Chapter 251

All they wanted was a warm spot and a full stomach.

If they could just eat one real meal, they’d be fine with dying right after.

“Move it!” the man in the back barked, hiding safely behind the crowd. He snapped a whip. “Break down that gate! Once we’re inside, everything in there is ours!”

“I heard they’ve got endless food in there, heaters to keep you cozy, and some sweet–smelling girls just waiting!”

“Just break through, and everything inside is ours!”

The crowd of numb, hollow survivors heard “food” and “warmth,” and their dead eyes suddenly snapped to life with a feral/beast–like hunger

Nobody makes it this far in a hellscape like this by being a saint.

The “good people” were long gone–skinned, butchered, and eaten alive ages ago.

“Go!”

Crash!

The mob lost it, charging forward with reckless desperation.

They didn’t have weapons. They just used their bodies like battering rams.

“Here they come,” Zane said, his voice cold as ice. “Remember, they aren’t ‘civilians‘ anymore. They aren’t even human. Everyone, lock o Light ‘em up!”

Rat–tat–tat–tat! The guns on the wall roared the second the command left his lips.

The ammo belts on the heavy machine guns zipped through the feeds, clicking and snapping at high speed.

In seconds, the ground was buried under a pile of hot, smoking brass.

The mob outside was getting shredded. If they didn’t step on a landmine and get blown to pieces, the wall of lead from above tore them apart.

The pristine white snow turned into a sea of deep, sickening red in an instant.

Josie stood at the highest point, watching them rush toward their deaths in waves. It had been a long time since she’d seen a sight like this.

In her past life, she’d clawed her way out of mountains of corpses just like this.

She’d done everything–anything–just to stay alive.

Morality? Mercy? Don’t make me laugh. Not when your life is on the line.

Those things didn’t exist here.

It was a zero–sum game. Kill or be killed.

Nobody wanted to die.

So if you wanted to live, someone else had to go down.

Josie raised her hand, staring at the lines on her palm.

More people had died at her hands than there were lines on her skin. She’d lost count a long time ago.

Some of them had even been her allies. People she’d fought side–by–side with.

But so what?

The second someone swings a weapon at you, it’s kill or be killed. No other options.

Josie grabbed a rifle from one of her guys and didn’t even blink. She pulled the trigger and let it rip, spraying the crowd below

As for the people outside the gates? They were dead meat.

With only forty–odd members, the Blue Owl Squad held every single defensive line without breaking a sweat

they swapped weapons with insane speed. It didn’t matter what they were holding; they were pros with everything

Quinshaw Base was small, sure, but with a crew that tight, they were a fortress.

They held the line. Every single inch of it.

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