Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Josie casually picked at her ear, her face a mask of absolute, bored irritation.

God, this woman was fcking annoying.

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As Brenda opened her mouth, inhaling deeply to start screeching another wave of self–righteous, moralistic garbage, Josie didn’t hesitate.

She didn’t summon her blade. She didn’t use her powers. She just wound up her arm and backhanded the shrieking woman directly across her heavily made–up face.

CRACK.

The sickening sound of skin hitting skin echoed down the sterile luxury hallway.

The busybody was sent flying backward, hitting the carpeted floor hard, her expensive heels scrambling uselessly against the plush fabric.

Keep screaming like a banshee, and I’ll toss your as downstairs to feed the Undead myself,” Josie said, her voice dropping to a low, deadly, ice–cold whisper. She stared down at the stunned woman with absolute contempt. “Go ahead, Brenda. Try me.”

Brenda scrambled off the ground, her cheek already swelling into an angry, bright red welt, her face twisting with a mix of primal terror and pure, entitled rage.

She didn’t dare say another word to Josie’s face. Instead, she whipped out her expensive smartphone, her trembling fingers filming Josie like a

nadwoman.

she slammed the ‘Send‘ button, instantly uploading the blurry video to the Highland Heights Community WhatsApp group.

Everyone, look! We’ve got a total psycho in Building 3! She’s trying to murder her own parents! She hacked their legs off! Help!”

The massive, exclusive group chat blew up instantly. Hundreds of notifications flooded the screen.

A wave of self–righteous moral crusaders jumped in, dogpiling on Josie from the safety of their locked luxury apartments.

This is sick! How can anyone lay a hand on their own parents? Call the cops right now! Lock that animal up!”

Seriously. Does she think she can just do whatever she wants because things are a little messy outside? The military cleanup crews are already out there aking care of those mindless freaks. The government will have everything back to normal in no time!”

People like her don’t belong in this community. We pay a premium for security! Kick her out!”

Someone go down to the courtyard and tell the soldiers! Have them haul Josie away before she kills someone else!”

The entitled hatred in the chat reached a fever pitch. One particular neighbor, a tech–bro named Gareth, actually ran outside his ground–floor unit to ind the heavily armed squad clearing the Undead from the manicured lawns,

Hey! You guys need to get up to Unit 1203 in Building 3 right now! Something horrible is happening!” Gareth shouted, waving his arms frantically at a assing soldier. The daughter… she’s a total psycho! She hacked her parents‘ legs off!”

The soldier in charge didn’t even look up from his rifle sights. His voice was flat, exhausted, and ice–cold. ‘Our mission is to clear the infected from the erimeter, sir. Not to deal with domestic disputes. You want a cop? Go find one

If calling 911 actually worked right now, why the hell would I be talking to you?!” Gareth barked, getting instantly heated, his face flushing red. “My tas lollars pay your damn salary! We pay for your expensive gear and your food, and the second we ask you to do your basic jobs, you start making

ureaucratic excuses-

fe kept ranting, his mouth full of arrogant, entitled insults.

The squad leader in charge of the cleanup just scowled, lowering his weapon. He didn’t even bother looking at the man’s angry face. Instead, he stared off into the distance, beyond the high walls of the complex, his eyes heavy with dark, suffocating dread

fe didn’t have time for this entitled bullsht.

The people living in these gated, luxury communities had absolutely no feking clue how bad things had gotten outside their pristine walls.

There were too many Undead. Millions of them. A literal ocean of rotting, screaming corpses.

You couldn’t kill them fast enough.

f Highland Heights wasn’t so strategically close to the new Military Command HQ, they wouldn’t have even bothered sending a squad to clear the rea. They would have left these rich idiots to rot.

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That’s right. The military had officially classified them. These things were mindless, terrifying monsters that lived for nothing but the primal instinct to bite, infect, and eat.

This was a neighborhood full of upper–middle–class clites, trust–fund kids, and tech CEOs. They were all arrogant as hell, looking down their noses at everyone in uniform, throwing the word “taxpayer” around like it was an invincible magic shield against the apocalypse.

In reality, every single one of them was utterly useless. Dead weight.

The world was literally ending, millions were dying agonizing deaths, and these people were still hiding behind their wrought–iron fences, acting like they ran the damn country.

The highways were permanently blocked. All communications with the federal government were dead.

Every city had become an isolated island. No intel, no backup, no hope. Everyone was entirely on their own now.

But no one in the military had any real experience fighting a coordinated, evolving Undead horde yet. They were just winging it, dying by the housands, figuring things out as they went.

The squad leader had already lost half his good men trying to clear just this one sector.

Many of the monsters they were currently putting down had been their own brothers–in–arms–men they’d trained with, bled with, and trusted just yesterday morning. Now, they had to choke back bile and tears while they hacked off their friends‘ heads and burned the infected remains to ash.

The cleanup crew looked grim, their faces numb and haunted.

Gareth, the entitled neighbor who had been screaming complaints, finally saw the dead, hollow look in the soldiers‘ eyes. He realized that no one was aying him any attention, and stomped off, cursing loudly under his breath.

The second he got back into the safety of his apartment, he blew up the neighborhood WhatsApp group: “Josie, you violent btch! The military is too >usy dealing with the freaks outside, but you better hope I don’t run into you in the hallway. I’ll beat the living sht out of you myself!”

osie happened to be scrolling casually through her phone for local news updates when the massive block of text popped up on her screen.

A dark, terrifying smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Oh? Is that right?

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