Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 57

She didn’t trust a soul.

Let’s talk payment,” Josie said. “As you can see, we’ve got it good here. It’s quiet, we’re comfortable, and we aren’t hurting for food or gear. Life is sweet. f you want me to move, the price has to be right.”

My clearance lets me give you fifty tons of grain, max. If you want something else, we can talk,” Zane replied. He didn’t blink. “Meds, gas–take your

sick.”

So you’ve already locked down the meds and the gas? Josie asked.

Yeah. Zane nodded. “We seized control of those the second the world ended. Everything else is negotiable, but meds and gas? We’re burning through

vhat’s left.”

We took over the big pharma companies and the gas stations. Grain is the last piece of the puzzle.”

Work with us, and we’ll take care of you.”

At the end of the day, we’re all on the same side. We’re still human.”

Fifty tons is a joke,” Josie said. “I don’t need fifty tons of grain.”

Tell you what. I want fifty tons of gas or diesel. Throw in two solar power setups and two backup generators. And I want a stockpile of meds.”

osie Had just hit a massive cold storage warehouse. Between that and the supplies she’d swiped from June and those other suckers, she was set. Food vas the last thing she needed.

But Zane was right about one thing–fuel and medicine were finite. Every drop used was a drop gone forever.

The way the world was looking, the chances of getting factories back online to produce more were basically zero.

Even though that rich brat had a decent stash, in this world, more was always better.

Done, Zane said, not even hesitating. “When can you move? Now would be best. We’re on a tight clock.”

Fine, Josie nodded. “Wait for me at the bottom of the hill. I need to get things in order here first.”

You got it. Zane didn’t waste another second. He turned and headed down the trail.

osie walked back into the camp and looked at Winnie. “I’m heading out for a few days. Can you handle things here on your own?”

Vinnie shook her head fast, her eyes bright. “I’m good! I’ll do whatever you say, Boss!”

You’re staying in the RV for the next few days. Your only job is to cook. Fill the fridge,” Josie said. “I’ll be back in three or four days. Keep yourself safe ‘d hate to come back and find an Undead Personal Chef waiting for me.”

Got it! Winnie beamed. Yes, Boss!”

Alright, I’m out.” Josie grabbed the food Winnie had packed for her, tossed it into her Space, and headed down the hill.

Watching Josie’s back, Winnie clenched her fists. I’m going to be the best chef ever. Boss is protecting me, and I’m going to earn my keep!

Down at the bottom of the hill, Zane was leaning against his truck, mid–smoke.

As soon as he saw Josie coming, he killed the cigarette and crushed it into the dirt with his boot.

I want cigarettes too, Josie said, eyeing the crushed butt. “high–end, budget brands–I want it all.”

‘You smoke? Zane asked.

‘No. But it’s hard currency,” Josie replied coolly. Soon, tobacco is going to be worth more than gold.”

Zane looked down at the wasted cigarette under his foot, gritted his teeth, and climbed into the driver’s seat,

He slammed it into gear, and they tore off down the road.

The Fort City grain depot sat right on the edge of the city.

It wasn’t a long drive from where Josie was staying.

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