Chapter 6
One day before the apocalypse.
8:00 PM.
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It felt like any other quiet, crisp night in the city. But Josie knew better. After tonight, the peace would vanish forever.
War. Death. Pure, unadulterated survival. That was the only future left.
Josie stood on the edge of Victor’s private industrial park, decked out in black tactical gear. A black hoodie, a face mask, and combat pants. She was a ghost, completely swallowed by the shadows.
Her eyes were locked on her target.
Fifty yards ahead, Victor and June were doing a final inventory check.
With Victor’s endless cash, June had built an insane stockpile in just one week. It was even bigger, more luxurious, and more detailed than what Josie had hoarded herself.
Gourmet food, tactical gear, heavy winter clothing. They even had a custom–armored RV waiting inside, bristling with reinforced steel and solar panels.
With that RV, Josie wouldn’t even need to build a safe house. It was a fortress on wheels.
Honestly, Josie could hide in her vault forever and never run out of food.
But hiding? Not a chance.
In this world, survival meant fighting. To the bitter end. Ten years of carnage in her past life had etched violence into her very soul. She wasn’t the type to crawl into a hole and wait to die.
Taking what I want–that is my true nature.
Victor and June stood before the massive haul, letting out a long breath of relief.
‘Perfect. With all this, even if the world goes to hell, we can build an army and run this place,” Victor said, his ego practically leaking from his pores.
‘Exactly, Victor. I can’t believe you actually managed to get illegal firearms,” June purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. “My family will back you all the way. You’re going to be a warlord.”
‘I love the sound of that,” Victor grinned, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming over her body. “Don’t worry, June. We’re going to rule this kingdom together.‘
They both looked so satisfied. So arrogant.
Josie’s grin widened in the dark.
Once the inventory was done, Victor didn’t waste a second. He deployed a hundred–man, heavily armed security detail. They locked the warehouse down tight. Security cameras were rigged everywhere–360–degree coverage, zero blind spots.
Guards patrolled 24/7. Strict orders: nothing gets in, nothing gets out. It was airtight.
2:30 AM.
The dead of night. The witching hour. The exact moment when even elite guards start to nod off and their reaction times plummet.
Josie chugged a Red Bull, crushed the can, and tossed it into her spatial storage.
She blurred, moving through the dark like a predator until she was right behind a guard on patrol.
CRACK.
A sharp, brutal strike to the neck. The man crumpled without making a single sound.
Josie dragged him into the shadows and stripped his uniform. Fifty seconds later, she stepped out, blending perfectly into the patrol line, inching her way toward the main warehouse.
Tripp! What the hell are you doing?” a captain barked, his flashlight sweeping over her. He spotted her heading the wrong way. “That sector isn’t our job tonight! Get back in line!”
Josie kept her head down and grunted, mimicking a deep, rough voice. “Gotta piss.”
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The damn woods are right there! Go hit a tree!” the captain growled, waving her off. “Hurry it up!”
On it,” Josie grunted. She turned and headed straight for the massive steel doors of the warehouse.
Josie reached the side of the building in no time. She pressed her bare palm against the cold metal wall.
Store, she commanded in her head.
Fail.
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Her Spatial Superpower was still at the Basic Tier. She wasn’t high–level enough to pull things through solid walls yet. She had to physically touch the tems to suck them into the void.
Total pain in the ass.
She cursed the hassle, but her hands didn’t slow down. One guard. One cut. She dropped the remaining sentries watching the doors like they were nothing, letting their bodies slide quietly to the concrete.
She stood before the main entrance. It was a beast. Loaded with mechanical deadbolts, smart locks, and a biometric fingerprint scanner.
No key, no code, no entry.
But was Josie the type to do things by the book?
Hell no.
osie whipped her heavy Legendary Blade out of her void space. She planted her feet, gripped the hilt with both hands, and swung with everything she
CLANG!
Sparks flew. The impact sent a painful shockwave up her arms.
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