Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 You talk too much

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salt air grew thicker as Joanna and Julian neared the coast an hour later, but the road ahead suddenly choked to a halt. A jagged roadblock of overturned cars and rusted chain-link fence barred the highway.

Behind the barrier sat a heavily armed biker gang. A small mound of piled bodies lay on the side. Some zombies, some travelers.

Beside their choppers stood a group of surviving women, huddled together like cattle. Their clothes were tattered, and their eyes held dead, vacant stares. They had been severely assaulted and broken by their captors. The true cruelty of the gang was on full display. One biker laughed, callously blowing cigarette smoke directly into a weeping woman’s face, while another casually backhanded a girl into the dirt just for stumbling. They treated the women not as humans, but as disposable property.

As the motorcycles idled, the gang’s heavy-set leader stepped forward, resting a thick hand on his holstered pistol. Beside him, a scarred enforcer with a spiked leather vest grinned wickedly.

“Look what we got here, boys!” the leader sneered, his voice booming over the rumble of the engines. “More gear, and another girl for the camp. Turn off the engines and step off the bikes, and maybe we’ll let the you

live.”

Joanna didn’t move an inch, her hands gripping the handlebars tightly. “Move the barricade and let us pass,” she said, her voice cold and completely devoid of fear. “We have no business with you.”

The enforcer laughed out loud, spitting into the dirt. “You think you’re in a position to negotiate, sweetheart? Look around you. You’re outnumbered and outgunned. Everything you have belongs to us now, including you.”

Joanna didn’t answer right away. She swung her leg over her motorcycle, stepping off the bike with a fluid, confident grace. As she began walking slowly toward the leader, the fading sunlight caught her striking features clean and free of dirt. Her presence was magnetic; her breathtaking appearance and steady stride instantly drew every eye in the gang, creating a wave of intense focus and distraction throughout the crowd. The men leaned forward, completely mesmerized by her and momentarily oblivious to anything else.

Julian leaned forward slightly on his bike, his posture rigid and then he dismounted from the bike as well. He looked down at the enforcer with absolute, frigid detachment.

“You are operating under a massive deficit of information,” Julian said, his voice quiet and chillingly smooth. “Attempting to take our assets will result in your immediate liquidation. Step aside. It is the only option that leaves you… breathing.”

The leader mocked a look of terror, his eyes glued to Joanna’s approaching figure. “Oh look, the pretty guy thinks he’s in a boardroom! The toll is the bikes, your supplies, and her. Otherwise, we paint the asphalt with your brains.”

Julian closed his eyes for a brief second, shaking his head. “Highly inefficient.”

Joanna kept walking, her calm expression never wavering as she got within a few yards of the leader. His grin grew wider, his arms opening up as if to hug her.

“You talk too much,” Joanna whispered.

Before he could move, she vanished in a brilliant flash of light. In the exact same microsecond, she

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teleported directly behind the leader. She drove a combat knife deep into his throat before his brain could process that she had moved.

The moment her blade struck, Julian opened his eyes, and his calm facade shattered. White-hot arcs of lightning exploded from his hands, leaping from biker to biker. The air filled with the deafening crackle of electricity. The scarred enforcer tried to raise a shotgun, but a jagged bolt fractured the weapon and sent him flying into the barricade. Joanna blinked across the battlefield, moving in tandem with Julian’s electrical storm. Within moments, the gang was neutralized.

As the silence returned, Julian dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. The blue glow in his eyes flickered and died. He had used up his power, his muscles trembling from the exertion.

Joanna walked over and looked down at him. “You went overboard,” she noted.

Julian gave a weak, apologetic shrug, his ruthless demeanor gone now that his energy was drained. He was still learning to master the massive output of his abilities. Joanna understood; mastering that kind of elemental power took time.

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