Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Will! Move Now!

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Jonna grabbed the heavy duffel bag of jewels, slung it securely over her shoulder, and gripped her sickle sword. In a race against the clock with the tsunami looming, she kicked past the barricade and left the brick office building.

The moment she hit the freezing downpour, she was instantly swarmed. Moving like a blur of lethal motion, Joanna swung the double-edged blade in wide, sweeping arcs, decapitating zombies five at a time. The glowing cores tore away from the collapsing bodies, flying through the air as she snapped them straight into her hidden storage space.

But as she cut her way onto the slick asphalt, a heavy wave of exhaustion dragged at her limbs. Joanna grimaced, realizing she desperately needed to get stronger soon. Her energy reserves were draining faster and faster lately with every micro-jump and core pull, and her current power capacity simply wasn’t keeping up with the demands of her abilities.

She forced herself to absorb a dozen cores on the run, a cold jolt of artificial stamina surging through her veins. Cutting a brutal path through the final intersection, Joanna rounded the corner and skidded to a halt.

A couple of blocks away, the dim morning light was shattered by the high-beam headlights of Will’s convoy. The heavy tactical trucks were actively fighting through the horde in the downpour, their mounted guns thumping as they held a defensive perimeter around the school district.

With her energy momentarily replenished, Joanna gripped her sickle sword tightly and sprinted straight toward the muzzle flashes, ready to bridge the final gap through the rainy morning.

In a sharp flash of displaced air, Joanna teleported directly onto the hood of the lead tactical car. She instantly spun her sickle sword, slicing through three zombies that were clawing at the reinforced windshield.

“Will! Move, move!” Joanna screamed over the deafening roar of the morning downpour and engine noise.

She leaped down to the asphalt, her blade a lethal blur as she severed the necks of ten more zombies pressing against the passenger side door. Ripping the handle open, she dove into the seat. Will scrambled into the driver’s seat beside her and slammed his foot onto the gas, firing up the heavy engine as mounted gunfire from the rear trucks continued to shred the surrounding horde.

“Where is Commander Briggs?” Will barked, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he checked his mirrors.

“He’s safe!” Joanna shouted back, her voice cutting through the panic. “We need to leave right now!”

Will slammed his foot down, and the heavy tactical truck surged forward, smashing through the wall of zombies gridlocking the intersection. The convoy roared west, tires tearing through mud and decay in the heavy morning rain.

Forty-five minutes later, the dense high-rises of Eldon finally faded into the rearview mirror. Joanna leaned her head back against the seat, letting out a long, heavy sigh of relief. The suffocating pressure of the city was behind them.

Suddenly, a crisp static hummed through the villa’s comm system in her pocket dimension. Briggs’ voice came through clear and steady. He was all fixed up, the virus completely purged from his system, and he was ready to deploy.

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Chapter 173 Will! Move Now!

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Joanna knew the absolute compliance of the neural blood bond would stop Briggs from ever spilling the

ret of her storage space. She turned to Will, her tone perfectly casual. “Briggs is alive. He managed to slip ou another way and he’s going to meet us a few more miles down the road.”

Will shot her a confused look but didn’t question his commander’s survival. Ten minutes later, they pulled the convoy off the highway and idled the engines at an abandoned, rusted-out gas station.

“Briggs will meet us here,” Joanna said, unbuckling her harness. “Stay in the truck.”

She hopped down into the damp freezing air and jogged toward the main store area. Rounding the corner to the blind spot behind the building, she made sure she was completely out of sight. With a sharp tug on her internal energy, she opened the portal and pulled Briggs out of her space.

They were now about fifteen miles from her hidden shelter. Briggs and Joanna walked around the corner of the building, stepping back into the damp morning air toward the idling tactical trucks.

Briggs raised a hand, waving Will down, before turning his gaze to Joanna. “I have to message the main convoy before we can head out to your shelter,” he said, his tone authoritative and sharp. “They should be near Dillon right now.”

Joanna nodded, stepping aside.

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