Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 You really are from the future

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Joanna walked up, offering a warm smile. “Welcome to the coast, Jolie. Lets go over to the warehouse to store any items you want there. We will only keep your personal belongings at this apartment.” They hopped in and drove to the nearby warehouse catching up. It was nice being able to slip into such an easy friendship with Jolie. After arriving they pulled in and got out of the truck.

Jolie eagerly ran to the back of the truck and rolled up the heavy metal shutter door.

Joanna’s eyebrows shot up in genuine respect. The interior of the truck was a masterpiece of logistical organization. There were floor-to-ceiling rows of industrial-grade plastic storage totes, each meticulously labeled with color-coded tape.

“I used some of the money you sent to get starter supplies,” Jolie said, pulling out a laminated clipboard. “I hit four different restaurant wholesale liquidation sales on my way down. We’ve got three hundred pounds of vacuum-sealed white rice, two hundred pounds of pinto beans, forty cases of iodized salt, and fifty gallons of premium cooking oil. But look at this section.”

Jolie pointed to a customized, ventilated steel rack at the back of the truck. Inside were rows of uniform glass jars filled with a dark, rich, textured protein.

“My signature hickory turkey jerky,” Jolie beamed proudly. “I worked thirty-six hours straight using four commercial dehydrators. This stuff is packed with clean protein, low in fat, and sodium-sealed to last up to three years without refrigeration. If the world really goes to hell in six months, this is currency.”

“You did incredible work, Jolie,” Joanna said, stepping into the truck bed.

“Thanks, boss. Where are we hauling all of this? Getting everything into the warehouse will take a while.” Jolie asked, looking around the warehouse. “It’s gonna take us at least five hours of back-breaking lifting to get this inside.”

“We aren’t hauling it anywhere,” Joanna said smoothly. “Just stand behind me for a second. Outside of the truck bed.”

Jolie blinked, confused. “What? Why?”

Joanna didn’t answer. She walked to the center of the truck bed, took a deep breath, and expanded her internal spatial awareness. Her awakened level-four domain now granted her a twenty-five-foot radius of effortless external vacuum extraction. She locked her mind onto the entire contents of the truck bed.

Store.

With a sudden, silent ripple of spatial distortion, the heavy stacks of totes, the steel racks, the

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hundreds of jars of jerky, and the bulk grain bags vanished instantly into thin air. The massive commercial truck bed was left completely bare, revealing nothing but the clean wooden floorboards.

Jolie froze. Her clipboard slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the metal ramp. She stared at the empty space, her jaw hanging open as she repeatedly rubbed her eyes.

“What… where… how…” Jolie stammered, her brain completely short-circuiting. “Did you just… are you a magician? Did the food go to Narnia?”

Joanna laughed, stepping down from the bumper. “I told you I wasn’t a prophet, Jolie. In exactly six months, a weaponized biological virus is going to sweep the planet, turning 90% of humanity into flesh-eating monsters. But some of us are going to mutate differently. We develop abilities. This is mine. It’s an incredible, stasis-locked pocket dimension. Anything I put in there stays perfectly frozen in time. Hot food stays hot, cold food stays cold, and nothing ever spoils.”

Jolie slowly turned her head to look at Joanna, a mixture of profound shock and absolute reverence in her eyes. “Oh my god. You really are from the future.”

“I am,” Joanna said, her voice turning firm. “And that’s why I hired you, my turkey goddess. I have the space to store an empire, but I need your analytical mind to help me organize the logistics, map out the distributor chains, and process the supplies before the grid goes dark. Now, let’s head back to the apartment and settle you in. I’ve got a hot gourmet burger waiting for you on the kitchen counter-and trust me, it tastes like it was grilled thirty seconds ago.”

Settling into the harbor apartment, Joanna immediately laid low, while Jolie began unpacking her few remaining personal items before devouring her burger meal.

While she waited a few agonizing business days for her bank to fully process the sixty-five- million-dollar share liquidation, she refused to let a single second go to waste. Pulling out her fresh burner phone, she began weaponizing her capital.

Her first call went to an elite, off-road vehicle customization plant. Utilizing a premium rush fee, she ordered twenty heavy-duty, four-wheel-drive tactical trucks. She demanded extreme modifications: full ballistic-grade steel exterior plating, run-flat tires, and reinforced bullet- resistant window tints. Beside the trucks, she secured two commercial-grade RVs, ordering their floor plans gutted and rebuilt to easily sleep ten operators each, effectively creating mobile command units. Payment would be upon delivery after she put a deposit down.

Next, she contacted a global industrial maritime liquidator to buy fifty heavy-duty, weather- sealed steel shipping containers, alongside five hundred heavy-capacity industrial shelving units. She bypassed standard delivery lines, paying a security firm thousands in cash to have the entire metal inventory secretly dropped and anchored across one of her three warehouses that very afternoon. She also hired a commercial team to wire each facility with closed-circuit, remote-linked night-vision cameras only for eyes.

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