The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

After some effort, Nicole managed to beach the inflatable raft on the driveway. She secured the raft, then followed the sloping road up to the rooftop parking deck.

The parking deck was massive, packed tight with cars. Judging by the logos, most of them were high-end: Mercedes, BMW, Ferrari, and Lamborghini.

Westbridge was full of wealthy families. Before the typhoon, they had probably driven their luxury cars up here to keep them from flooding.

Nicole swept her flashlight across row after row.

Her gaze locked onto a huge RV. One look at the emblem told her it was a top-tier model worth millions. It had a bullet-resistant body and glass, reinforced run-flat tires, and most importantly, a hybrid gas and electric system. The roof even had foldable solar panels.

In an apocalypse, energy was everything. Gasoline became tightly controlled, and not just anyone could get it.

An RV was a moving home. You could travel, live in it long term, and stay off the grid. This one checked every box she had ever imagined.

Nicole pulled an electronic jammer from her storage space, a cutting-edge gear she had paid a fortune for on the black market. She pressed it against the door and hit the switch. After a few soft beeps, there was a click as the

lock disengaged.

The door opened.

The interior was enormous. It had a kitchen, living area, bathroom, two bedrooms, and even a washing machine. Everything inside screamed luxury.

There were barely any personal items. From the décor, it looked brand new. Whoever bought it never got the chance to enjoy it before the disasters hit.

Nicole was more than satisfied. Under the cover of darkness, she stored the entire RV in her storage space.

She didn’t rush into the supermarket yet. Instead, she took out a siphon pump and fuel cans and drained the gas tanks of the other vehicles one by one.

The fire door on the rooftop was locked. She pulled out heavy bolt cutters, snapped them open, and headed down the stairwell.

Exiting through the fire door brought her to the second-floor clothing section. The water level was nearly up to her knees. Most of the clothes were already soaked.

With limited storage space, she grabbed only a few things from the women’s section before moving on.

Next was the clearance area. She picked up stacks of paper towels, soda, snack foods, baked goods, chips, and

toiletries.

Across from that was home appliances. Refrigerators, air conditioners, and washing machines were all ruined by floodwater.

Nicole took smaller items off the shelves. A yogurt maker, an ice cream maker, a sprouting tray, and a compact griddle. Anything she figured might be useful later went straight into storage.

Then came household goods, such as high-quality comforters, down blankets, sheets, and pillowcases. She kept

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tossing them in, along with athletic shoes, boots, and casual footwear.

Shelves of skincare products followed. Face masks, eye cream, serums, lotions.

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Past that was the alcohol and tobacco counter. Premium liquor, whiskey, brandy, wine, beer, mixers. Expensive or cheap, it didn’t matter. In an apocalypse, all of it became valuable. Later on, you couldn’t buy these at any price.

After clearing everything above the waterline, she took out a window breaker and smashed the display glass, fishing out what had been submerged.

Cartons of high-end cigarettes, all swept clean. It was a shame they had gotten wet.

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