The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

This was the truth of human nature.

People didn’t fear scarcity. They feared unfairness.

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Everyone was trapped in the same disaster. So why did you get to look clean and well-fed while others starved?

They didn’t just refuse to help. They waited for the chance to rob the moment the two of them got close.

Nicole carried two knives: a heavy cleaver in her left hand and a narrow boning knife in her right. She shoved through the crowd with a cold face and planted herself at the window, blocking the way.

Both blades were sharp, the edges still stained with dried blood. That alone made people instinctively step back

Someone started to protest, but Zeph stepped up beside her. The two of them stood there like twin executioners, one on each side.

Nicole swept her gaze across the crowd, taking in every expression, and said flatly, “Don’t preach to me. If you want to curse me, fine. Try to rob us, and I’ll cut each and every one of you.’

The 18th floor had a reputation. Everyone in the building knew it.

They were all villains.

These people ate well and drank well, but they never shared a single thing. Last time someone tried to rob them, several got slashed, and one bled out and died.

Yesterday, someone even snitched to the firefighters, but the firefighters’ answer was simple: They were only here to rescue. Crime wasn’t their jurisdiction. The residents could only report it after the water went down.

Seeing Nicole like this, no one dared to speak.

One wrong word, and this woman might actually swing.

Beatrice wasn’t holding back, either. She knocked down several men, and the inflatable raft finally reached the

window.

Nicole guarded against the people inside. Zeph helped haul supplies up.

They had two twenty-pound bags of rice, one ten-pound bag of flour, some pasta and soggy dried vegetables, two packs of candles, three large boxes of alcohol fuel tablets, and chili sauce.

It wasn’t much, but they had risked their lives for it.

Hughie was so exhausted that he could barely stand. Beatrice had taken a knife cut to the arm, blood soaking through her sleeve.

The crowd watched with greedy, calculating eyes, but no one dared rush them.

Edward and Mary were mixed in among the people, their expressions twisted with resentment and hatred. They wanted to get close, but they knew Nicole wouldn’t give them the time of day.

Someone finally couldn’t hold back and asked to borrow the inflatable raft, offering to pay to rent it.

The four of them ignored him, faces hard, arms full as they went upstairs.

Behind them, a woman started cursing. Others joined in, calling the residents of the 18th floor cold-blooded and

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heartless.

Beatrice was completely spent. She didn’t even have the energy to respond.

Back on the 18th floor, Nicole grabbed antiseptic, bandages, and a strip of antibiotics. Beatrice’s wound wasn’t deep. Nicole cleaned it and wrapped it carefully.

Beatrice and Hughie were still shaken, nerves stretched tight.

They had thought the building was bad enough. Outside was far worse. They had arrived early in the rain, stashed/ the inflatable raft into their bag, and then the crowd started pouring in.

More and more people came in; soon, they were packed tightly, shoulder to shoulder.

They waited forever before the supermarket finally opened.

Prices for rice and flour were jacked up twenty times. People flooded in nonstop, grabbing anything they saw, off shelves or straight out of other people’s hands.

With no internet, the store only took cash.

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