The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 687

Gavin had planned to slash the tires, but once he got closer, the Hummer made him hesitate.

It was rugged, built like a tank, and still looked almost new, nothing like a vehicle that had been through years of disasters.

It had to belong to someone rich or powerful. Otherwise, there was no way anyone could have kept it in such good shape.

The windows were tinted, so he couldn't see inside.

He quietly circled the Hummer and noticed that the window on the sheltered side was cracked open slightly for ventilation. He leaned in and peered through the gap.

Well, damn. There was a woman inside, and she looked like she was alone.

Gavin's pulse immediately quickened.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but judging by her figure, she had obviously been eating a lot better than most people.

Nicole sensed something was wrong and kept her eyes half closed as she watched the men outside through the tinted glass.

All of them carried makeshift weapons. One had a bloodstained baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, another carried a sharpened steel pipe, and the others had an iron bar and kitchen knives.

So far, she hadn't seen any guns.

Anyone willing to rob people in the middle of a sandstorm like this was probably part of a local gang preying on evacuees.

Three of them had badly scarred, pitted faces, most likely from the acid rain. The damage made them look even more menacing.

Maybe they felt safe because they outnumbered her, or maybe they simply didn't see a woman as much of a threat. Once they realized she wasn't holding a gun, most of their caution disappeared.

Several of them moved around to the front of the Hummer. One man kicked the door and flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth as he leered at her.

"Morning, beautiful. Time to wake up."

Once Nicole was sure none of them had guns, she slowly lowered the window and put on a frightened expression. "What do you want? My husband's out looking for food. He'll be back soon."

"Your husband? In a sandstorm like this, he's probably not coming back."

The moment they got a clear look at her smooth, fair face, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads, and their comments got even filthier.

"But don't worry. From now on, we're all your husbands. We'll take good care of you."

A bloodstained knife tapped against the glass.

Nicole moved to the sheltered side of the Hummer. The men immediately closed in around her, staring at her like a pack of starving animals.

Some were middle-aged, while others were younger and stronger. One look at the weapons in their hands told Nicole exactly what kind of people they were.

They clearly made a habit of robbing others, and there was no telling how many people they had already killed.

One of the more impatient men reached for her face. Nicole turned her head aside, then suddenly pulled a submachine gun from behind her back.

She moved fast, without the slightest hesitation.

She sprayed the men in front of her, then spun and fired on the ones behind her.

One man took a bullet but didn't go down. Clutching his chest, he staggered into the blowing sand.

Nicole didn't bother chasing him. Not wanting to waste ammunition, she drew her sword and began finishing them off one by one.

Gavin had been shot in the chest and fallen to the ground. He desperately scooted backward, his face deathly pale.

"Please... Please don't kill me."