The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 693

Seven women had been brought in, and three of them fought back, throwing themselves into the fight with everything they had.

Poppy slipped the razor-sharp blade away, raised her gun, and fired at a man who came charging in with an ax after hearing the commotion.

Zeph had taught her how to shoot, and the head was always the surest target.

Between the women's screams and the constant stream of men rushing in to help, the room quickly descended into chaos.

Poppy drove her knife into one man and shoved him hard into the corner.

She was still burning with fever, and her body felt frighteningly weak. It took more effort than usual to finish him off, and for one brief moment, she didn't notice the knife coming at her from behind.

"Poppy, watch out!"

Someone suddenly shoved her aside. Poppy crashed into the wall and looked up to see Diana standing where she had been a second earlier.

Diana had instinctively raised an arm to block the blade. Blood sprayed through the air.

The man was determined to kill her. He lifted the knife again and slashed at her, cursing furiously.

Poppy raised the gun and fired straight into his forehead.

Bang! Another one down.

She rushed over. "Diana, are you okay?"

Diana had gone pale, but she gritted her teeth. "I'm not dying. Let's deal with the trash first."

With that, she kicked another man to the floor and planted her foot hard on his throat. Blood poured from her arm, but she ignored it and kept punching him again and again.

Beatrice grabbed a stool and brought it crashing down on the man in front of her, sending him straight to hell to finish his sausage there.

More men kept rushing in, and all three women fought like they had nothing left to lose. They grabbed whatever weapons they could find, stabbing with daggers, slashing with knives, and firing whenever they got their hands on a gun.

After years of brutal training under Zeph, Poppy rarely missed. Every pull of the trigger sent another spray of red through the air.

They had a gun.

And after surviving years of the apocalypse, neither Diana nor Beatrice had any mercy left to spare.

Poppy might have been protected better than most, but this wasn't her first time killing either.

There were barely any women left either. Some had panicked and tried to run, only to be killed in the chaos. Others had curled up on the floor with their arms over their heads, but the men had cut them down anyway.

That was how little a life was worth in the apocalypse.

Even if today's fight had never happened, nothing good would've been waiting for those women. They had choices, but none of them would've changed how things ended.

Poppy tore a relatively clean strip of cloth from one of the dead men and hurried to wrap Diana's arm.

"Thank you."

If Diana hadn't taken that blow for her, she never would've been hurt. The cut was deep, and blood kept soaking through the cloth.

"Silly girl. What are you thanking me for?" Diana was weak, but she still managed a smile. "If Nicole hadn't given me medicine for the smog virus back then, I would've died a long time ago."

In the end, she still owed Nicole her life.

At the mention of Nicole, Beatrice immediately asked, "Where is Nicole?"

Poppy's expression fell. "We got separated in the sandstorm. I don't know how she and Zeph are doing right now."