The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 869

Chapter 869

After Nicole and the rest finished the cooled food, Poppy wiped down the room, making sure no trace of

its smell lingered on the furniture.

Darkness settled quickly once the sun dipped below the horizon.

A knock came at the door. Nicole hurriedly stowed the sofa bed, table, and the rest of the furniture in her

storage space.

Poppy caught on immediately. She crouched and spread blankets across the floor, making it look like they planned to sleep there.

Nicole opened the door and nearly jumped out of her skin. The man outside looked so much like Gollum that she reached for her knife, barely stopping herself from slashing his throat.

“Nicole, it’s me.”

Nicole stopped at the familiar voice. She stared, struggling to recognize Weasel in the face before her.

He had always been thin, but now, he was little more than skin and bones.

An unexpected glimpse of him in the dark could scare anyone half to death. Someone could easily lash out before realizing he meant no harm.

“What happened to you?” Nicole blurted.

Time took its toll on everyone, but hardship left the deepest marks.

Weasel knew Nicole for nearly ten years, yet she still looked as young and beautiful as ever. While the disasters wore everyone else down, she seemed to grow more radiant.

He couldn’t stop staring.

Less than a year passed since they parted ways at the villa community, but it felt like several lifetimes.

At the concern in her voice, his composure crumbled. Tears filled his eyes, and he choked out, “Nicole…”

She was the closest thing he had to a sister.

Nicole stepped aside to let him in. “Come on. What’s with all the tears?”

It was so long since Weasel last saw a familiar face. Seeing her again brought back more memories than

he could handle.

With so much to catch up on, they settled on the floor to talk.

“We just got here today, so we haven’t had a chance to get settled,” Nicole said, explaining the bare room. ”

What are you doing for work these days?”

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Weasel always doted on his wife. He would go without anything himself to keep Stella comfortable, even

risk his life for her.

Now, she was little more than skin and bones. That said more about his circumstances than anything

else could.

“I’m trading again,” Weasel said, struggling to get his emotions under control.

Seeing Nicole brought back everything he and his family endured since they parted ways.

The satellite hit Mount Graypine without warning, leaving Sven no time to trade most of his stock for food. They abandoned everything they couldn’t carry.

The group left Westbridge with Sven, taking as much as they could. A sandstorm caught them on the road, costing them more than half their supplies and injuring several people.

Vehicle breakdowns and the need to care for the injured slowed them down. Before long, the main

evacuation convoy caught up.

They joined it and continued to the government base in Jazenville.

The journey ate through much of their stock. Once they handed over enough food to cover admission to the base, they had little left.

Still, Sven was resourceful, and everyone in the group knew the trading business. Even with so little to work with, they believed they could get back on their feet.

But doing business at the base meant navigating a web of powerful interests. Every industry was under someone’s control, and every established business had protection.

Weasel and the others arrived too late to claim a place for themselves. As soon as they started drawing customers away from the existing traders, those traders hit back.

Sven swallowed his pride and took the losses. After months of effort, he finally made the connections he needed to expand, only for the tectonic plates to collide.

Panic swept through the evacuation crowds, triggering several stampedes.