The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 902

Chapter 902

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Chapter 902

The attackers swung without hesitation, aiming to kill.

Nicole ducked the first blade as if she knew it was coming. She spun and kicked the machete from the man’s hand.

Then she drew her dagger and cut his throat in one swift motion.

Weasel and Marcus weren’t easy targets, either. Years of surviving the disasters saw to that.

Both caught on when Nicole tested the man’s knowledge of Grayport slang. These weren’t ordinary survivors; they were pirates.

Both men carried weapons, and they drew them immediately.

Weasel lacked the size and strength to win a straight fight. He made up for it by fighting dirty. He whipped out a can of homemade pepper spray and aimed for his attacker’s face.

Stella’s fiercely hot peppers made for a potent mixture.

The pirate underestimated him and reacted too late. The spray hit his eyes, blinding him. He stumbled back, shouting a curse in another language.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Weasel slashed at him. “I’ll give you something to yell about!”

“Nicole! Zeph! A little help!” Marcus yelled.

Several pirates went straight for Marcus. Whether they thought he would be easy to kill or wanted to take out a bigger threat first, they gave him no room to move.

He couldn’t hold them all off. Surrounded, he shouted for help.

Zeph killed two attackers in quick succession, then moved to help Marcus fight his way clear.

The pirates split up their targets beforehand. This group was supposed to seize the hospital’s medicine, and they expected to make short work of Nicole and her companions. Instead, their own men were falling.

Within moments, several were dead. The last survivor broke and ran.

Nicole lunged after him and landed a kick that knocked his shoulder out of its socket.

He screamed, then began babbling in a language she didn’t recognize.

It sounded different from the other pirate’s curse. She guessed he came from another nearby country.

All of them spoke Yorwynian well enough earlier. If he wouldn’t speak it now, she would force him to talk. Her medical training left her in no doubt about where a blow would hurt most.

After a few well-placed punches, the man screamed, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

He confirmed Nicole’s suspicions. He was a pirate from a country south of Yorwyn.

His group included survivors from several countries. After years of fighting one another and raiding weaker groups, they joined forces in a regional pirate alliance.

They lived off whatever they could steal, and Yorwick was in their sights for some time.

But the base was heavily guarded and wasn’t taking in foreign survivors. To get past security, the pirates put considerable effort into learning Yorwynian.

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Some did business in Yorwyn before the disasters and already spoke the language fluently. Old online videos and, recordings gave them plenty of examples of regional accents and dialects.

They shared what they knew and practiced until they could pass for locals.

Years at sea taught them to recognize an opportunity in bad weather. The sudden storm gave them a chance to catch Yorwick off guard.

They planned to hit Platform A, where the base kept food, medicine, and other valuable supplies.

With so much distance between platforms, they figured they could grab what they wanted and escape into the storm before reinforcements arrived.

They didn’t expect so many questions, nor were they prepared for just how much people’s speech varied across Yorwyn.

Every region had its own sayings and slang. Sometimes even neighborhoods in the same city used different expressions.

The pirate could hardly believe it. After all that preparation, they were exposed by a remark about turnips.