When the World Ends, She Begins novel Chapter 55

All his clothes, food, and daily essentials were completely gone!

Natalie had swept through his home like a plague of locusts, leaving nothing behind. In just a blink of an eye, the whole place had turned into an empty shell.

She had left the TV, computer, cell phone, and game consoles behind for him.

But since there was no electricity in his apartment, what good were those things? He couldn't even trade them for a single sausage.

He slumped down on the floor in despair.

The only useful thing left in the living room was the couch—at least he could rest on it.

But even the bed in his bedroom was gone. He couldn't shake the suspicion that the only reason the couch was left was that Natalie needed somewhere to rest when she got tired from all the moving.

He was so mad that he couldn't get a word out.

But no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do about her.

He couldn't stand what she'd done, yet he couldn't beat her or get rid of her. The frustration just sat in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He felt miserable. Absolutely miserable.

He regretted provoking her today more than anything. His own greed had brought this on—he'd lost everything he owned.

He was absolutely full of regret.

As Braxton went over everything in his head, he couldn't help but marvel at how powerful Natalie was. She'd managed to move everything out of his apartment and take it to hers.

But then he realized something didn't add up. He lived on the eighth floor, and she lived on the fourteenth. How could she have carried all those heavy cabinets up six floors? And why would she do that, when most of that stuff was useless to her?

A thought struck Braxton. He ran to the window and leaned out to look down.

He saw all sorts of things floating on the rippling surface of the water.

He'd guessed it right. She'd tossed everything out the window.

A lot had already sunk, but the lighter stuff was still bobbing along on top of the water.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to go downstairs and get the remaining stuff back.

But just then, the old lady who was always rooting through the dumpsters in the apartment complex paddled over in a big red plastic tub, her eyes shining.

She picked up Braxton's kayak, plopped herself into it, and started piling the rest of his things in.

Braxton was furious. He yelled, "Put that down! That's my stuff!"

The old lady glanced up but didn't say anything—she just started working even faster.

"You old hag! I said put it down!"

Braxton raced downstairs in a rage, but when he got to the stairwell window on the seventh floor, he had no idea how to get across.

He couldn't tell if it was Natalie's strength or the current, but all his stuff had drifted far away, floating close to the opposite building.

He didn't have a boat, and he couldn't swim well, so he could only stand there and yell helplessly.

Braxton was fuming. Did she just call me a fatty?

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