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2026-10-28 20:35:14Chapter 27: Blood, Steel, and Heavy Freight
The cold rain tapped against the windshield of the heavy diesel truck as I pulled into the dark loading yard of the Northside Commercial Food Depot. If Factory No. 1 was going to survive months of total siege and societal collapse, clean water wasn't enough. I needed tons of non-perishable food—military-grade MRE crates, dried grains, canned meat, and bulk salt reserves—stored safely inside my steel gates before the public realized the grocery stores were empty. I stepped out of the cab, racking the slide of my 12-gauge shotgun. The warehouse was quiet, but the air smelled wrong. It smelled of heavy copper and rot. I pried open the heavy steel side door of Bay 4 using a crowbar, my flashlight cutting through the thick darkness inside. Rows of wooden pallets sat stacked thirty feet high, loaded with thousands of pounds of emergency food rations. Clatter. A tin can rolled across the concrete floor behind a stack of crates. I froze, raising my flashlight and leveling the shotgun. "Who's there?" Out from the shadows stepped a figure in a torn security uniform. His body twitched violently, his neck bent at an unnatural angle. When he raised his head, the beam of my light hit his face—and my blood ran completely cold. It was Miller. The head of security from my old corporate building in my past life—the man who had sold out my position to Julian during the first outbreak collapse. His eyes weren't human. They were milky white, laced with dark, ruptured blood vessels. Black, viscous sludge dripped from his teeth as he let out a wet, unnatural screech. He was infected. The plague was already mutating right in front of me. Miller lunged across the concrete with terrifying, predatory speed. I didn't hesitate. I pulled the trigger. BOOM! The heavy 12-gauge shell slammed straight into his chest, knocking him backward against a wooden pallet. But he didn't stop. He scrambled back onto all fours, snapping his bloody jaws, driven by pure, rabid instinct. He leapt straight at my throat. I swung the heavy steel barrel of the shotgun like a club, cracking him across the jaw. He stumbled sideways, and before he could recover, I pointed the barrel straight down and fired a second shell straight into his skull. His body went limp, collapsing onto the concrete floor in a pool of dark blood. My heart hammered against my ribs as I wiped sweat and black splatter off my cheek. The infection wasn't just a rumor anymore. It was here, mutating, and faster than the news was reporting. I turned back to the warehouse floor, breathing heavily. I had to get these pallets loaded into the heavy truck trailer immediately. I backed the diesel truck up to the loading bay, hooked the heavy winch cable to the thousand-pound steel supply container, and slammed the hydraulic power lever. BANG-CRACK! A loud, violent metallic snap echoed through the chassis. The heavy rear drive axle of my diesel truck snapped under the weight, sending sparks flying across the concrete. The rear wheels locked up solid. "Dammit!" I shouted, kicking the tire. The truck was dead in the water. I had tons of vital food rations sitting on the dock, an infected body on the floor, and no way to move the heavy rig back to Factory No. 1 alone. This wasn't a job for a crowbar or a simple wrench. The custom heavy axle required specialized welding equipment, a heavy-duty hydraulic recovery rig, and the hands of a master mechanic. There was only one person in this entire city with the machinery and skill to haul this load and fix the truck before more infected showed up. Derrick. I pulled out my radio, setting the dial to his garage's private shortwave frequency. My hand trembled slightly as I pressed the call button. He hated me, he hated my family, and he had locked his doors on me hours ago—but if I couldn't convince him to help me right now, all these survival supplies would be lost.
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Chapter 32: The Crowbar DefenseThe red outline on Camera 4 pulsed like an arterial bleed.Down in the narrow, oil-stained alleyway between my warehouse and Derrick’s shop, two figures moved with practiced stealth. The rain had softened into a steady, freezing drizzle, slicking the red brick walls and reflecting the pale amber glow of the distant streetlights.I didn't need to zoom the lens to know what they were holding. The dark glass of two magnum wine bottles caught the light, filled with a sloshing mixture of diesel and motor oil. White cotton rags were stuffed tight into their necks.Julian’s street thugs hadn’t just come back to threaten Derrick. They had come to burn his livelihood—and everything inside it—to ash.A cold, lethal calm settled over my chest, replacing the exhaustion that had been dragging at my limbs all night. In my past life, I had stood by while Julian systematically stripped everything away from the people around me, believing his refined, polite lies u
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Chapter 31: Bio-Containment and Black MarketsThe dark-web alert on my tablet screen continued to pulse in bright, urgent red: CITY HOSPITAL QUARANTINES FAILING DOWNTOWN.I turned my back on Derrick’s locked garage door and sprinted across the wet alleyway, slipping back through the reinforced side hatch of my warehouse. Derrick’s anger was a wall I couldn't break through with words tonight. But if I didn't focus on the rapidly approaching bio-containment collapse right now, none of us would live long enough to reconcile.Inside the quiet, illuminated vault of Plant No. 1, I pulled up the encrypted police scanner feeds and local hospital dispatch networks across three separate monitors.The official news channels were still broadcasting smooth, rehearsed lies about a "seasonal influenza surge." But the raw emergency dispatch data told a terrifyingly different story.Over thirty ambulance units had been dispatched to St. Jude’s General Hospital in the last two hours alone. Emergen
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Chapter 30: The Threat at the DrivewayThe cold rain stung my face as I slipped out through the narrow side hatch of the warehouse. I kept my back pressed flat against the damp brick wall of the alleyway, gripping the heavy iron crowbar tightly in my right hand.Through the dark, I watched the two heavy-set thugs Julian had sent. They were moving quietly toward the side entrance of Derrick’s auto shop, their boots splashing softly in the oily puddles. One of them pulled a heavy iron pipe from beneath his jacket, while the other held a folded manila envelope stamped with a fake legal seal.Before they reached the rear door, the metal garage handle clicked.The door swung open, and eighteen-year-old Maya stepped out into the rain carrying a plastic bag of empty soda cans to the recycling bin.The lead thug immediately stepped into her path, blocking her way."Hey there, kid," the thug grunted, his voice loud and deliberate. "Tell your brother he’s got five minutes to clear his too
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Chapter 29: Steel Plating and Hidden EyesThe metallic hum of the arc welder filled the cavernous floor of the vacant warehouse right next door to Derrick’s auto shop. Bright blue sparks showered down onto the concrete deck, casting harsh, fleeting shadows against the brick walls.My arms throbbed with a deep, dull ache from days of relentless physical labor, but I pushed through the fatigue. I was ninety days out from Patient Zero when I woke up in my bed, but every minute wasted was a minute lost.Holding the heavy protective mask over my face, I fused a quarter-inch thick steel armor plate directly over the interior frame of the warehouse’s side windows. From the outside street on South 5th, the building looked like a run-down, empty commercial property. But on the inside, it was rapidly becoming a heavy industrial bunker.I flipped down my welding mask, wiping sweat from my neck with a greasy rag.Using the millions I had liquidated after canceling my assets transfers to Juli
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Chapter 28: Fuel, Freight, and Broken TrustI stood over the body of the infected security guard in the dark warehouse, my heart steadying as the adrenaline cooled. The black blood splattered across his torn uniform was proof enough: the world was bleeding out, and I had zero time to waste.My heavy diesel truck was dead on the concrete dock with a snapped rear drive-axle. Locked inside the trailer behind it were three tons of high-calorie MRE crates, dried grains, and medical supplies. If I left this load here, scavengers or infected would pick it clean before sunrise.I pulled my shortwave radio off my tactical vest, clicked the dial to channel 4, and pressed the talk button."Derrick," I said, my voice tight. "I know I’m the last person on earth you want to hear from. But I have an emergency at the Northside Food Depot."Static buzzed over the speaker for five long seconds. Then a cold, rough voice came back—a voice that used to be warm when he held me, before I betrayed him.
reborn before the doomsday my ex hates me chapter 27
Chapter 27: Blood, Steel, and Heavy FreightThe cold rain tapped against the windshield of the heavy diesel truck as I pulled into the dark loading yard of the Northside Commercial Food Depot.If Factory No. 1 was going to survive months of total siege and societal collapse, clean water wasn't enough. I needed tons of non-perishable food—military-grade MRE crates, dried grains, canned meat, and bulk salt reserves—stored safely inside my steel gates before the public realized the grocery stores were empty.I stepped out of the cab, racking the slide of my 12-gauge shotgun. The warehouse was quiet, but the air smelled wrong. It smelled of heavy copper and rot.I pried open the heavy steel side door of Bay 4 using a crowbar, my flashlight cutting through the thick darkness inside. Rows of wooden pallets sat stacked thirty feet high, loaded with thousands of pounds of emergency food rations.Clatter.A tin can rolled across the concrete floor behind a stack of crates.I froze, rais
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