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2026-10-28 21:06:20Chapter 31: Bio-Containment and Black Markets
The 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. Emergency room doors were locked down under armed police guard. Reports of unprovoked physical assaults, violent biting incidents, and sudden neurological failure were skyrocketing across the downtown district. "Patient Zero is already in the building," I whispered to myself, staring at the flashing red icons mapping the city's hospital network. The public outbreak on South 5th Street wouldn't happen for another few days, but the medical system was collapsing from the inside right now. I checked my primary supply inventory on the master tablet. I had tons of grains, clean water, solar power, and fuel. But my medical bay was critically missing two crucial items: high-level IV antibiotics to treat severe blood infections, and specialized trauma surgical kits for crush wounds and gunshot injuries. Once the city was quarantined, hospital pharmacies would be looted clean within hours. I strapped on my tactical vest, concealed my 9mm sidearm beneath a heavy dark coat, and grabbed a thick envelope containing $15,000 in liquid cash. I couldn't wait for the morning. I had to hit the illegal medical black market operating behind the docks before the military set up citywide roadblocks. Thirty minutes later, I backed my heavy SUV into the dark, covered loading bay behind the old harbor warehouse on 1st Street. The air smelled of salt water, diesel exhaust, and decay. A shadowy broker named Vance—a disgraced former paramedic who traded black-market pharmaceuticals—stepped out from behind a stack of shipping containers, flanked by two armed guards holding concealed submachine guns. "You're late, Vance," the broker rasped, flicking his cigarette onto the wet asphalt. "The price for military-grade antibiotics just tripled. Emergency rooms are turning people away at gunpoint tonight. Everyone's panicking." "I have cash," I said flatly, keeping my right hand hovering close to my sidearm. I tossed the heavy envelope onto the hood of his car. "I need three cases of broad-spectrum IV antibiotics, surgical suture kits, morphine, and blood-clotting agents. Right now." The broker checked the cash, grinned, and signaled his men to slide open the rear container doors. As we loaded the heavy, temperature-controlled medical crates into the back of my SUV, the broker's radio suddenly squealed with wild, chaotic static. “All units! Code Black at St. Jude’s! Containment breach on Floor 3! They’re biting through the restraints! Do not attempt resuscitation—repeat, fire at will—” The dispatch audio cut off into a chilling, high-pitched scream, followed by the deafening sound of automatic gunfire inside a hollow hallway. The two guards froze, their faces draining of color. "What the hell was that?" one of the guards muttered, his hands trembling on his weapon. "That's our cue to leave," I said coldly, slamming the rear hatch of my SUV shut and jumping into the driver's seat. I slammed the gas pedal, spinning the heavy tires across the wet asphalt as I sped out of the harbor bay. As I drove back toward South 5th Street, three heavy military transport trucks loaded with armed national guard soldiers roared past me in the opposite direction, heading straight toward the downtown hospital district. The city was locking down faster than my past life memory had predicted. I pulled back into the hidden courtyard of Plant No. 1, backed the SUV into the bay, and locked the steel security doors behind me. I spent the next two hours unloading the medical crates, organizing the antibiotics, trauma dressings, and surgical instruments into sterile steel cabinets inside the warehouse's hidden medical bay. I leaned against the stainless-steel counter, catching my breath as I looked at the fully stocked medical facility. My fortress was almost complete. BZZZZT. My master surveillance tablet chimed on the desk. I walked over and tapped the screen, bringing up the exterior camera monitoring Derrick’s auto shop next door. Down in the alleyway, two dark figures holding heavy glass bottles wrapped in gasoline rags were creeping up to the back wooden window of Derrick's office. Julian's thugs had come back for their midnight arson attack
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reborn before the doomsday my ex hates me chapter 32
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
reborn before the doomsday my ex hates me chapter 31
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.
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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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