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"I've got clients looking to buy antiques, paintings, gold, silver, gemstones, anything like that. Think you could help me source some?" she asked. Sven had already heard plenty about Nicole from Weasel, but meeting her in person still caught him off guard.She was far younger and prettier than he had expected. After what happened tonight, he knew the rumors about her skills weren't exaggerated either.Honestly, he had been prepared for her to demand something outrageous in return. Instead, she wanted antiques?Sure, that stuff used to be worth a fortune, but that was back when the world still made sense.At the start of the disaster, Sven had assumed society would recover eventually. Besides stockpiling cash, he had also hoarded gold, artwork, antiques, and collectibles. He figured he would make a killing once everything returned to normal.Now, all of it just sat there collecting dust.The cash Nicole gave him still hadn't even been burned through as toilet paper yet, let a

"We run a clean business," Weasel said. "We're in it for the long haul. You'll see."Nicole had no problem with that. As long as she controlled the water, she could end the partnership any time they got shady.The tanker held 20 tons. Filling it through a single faucet would take forever, so Nicole took the opportunity to ask Weasel for several large bundles of flexible hose.Weasel looked speechless. Nicole seriously couldn't go a single day without squeezing extra perks out of somebody.Still, considering she had saved their lives, a few hoses were nothing.The deal was set. They would hand over the tanker at 9 p.m. to fill it, then exchange water for goods at 5 a.m. the next day.Zeph still didn't feel comfortable letting Nicole go alone, so that night, he headed out with her.As for Cola and Poppy, they were locked inside Zeph's apartment.There were three stainless steel security doors downstairs, plus another six barriers along the stairwell. Even if someone had the guts

The extra rooms stopped there.Apparently, the storage space topped out at a three-and-a-half-story villa. Thankfully, the black soil garden was still expanding.That night, Weasel finally showed up again. "Think you can do two tankers in a few days?"Nicole frowned. "That much?""Some rich kid's throwing himself a birthday party. Wants a pool party."Nicole went silent for a second before finally saying, "I'll figure something out. Shouldn't be a problem."Weasel pushed his luck even further. "What about ice?"Nicole gave him a look. "That's a lot harder.""Tell me about it. But the guy's loaded. Not only does he want a pool party, but he's also planning one of those fancy ice buffet setups."The client was spending money like it was nothing, and Sven badly wanted the connection. The profit was one thing, but opening doors to people like that mattered even more.The payment wasn't low, either. Just for one truckload of ice, the guy was offering a flawless raw emerald worth a

Gabrielle said thoughtfully, "If dried seafood's cheap, grab us a few pounds. If it's expensive, forget it."Nicole agreed immediately, then carried eight rabbits downstairs.She also pulled several hundred pounds of dried feed from the storage space and left it in Hughie's apartment. For the Goodmans, she left behind a full water tank."We collected it during the deep freeze," she explained. "We probably won't be back anytime soon, so you guys use it while we're gone."After settling everything, she headed upstairs to pack.Anything valuable went straight into the storage space. They only left enough furniture behind to make the apartment look lived in.Zeph dragged out two large cardboard boxes. "Store these carefully."Nicole blinked. "What is it?""Bombs."Nicole nearly jumped. She quickly tore one box open and found more than a dozen crude-looking explosives packed inside.These were homemade bombs.At this point, she honestly wondered if there was anything Zeph couldn'

Unfortunately for them, two legs couldn't outrun four wheels.The group chased after the van while screaming curses and throwing rocks, but before long, they were bent over, gasping for air.Nicole hadn't expected the road to be this dangerous. First armed toll checkpoints, then roadside ambushes, pretending to be accidents.Westbridge and Grayport were only about 50 miles apart, barely over an hour's drive under normal conditions. Yet for survivors trying to reach the coast, the trip felt like surviving one deadly checkpoint after another.Nicole and Zeph had supplies, weapons, and a vehicle. Even then, they were constantly running into trouble. Ordinary survivors had it far worse. A lot of people probably never even reached the ocean. They got stripped clean long before making it there.The collision came so suddenly that even with seatbelts, Nicole and Zeph still got jolted hard. In the back, Cola and Poppy slammed sideways and let out soft, pained whines before instinctively