Nicole rolled up her sleeves and got to work, tearing everything apart.Once something came loose, she tossed it straight into the storage space. Matching tables, chairs, stools, and vanities… She didn't leave a single piece behind.There were plenty of other antique pieces, too. Tables, heavy armchairs, chaise lounges, and a bunch of stuff she couldn't even name.Honestly, smashing the display cases made her palms sweat, even with layers of cloth wrapped around her face.If this were normal times, she would probably end up locked away for life.But this was the end of the world. Rules didn't mean much anymore.She kept going, knocking and prying, not even sparing wooden rods or scrap pieces. By the time she stopped, she was drenched in sweat, her head spinning.Nicole found a spot to sit, tore open a chocolate bar for energy, then cracked open a can of Red Bull. After catching her breath, she switched off the flashlight and slipped into the storage space.Broken, worn furnitur
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