Reborn With A Stockpile Space The Apocalypse Queen 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

The next morning I woke up with a plan.Thirty days. This was all the time I had! There was no time for tears and regrets. All the time Jason was already dead to me. All I could think about was how to survive.I picked up my cell phone and made a list. So I had an editor in my head, a voice that barely reminded me of myself, but that had sustained me in my former life: and that voice whispered the essentials. Water. Food. Weapons. Medicine. Warm clothing. Fuel.First, I had to have a base though.The city would be a killing field within a week's time. Too much people, too much zombies, too much desperate survivors who would kill to obtain a can of beans. I had to go somewhere away from others. Somewhere defensible. In an area no one would predict.I drove up for three hours, out of the suburbia and into the mountains. I'm driving my old Jeep through the winding roads until I find one, a small little abandoned cabin in the woods. It was dusty, had creaky floorboards, a leaky roof, and

"Jason is here," I said, my voice emptyAdrian took a moment, wincing as he tested the injury on his arm. "The ex-husband, where did he find you?""I don't know," I admitted. "But we don't have time to figure it out, right?"I crossed the room and peered out the window. Everything was silent but I knew better than to trust the peace, Jason was nothing if not impatient. He would come barreling in, guns blazing, hoping that I would cower before him.He was going to get a shock,"Can you fight?" I asked.Adrian produced a gun from his jacket. "I can manage.""Good. Because we're going to give him a show he'll never forget."I knew Jason best because I had watched him for years. I knew he was arrogant, predictable, and always underestimated me, even when he watched me. He would come ambling up the drive, guns drawn, and kick in the doorSo I decided to do what he expected me to do.I left the front door unlocked and I turned off all the lights. I grabbed my crossbow, my taser, and a lengt

The figure came into view in the headlights, standing on the porch.It was Jason.He held his hands up and his smug face. Two dark-clad men with baseball bats stood behind him. The very men of the cabin. Men I humiliated; the same men.“Sarah,” Jason said in a polished sweet voice. "Long time no see."I shut the car engine and took my crossbow from the passenger seat. Adrian pulled out his gun.I said softly, "Stay behind me.He scoffled, "I'll not do it on your account, like hell.We got out of the jeep with weapons held up. Jason's smile never faltered.Plz, put the toys down, sweetheart," he said. I don't come here to fight, I don't come here to fight.“You followed me,” I said icily. Well, that's not talking, is it?Jason shrugged. I hired a private investigator, it cost me a lot of money, but you're worth it, you took something that belongs to me.I said, 'I took what was mine. “Half of that money was my own; the divorce was legal, you signed the papers.”Jason snapped, his compo

The survivors walked into the farmhouse like ghost. The lady holding the little boy introduced herself as Martha, and the other two were a young couple named Ben and Chloe. They gazed out with wide, terrified eyes at the fortified windows I had in my house and at the piles of medical supplies.However, Trent walked in as one of the owners. He removed his muddy shoes, tracked dirt all over my immacate floorboards and began to look at the pantry.“So,” Trent said with a smirk on his face, leaning against my kitchen counter. "Where's the food? I'm starving. And maybe a beer to wash it down?"I replied, "You get water", sternly. “If you don’t get it, it's because you haven't earned it”.Trent laughed, looking at Adrian. "You hearing this? Look, Sarah, I'm not your employee, I'm a survivor, we all need to share what we have equally.""Equally?" I came toward him, my hand on the hunting knife at my hip. "Did you hunt the zombies that were trying to break down this door last night? Are these

The black-suited man stumbled into the room, rifle raised.I fired.The bolt to my crossbow found it's mark in his throat, and he crumpled, dropping his rifle with a gurgled curse."Two more!" Adrian yelled.Another soldier from the syndicate came barreling into the room, shooting wildly.He fired off a round that barely missed Martha's head, ricocheting off the stone wall to the left of the entrance.Adrian fired two rounds, and the soldier staggered back, falling against the doorframe."Trent, the door!" I yelled.Trent stood, frozen, his hammer still in his hands.He stared at the corpses on the ground as though mesmerized."Trent!" I screamed.His eyes locked with mine.For a brief moment, I saw the arrogant jackass I had known walk the halls of my old high school, a smug grin plastered across his face.But that look was gone, replaced with something else.Something deeper.Trent looked like a cornered animal."I think I saw the future," he said, almost to himself, before dropping