Chapter 30
Author: Idee
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The warehouse was cold, dark, and smelled like wet concrete. Exactly the kind of place where nobody would think to look for a billion dollars' worth of survival supplies.

Daniel arrived at seven AM and unlocked the heavy steel door. The underground space stretched out in front of him, thirty thousand square feet of empty floor lit by rows of industrial fluorescent tubes that hummed and flickered like they were having a conversation about retirement.

He checked his phone. Fourteen delivery confi
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  • Chapter 33

    They got home at ten and Sophie dropped onto the sofa like someone had cut her strings. Her shopping bags landed in a pile by the door and her shoes came off with two lazy kicks that sent them spinning across the hardwood floor."I'm dead. Officially dead. You killed me with shopping and steak and that hill we walked up from the parking garage." She pressed her face into the cushion, her voice muffled by fabric."Go to sleep then.""No." She said it with the stubborn finality of a child refusing bedtime. "You bought me eleven things today. Eleven. I haven't even thanked you properly yet.""Soph, you don't have to thank me every time I buy you something.""I don't have to. I want to. There's a difference." She lifted her head from the cushion and looked at him with eyes that were exhausted but burning with something warm and determined. "Give me twenty minutes."She disappeared into the bathroom. Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, checked his phone, scrolled through two supply delivery

  • Chapter 32

    After dinner, they walked two blocks to the Cherry Creek mall. The evening crowd was thick, the air conditioning was arctic, and every window display was lit up like a small stage performance designed to separate people from their money.Sophie's eyes went wide the way they always did when she entered a mall, like a kid walking into a toy store with a blank check."Where do you want to start?" Daniel already knew the answer."Everywhere." Sophie grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the first boutique on the left.For the next three hours, Daniel played the role of the patient, generous boyfriend carrying shopping bags while his girlfriend tried on everything that caught her eye. It was a role that served two purposes. First, it made Sophie genuinely happy, and Daniel had discovered that making Sophie happy was one of the few things that still felt uncomplicated in his increasingly complicated life.Second, it gave him cover.While Sophie was in fitting rooms, while she was browsing r

  • Chapter 31

    Eight days.Daniel woke up at six thirty with his internal clock running tighter than a Swiss watch. His body felt like a machine that had been tuned overnight by invisible mechanics. Muscles full, joints loose, zero soreness from yesterday's session that would have hospitalized a normal man.He rolled out of bed without disturbing Sophie, who was curled on her side with one hand tucked under her cheek and her dark hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink. She looked peaceful. She looked normal. She looked like a woman who had no idea she was sleeping next to a man who had already lived through the end of the world once and was preparing to survive it a second time.Daniel stood at the window and ran through his mental inventory. Enough food to last years. Enough water to fill four hundred swimming pools. Five hundred tons of ice. A hundred tons of diesel. Weapons that could arm a small army. A fortress being built around the clock by the best security company in Colorado. And a

  • Chapter 30

    The warehouse was cold, dark, and smelled like wet concrete. Exactly the kind of place where nobody would think to look for a billion dollars' worth of survival supplies.Daniel arrived at seven AM and unlocked the heavy steel door. The underground space stretched out in front of him, thirty thousand square feet of empty floor lit by rows of industrial fluorescent tubes that hummed and flickered like they were having a conversation about retirement.He checked his phone. Fourteen delivery confirmations. The first trucks were scheduled for eight.They arrived at eight fifteen. A convoy of three catering vans from the steakhouse on Fifth Street, followed by two refrigerated trucks from the Italian place downtown, followed by a box truck from the seafood restaurant near the pier. Behind those came another four vans from the barbecue joint, the sushi bar, the Mexican restaurant near the stadium, and the French bistro where he had taken Sophie on their first real date.One by one, the driv

  • Chapter 29

    The holding cell at the downtown Denver police precinct smelled like disinfectant and regret. Vivian Hale sat on a metal bench with her mascara running down both cheeks in black rivers, her blouse wrinkled, and one of her acrylic nails cracked from where she had gripped the construction worker's arm before the cops arrived.A female officer stood on the other side of the bars with a clipboard, reading out the charges in a flat, bored voice."Trespassing on a private construction site. Verbal harassment. Attempted assault on a Ms. Zara Mitchell, employee of Sentinel Security. Fine of two hundred dollars. Five days detention. Do you understand the charges, ma'am?""Five days?! For what?! I didn't even touch her! That woman provoked me! She's sleeping with my husband and you're locking me up?!" Vivian's voice hit a pitch that made the officer's left eye twitch involuntarily."Ma'am, the construction site's security footage shows you attempting to strike Ms. Mitchell and being physically

  • Chapter 28

    The highway stretched out in front of Daniel like a gray ribbon unspooling under the noon sun. His window was cracked open, letting the hot Denver air push through the car in a steady warm current.His mind was running inventory. Five thousand bladed weapons ordered from Bill at Hartley's. A hundred compound bows, three hundred crossbows, and twenty thousand projectiles coming from Jack Garrison's back room. Twenty cleaver swords that could split frozen bone like firewood. Forty tactical combat blades for close quarters.All of it would arrive at his underground warehouse within three days, and from there, straight into his Storage Space where it would sit in perfect condition until the day he needed it.Combined with the fortress renovation Zara's team was building around the clock, his mountain of food and water, his diesel reserves and five hundred tons of ice, and his superhuman recovery speed, Daniel Cross was becoming something the apocalypse could not kill.He allowed himself a

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