Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System-Chapter 251: City Raids

Once they got home Rayne walked over to Julian's side and looked up at him.

"This is good news, right? Once we get rid of him we can finally live with a focus on growing our settlement and finding more people", she said.

Julian turned to face her and gently stroked her hair.

"Yes, as soon as Damien is out of the picture we can focus on rebuilding, surviving, and thriving".

He wanted nothing more than to spend his days with her, to start a family together, and enjoy life. But in order for them to do that he needed to get rid of Damien before he turned the world into even more chaos with his drug.

Rayne smiled and nodded, "Then let's focus all of our efforts on dealing with Damien."

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In the city.

A large group of men gathered in the parking garage and got into the cars.

"Our mission is to secure resources, mainly water. Every person we run into must submit, or else we have orders to kill them", shouted the group leader.

"Yes, sir!", the other's replied.

They quickly drove out, splitting into different directions.

One of the groups quickly found a small shanty settlement on the edge of town.

The leader of this group was a big man with a large scar across his chest. He walked around wearing a white tank top and cargo shorts.

"Well hello there", he said kicking the door of a small building open.

Inside was a group of people, huddled together behind a few boxes. When they heard the cars pull up they quickly made the decision to hide because they'd been robbed by bandits before.

The group leader walked inside with a big grin.

"Come out, I know you're in here. It's rude not to greet your guest!"

We went over to the small table and sat on the wooden chair, placing his feet up on the table. His sharp senses knew exactly where they were hiding.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out by the time I get to three, don't blame me for being rude"

The people hiding behind the boxes all looked at each other with worry, trying to figure out what to do.

"One"

The oldest in the group was an elderly man in his early 70's. He looked at the frightened expressions of everyone else who looked over at him. As the eldest in the group, they've looked up to him when making important decisions.

"Two"

The elderly man peeked through the boxes at the leader. He could tell just by the man's cocky appearance that he wasn't here for a friendly visit. If they didn't show themselves, then something really bad could happen.

"Thre--"

The elderly man stood up.

"Hello, sir. How may we help you?"

"Ah, so you finally decided to show yourselves", the leader laughed.

The elderly man watched him nervously without moving from his spot. He wanted to know why this man came barging in.

Seeing the silent elderly man, the leader started laughing!

"Not very hospitable are we? Very well, just give us all of your resources and we'll leave you alone.

The elderly man frowned. They had spent the past month tirelessly scavenging for the little supplies they managed to find.

However, he knew that he had little choice. They had no weapons to defend themselves with, and this cocky man looked like he had a gun strapped to his side.

With a deep sigh, the man finally took a step forward.

"Very well, we don't have a lot, but please--"

"Grandpa! We can't let them take our things! We won't survive without it! It took us so long to find these items!", a teenage boy jumped up and pleaded.

The elderly man quickly covered the boy's mouth, afraid to anger the frightening man who was still lounging on their table, but it was too late.

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"Oh! Who's this warrior? Come here boy, let me take a good look at you."

The elderly man tried to hide the young man behind his back, but the boy walked over with his chest puffed out.

"Good, good! You look like you have some strong bones. I'll take you back with me", the leader smiled.

"Please, no! Take all of our supplies, but please leave my grandson with me!", the elderly man walked forward, begging.

The teenage boy was frightened and ran over to his grandfather's side while eyeing the leader angrily.

"I'm staying with my grandpa!", he announced with an angry voice.

The leader laughed, "Ha! You've got some fire in you boy".

He pulled out the pistol and aimed it at the elderly man.

"I'll give you a choice. You can come with me, or I'll shoot your grandpa".

His tone was serious, but his expression was amused. He was watching the young man struggle to make a decision.

The elderly man had tears in his eyes. He knelt on the floor and cried to the leader.

"Please, spare us. He's the only family I have left. Please don't take him away from me!"

The teenage boy started crying alongside him. The others who were still hiding wanted to come out but were held back by a woman. She shook her head, knowing if more of these young men showed themselves, they might be taken away as well.

"Hurry up boy, I don't have all day.", the leader egged on.

The boy finally stood up and walked over to the leader's side, "I'll go with you, please spare my grandpa."

The leader lowered his gun, "Good. Don't worry, you'll be taken care of, you should be grateful".

The elderly man started shaking as he cried. His only grandson was being dragged out of the house by the threatening man.

As soon as they walked out a group of other buff men stormed in and began to move out all of the supplies they had around the house. Every last crumb was taken away, leaving the remaining group of people without anything.

"Boss, there were more people inside", reported one of the men.

"You think I don't know that?", asked the leader, "I purposely left them so that we can come by again later...if they survive".

After they finished loading all of the items into their car, they set off to look for their next victims.

The young man was thrown into the car. He continued to cry as he looked out the window where he watched his grandfather desperately try to follow the car.

"Shut up, or we'll get rid of you", the leader shouted.

Initially, he enjoyed watching the anguish the young man was going through, but now that they were leaving, he got tired of listening to his sobs.