Apocalypse Notebook 2

Jason paced at the foot of his bed, glancing ever so often at the view outside.

What was a bustling metropolis would deteriorate into a hell on earth. The entire world would become a dystopia.

How bad compared to the city?

He, nor those whom he knew, possessed the answer. Those who ventured out never returned.

The rugged, broad-shouldered young man ran his fingers through his lush, short blond hair.

Walking away from the window, he sat on the bed and faced the long oval mirror. A square-jawed, blue-eyed, handsome Caucasian returned his stare. His hand made its way down and up under his vest. Sculpted muscular abs, toned and lady-killing ready pulsed back at his fingers.

'I don't understand the just of time travel, but I dare say I can change my fate. If I can place myself in a better position early on, I won't have to act as a gofer in the early years. But I must say, the intrigue and seduction of the boss's girl was satisfying.'

Jason smirked,

"That bastard who killed me. I'll deal with him early on. As for those sacrificial pawns, I know where to find them. With a little beating and enticement, I can reign over the east quad at the inception."

He stood up while stroking his smooth chin. He missed the feeling of being clean-shaven.

"The wristband geek controlled the Soho block because of his invention. I have to drag him in as an underling. A little beating will do the trick. The lady researcher can stew a little in the lab while I clear out the other areas for my headquarters. She is important in the later stages."

His thoughts mingled on the debauchery the apocalypse served.

Jason shook his head,

"Better to do the planning and stocking up. I can lay out a timeline as to how to approach this. If I want to swallow a chunk, I have to map this thing out properly."

For the entire morning and the greater part of the afternoon, Jason scribbled his memories of what he deemed important on sheets of paper. In between, he searched the internet for signs he recalled, as well as suppliers of goods.

He had ignored his ringing smartphone but somehow found himself answering this call.

"Mr. Fallam, I believe your thesis is due today. I haven't seen you in class."

"I had a little problem this morning. It will be on your desk first thing tomorrow."

"For your sake, let's hope so."

Jason tossed his phone.

That Lecturer Wu was such a pain. He did remember seeing her begging on the streets during the first year. The old crow had got her comeuppance, he thought back then.

Thinking back, he recalled her having a geek daughter, top of the class in economics or something. He rubbed his hands before jotting down a memo of how he had to incorporate them into the revenge plan.

The main plans had to center around basic necessities and defense.

The first six months were the deadliest as firearms were still operational.

The red mist corroded or did some sort of damage that only dorks would know.

When the guns and bullets failed, the mutations conveniently appeared.

Forget science and the why. Everyone was busy trying to survive.

Evolution skyrocketed with plants and animals in the lead, and humans dead last.

Jason shuddered at the recollection of the bloodbath of the future.

Sitting on the polished floor, he stared at the cluttered sheets of paper.

"No matter what, I cannot leave the city to the unknown. At least I know a place where the evolution of man sprouted."

He gazed at the large map of the city usually accompanied by tourists.

His finger pointed toward a research lab at the bottom of the eastern corner of the park.

"The best facility was here. It was ideal during my last year when I found it, and it would have been ideal at the beginning."

Jason smirked. It was here that he broke the willpower of the researcher who developed the evolution method. Once harnessed, the pearl was supposed to grant him overwhelming power unless she sent him to his death.

This time, he would savor her to break her completely.

*

The benefits of living in a city are that it never truly sleeps.

"Hello, GV Trucking? Yes, this is Mr Fallam. I'm confirming the three container shipments for Saturday. Nice. Yes, the full payment will be made as agreed by Monday. Yes, we can have the containers sited on Saturday, and inspect the goods on Monday."

Jason hung up while dialing another number.

The event began on Saturday night. Perfect for him to do bulk ordering with a deposit. Not that he was short of money, but he needed to spread out his funds to cater to a wide variety of necessities.

"I'm asking for Ravi from the Aquarium Exotica. Yes, this is Fallam. I'm confirming the delivery of the goods. Yes, with enough feed for a year or two, right? I'm heading out on business to Africa, not sure when I might return, the housekeeper has to do the feeding. No, just have the documentation, and I will have someone set it up for me. Yes, leave the U-Haul truck at the location. I will take it from there."

Jason made a few calls while searching and clicking on the internet.

His eyes suddenly fell on an advertisement ad.

The problem with the red mist was that it corrupted anything exposed to it. Cheaply sealed smartphones were the first to go, followed by electronics.

However, it did not mean items in a sealed and properly stored form were vulnerable. A solar panel might last a few months before kicking the bucket.

Clicking on the site, he felt he hit the jackpot.

Javilins, baseball bats, and crossbows were all fine, but against the ghouls that appeared later, it was hard to kill them.

A dead ghoul was a headless ghoul.

A ghoul was hard to fight in close combat because of its strength and speed.

But what better way to disable such a creature than by using a long stun baton?

Not to mention the security company sat on a warehouse full of dried food rations. A block away from his arranged base.

"Win-win"