The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise

ur hours. When I arrived, the heavy iron gate was closed, a

ols, and half-finished engineering projects. He was a tall, lean man with a graying be

ression guarded. "Gabrielle. What's wr

welled up. I ran to him and hugged him, burying my face in his f

oice muffled. "Something te

thout interruption as I told him everything. Not about my past life-he wouldn't have believed that-but a

rom underground, and they hunt by sound. In thirty days, the

He was a prepper, but he was also a man of l

how do you

e always said to trust my gut. Well, my gut

enuine terror in my eyes. And perhaps, a part of him had

d. "Thirty days.

n my vision of what's coming, he dies. He's an Army Ranger, he

of losing his son was a powerful motiva

to one of his accounts, one with a staggering amount of money he

e said simply. "Don't

ft from my father, still in his name. I listed it online for a ridiculously

er's account the next day. Matthew wouldn't know he w

tthew's stolen

y loans in his name. I opened multiple lines of credit. I maxed out every single one. The m

ies would be knocking on his doo

isposal, I orchestrate

ishable food-canned goods, fre

-antibiotics, surgical ki

, and everything else I could think of. The deliveries started arriving at