Sickly Cannon Fodder: Spoiled by the Powerful Apocalypse Bosses-Chapter 89

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy pounding on the door made both women inside jump.

Hannah and Olivia exchanged startled glances.

"Who is it?" Hannah called out.

"I don’t know," Olivia replied, frowning.

Hannah got up and walked toward the door.

Olivia hesitated, then guessed, "Could it be Richard Stone? You just messaged him, right? Even if he didn’t reply... maybe he’s trying to surprise you?"

Hannah’s eyes lit up instantly. If it really was him... that would be perfect.

Over the past few days, Richard had been flaunting his life relentlessly on social media—posting every meal, lounging in air conditioning, sipping iced drinks as if the world hadn’t collapsed.

It was infuriating.

Hannah had been going out of her way to please him lately. He wasn’t exactly cold—but he never gave her what she wanted either.

He dangled hope in front of her, then crushed it just as quickly.

It twisted her mood, gnawed at her.

She wanted everything he had. Resented him for refusing her, yet still clung to him, hoping he might change his mind... maybe even take her in out of sheer generosity.

Before, she still had some supplies at home. One bucket of water every two days had been enough.

But now, her food was nearly gone. And water deliveries had stretched to once a week.

She was getting desperate.

The last bit of pride she had? Gone.

She had even invited Richard to her place.

And now—just after sending that message—someone was knocking at her door.

Of course she thought it was him. Who else would come looking for her?

Excited, she pulled the door open only to find a stranger standing there.

Hannah froze.

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw her.

Beautiful, he thought.

A step back. Instinct.

Hannah moved to shut the door—but his hand slipped in first, blocking it.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she demanded, wary.

The man smiled gently. "I’m from the property management office."

He wore glasses, looked clean-cut, even refined. Nothing about him screamed danger.

If anything, he seemed trustworthy.

"Property management?" Hannah’s guard lowered slightly. "I haven’t seen you before. What are you here for?"

"I just started recently," he said smoothly. "I’m here to register residents. The government has set up a new base—we’re collecting information on who wants to relocate."

"A base?" Hannah’s heart skipped. The government had already built one?

If she could get in, wouldn’t that solve her problems with food and water?

But then again... Would it be as comfortable as Richard’s place?

There, she’d be restricted. Controlled.

Nothing like the life he was living.

In that brief moment of distraction, the man had already slipped inside.

He handed her a sheet of paper. "Could you fill this out?"

Hannah took it.

Before she could look closely, Olivia’s voice came from the living room.

"Who is it? Is it him?"

"No, it’s property management," Hannah replied. "He’s here about the base reg—"

Her voice cut off.

There was no form.

Just a blank sheet of paper.

A chill shot through her.

She looked up but the man was already inside. A knife gleamed in his hand, cold and sharp, pressed close.

"Be smart," he said quietly. "Or I won’t be so polite."

Hannah froze. "I—I understand... don’t hurt me."

The man called out toward the door.

Another figure stepped in—this one rough-looking, fierce, his gaze sweeping over Hannah’s lightly dressed figure.

He whistled. "Damn. Jackpot."

"Not now," the man with glasses snapped, shutting the door behind him. The knife pressed harder against Hannah’s back. "Where’s your food?"

Hannah’s mind had gone blank.

"In the kitchen... I’ll give you everything, just don’t hurt me..."

He grabbed her, dragging her close, the blade now pressed against her lower back. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Third," he said to the bigger man, "go look."

The man nodded and headed straight for the kitchen.

In the living room, Olivia had no idea what was happening.

Seeing a stranger suddenly inside, she screamed.

"AHH! Who are you?!"

The big man glanced at her, eyes roaming. "Oh? This one’s pretty too."

But he didn’t linger. He went straight into the kitchen.

Moments later, he came back carrying a half-bag of rice and a few packs of instant noodles.

He threw them down with a loud thud.

"Damn it! This all you’ve got? Who’s that gonna feed?!"

Both women flinched. Olivia was already seething inside.

Idiot!

Why would Hannah let them in like that?!

Did she have no sense of danger?!

The man with glasses frowned. "This is all? Where’s the rest?"

Hannah trembled uncontrollably, tears spilling over.

"Th-that’s really all we have... we’re just two girls... we don’t eat much... we’ve been rationing..."

Her eyes darted wildly.

When she saw the cold glint in his gaze, a wave of terror surged from her feet to her scalp.

If they weren’t satisfied... what would happen to them?

In that split second, she had a lifesaving thought.

Richard.

Why should he get to live so comfortably?

Fear, jealousy, resentment—all twisted together into something dark. Something desperate.

Hannah swallowed, forcing her voice steady.

"Mister... we really don’t have anything left... but I know someone who does! A lot—food, water... even electricity!"

The man narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Who?"

"Richard Stone! The top-floor unit!" she blurted out.

Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she rushed on:

"He has tons of supplies! He shows off to me every day—steak, wine, crates of bottled water... his AC runs all day, power never goes out! He lives alone—his place is basically a warehouse!"

The big man licked his lips.

The hell... someone’s living that well right now?

"With electricity too? You’re not bullshitting me, are you?" he growled.

"I have proof! It’s on my phone!" Hannah said quickly.

Olivia jumped in to back her up. "It’s true! That guy’s rich—he hoards supplies. His place is full of stuff."

The two men exchanged a look.

"Where’s your phone?" the man with glasses asked.

"On the coffee table."

The big man grabbed the pink phone and handed it over. "Don’t try anything funny."

Hannah nodded frantically.

Her fingers trembled as she pulled up Richard’s posts, shoving the screen toward them.

"Look! He posted all of this!"

On the screen was a table full of rich food.

And in the background—stacks of bottled water and drinks piled high.

The men’s eyes lit up instantly.