Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System

As soon as Rayne saw the door to the warehouse close, she walked over to where the smaller vehicles were.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to store any of the larger SUVs or cars, but she wanted to try storing the smaller motorcycles, quads, and snowmobiles.

She walked over to the smallest snowmobile. It was all white, with a compact design, making it smaller than the other snowmobiles around it.

Placing her hand on the snowmobile, Rayne began to feel a little nervous. The last large item she stored was her TV, and that had caused her to lose consciousness.

"Well, it's either now or never," she mumbled and began focusing on storing the snowmobile.

Moments later, the familiar sharp pain spread throughout her head, but Rayne continued to focus, taking deep breaths.

After about a minute of painful focusing, Rayne opened her eyes to see that she had successfully stored the snowmobile.

She quickly placed a copy in the empty spot and continued on to store the next one. Even though she was still tired and feeling weak, she was determined to get these items.

The reason she didn't buy them, even though she had the money, was because she had no place to store them. Also, buying this many vehicles at once would be really suspicious.

Rayne walked over to the next snowmobile. This one was slightly larger. Once again, she closed her eyes and began to focus.

Thankfully, the pain was a lot more bearable this time around, hastening the process.

Rayne went around and stored all of the small vehicles in the warehouse. Just as she finished, the young salesman came back with a stack of paperwork.

He noticed Rayne's pale face and figured that the strong cigarette smell must have made her feel woozy, so he propped open the door to the warehouse to let in some fresh air.

Rayne met him at the small desk that was in the corner of the warehouse and began the paperwork process.

Just as she was about to finish signing the papers, another salesman walked in.

"Hey Timmy, go deal with that customer in the main showroom, I'll take care of this one."

This salesman was older, around his early 40s, with a large stomach and beady eyes. Rayne frowned as she saw him approach her, the greed oozing from his body.

"Oh, but Randy, she's my customer...we're almost finished with the paperwork," said Timmy, the young salesman, meekly.

"Scram, I've already brought the box of keys for the warehouse vehicles. I'll take it from here," he said aggressively.

Rayne looked up at Timmy, feeling bad for the way his coworkers treated him. "Go call your manager," she whispered.

Timmy looked at Rayne, surprised, but understood that she would stand up for him. He quickly got up and left the warehouse.

Randy walked over and placed a medium-sized metal box on the desk in front of Rayne.

"Hello, Miss, I'm Randy, and I'll be the one finishing up your sale."

He sat down where Timmy had sat and glanced over at the paperwork. When he noticed that Timmy had already signed his name on the form, he scowled.

"Ah, give me a moment to bring over the correct paperwork," he said nervously and got up to leave.

Rayne smiled, Well, thank you for saving me the trouble of finding the keys to all of these vehicles.

"Sure, go ahead, I'll wait here," she replied.

As soon as Randy left, Rayne stored the box of keys in her space. Although it was locked, she didn't think breaking through a small tin box would be too difficult.

Before Randy came back with the new paperwork, Timmy returned with a stern-looking woman.

"This is the manager of this dealership, Mrs. Kay," Timmy introduced.

Rayne stood up to shake her hand. "Hello, Mrs. Kay."

Mrs. Kay politely returned the greeting and said, "Timmy here says that you are interested in purchasing the SS model of SUV today. I hope that the buying process was smooth and informative."

"Yes, Timmy did a great job explaining every feature in great detail. In fact, it was his great enthusiasm that sold me on this SUV," said Rayne.

Mrs. Kay looked over at Timmy, nodding in approval.

Just then, Randy walked into the warehouse and spotted Timmy standing next to Rayne. Manager Kay was standing behind one of the large trucks and wasn't in Randy's line of sight.

"Timmy, I thought I told you to scram! This sale is mine! Do you want me to go tell the manager you pissed off a customer, making them walk away?"

When Mrs. Kay heard Randy's words, she stepped out from behind the truck to face Randy.

"How dare you cause a scene! Especially right in front of a customer! Follow me to my office right now!" she said angrily.

Before she left, she turned to Rayne and apologized profusely, offering Rayne a small discount for the trouble.

Timmy quickly helped Rayne complete the paperwork, and then handed her the keys once the payment processed.

"Thank you for your purchase, Miss! If you need any other outdoor vehicles in the future, come find me!" Timmy cheerfully said.

He carefully drove the SUV out of the warehouse, making it easier for Rayne to get in.

Rayne got inside her newly purchased SUV and smiled. Hopefully, this car would be useful in the future, and hopefully, she could store it before the apocalypse comes.

She turned the car on and left to begin her next order of business—all things water!

Rayne drove out of the dealership and towards a small business that specialized in water filtration. She had read online that they offered a variety of products, including water filters, water purification tablets, collapsible water containers, and rainwater collection systems!

As she drove, she couldn't help but marvel at how nice her new car was. It drove smoothly and quietly, and the plush leather seats were very comfortable. The interior was very roomy, and the open trunk area was very spacious.

Rayne felt that this was the perfect vehicle for the apocalypse.

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Beep... beep... beep...

[Sorry the caller cannot be reached at this time..]

Dillon nearly threw his phone at the wall. He had been trying to call Rayne for a month now, every time ending up in voicemail. 

She was like a plague in his head, constantly existing. It got to a point to where if he wasn't thinking about her he wouldn't be able to enjoy any kind of sexual activities. 

Even with Krissy's ever increasing enthusiasm, dressing up and offering to try new positions, he only wanted to picture Rayne.

The sexual frustration continued to slowly build up day by day, driving him mad.

"You can run from me forever. I told you that you are my woman!", he yelled, looking at the blank screen of his cell phone.

It's about time I pay you a visit.