Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 460: Enter, Amber.

Ferry Island was a town in Babel city that strutted like it was still alive despite all it had endured. Towers of glass and steel that had survived a meteor shower, acid rain and snowstorms rose into the orange like sky, cracked but upright.

A few neon signs flickered over broken restaurants that had long been closed and had no plans of serving food in the next few years. After Vicente took charge of the town, he had changed the name to Toxic city. But the name had not caught on. And nobody thought it was big enough to be called a city.

Some people even joked that Ferry Island was just an aspiring Kingsbridge town with a bad haircut.

In this town, new flyers had been plastered on every wall, lamppost, cracked subway entrance. Even on the roads, posters had been glued down.

In bold letters, they highlighted two women that were being sought and the prize for their delivery. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The bounty was so high that even mutated rats seemed to eye all strangers in the town suspiciously, as if they might cash in by biting someone to death.

Fifi Quinn was in Ferry Island, and she had seen the posters. She knew the entire town or the city of Babel as a whole as hunting her. She also knew that she could not leave. Not yet.

Because she had the children with her. And she was determined to hold on to her merchandise. She had even poisoned all the people she left Westbrook with because she knew they would give away her location for that bounty.

Now, she was hiding in an abandoned orphanage, living off canned beans and fish and some rice that she was rationing desperately. If she didn’t have to sell the children, she would not have bothered to feed them at all.

She laid down on the old mattress which had been scavenged from an empty hotel, cradling a gun in her hands and cursing Sunshine. Hades would not waste thirty million on a bounty.

It was that maid. She had no value for money.

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Meanwhile, in the same city, another woman prowled the streets.

Her named was Amber. She was once married to Hades Quinn, but it had been many years since she last seen him and their children. She had remarried and found happiness elsewhere and she thought she was content until the apocalypse came.

Rumor had it that the Quinn group had taken over a significant portion of the city. They had endless supplies, weapons and technology that could ensure that they could live a great life until the apocalypse ended. The kind of life she was accustomed to.

So, lately, she was thinking that if there was any truth to the rumors, she wanted back in. Not because she loved Hades and their overly needy kids but because he had food, power, water and protection.

Not just for herself, but her new family as well.

But Hades had remarried apparently and given their last parting, she was not guaranteed a joyful reunion. The only way to get the first step into the door was to bring something valuable.

With all that Hades had, money, jewels and things like that would not work. It had to be something that only she could bring to the table.

And that brought her to Fifi Quinn. She had seen the flyers. like everyone else in Ferry Island.

Like a miracle, she saw Fifi Quinn slipping through the crowd on warm evening. Her head was covered with a hood which she pulled low, and she was holding two children, acting sneaky.

Amber knew she had found her ticket.

So, she was focused on finding Fifi again. No plan yet, just a desire to find where the rat was hiding. That is why she was roaming through the less desirable parts of the town, moving from door to door in pretend search of accommodation.

"Hey girl, don’t rent over there. He sells rat jerky for a living." A woman shouted to her as she exited an old three storied apartment building.

The middle-aged woman in a skimpy dress and a tobacco pipe was standing in the doorway of a run-down building opposite that one.

Amber scowled at the man that had given her a tour of his building. "Disgusting." She claimed and marched off to the opposite building to look around.

"Does anyone here have children?" She asked the woman. "I don’t like kids much. They are rude, make a lot of noise and steal."

The woman laughed. "You are poor, you should not be too picky."

Amber laughed as well. "I am poor now but maybe I will get lucky and find one of the women on the flyer."

The middle-aged woman snorted. "That bounty has turned the entire city into a circus." She paused and waved a vendor over. It was a young man selling sugar packets.

They bartered sugar for some canned fruit.

When the woman returned, she picked up right where she left off. "Everyone is looking at each other with suspicion. People are asking for ID before renting out rooms. In these bloody times, who even has an ID?"

Amber followed inside for a tour of the premises. "Does this mean you will not be cashing in if you find one or both of those women?"

The woman smirked. "Now I did not say that dear. Don’t you twist my words. Thirty million, who wouldn’t want that?"

At the end of the tour, Amber did not see what she was searching for, so she pinched her nose. "Your rent is cheaper but this place reeks. I think I should continue to look around for a nicer place but your asking price for rent."

Amber continued her search, visiting a downtown market where vendors were selling everything from all kinds of meat jerky, stale bread, shoes, grain, knives to flu medicine.

Every time someone spotted a woman with a hood and blonde hair, crowds gathered, shouting, "It’s her!"

Flyers were being waved like flags. Unlucky victims were covered with nets like beasts. They were tased and occasionally punched.

Every single time, it was discovered that it was not Moon or Fifi. One time, it was a former supermodel who was now mingling with the very people she once looked down on.

Another time, it was an older nurse who just wanted to buy some mushrooms.

"Careful grandma," someone joked. "You look like a criminal. Better hide those mushrooms safely."

The humor was cruel. But so were the times.

Word was quickly spreading among women. If you don’t want to be hurt, do not cover your face.

Amber stayed for one hour before moving on to continue her search elsewhere. She was sure that she would soon find what she was searching for.