Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 135

Jane exhaled slowly, watching Karl as he double-checked the locks on the door. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Layla remained close, her brows furrowed with worry.

Jane broke the silence first.

"We don’t have much time." She sheathed her knife back into its hidden spot near the kitchen counter. "If Evelyn keeps pushing, it won’t take long before the others get riled up. And once that happens..."

Karl rubbed his temples. "Yeah, I know. The whole building will turn on us."

Layla fidgeted, wrapping her arms around herself. "But why now? We’ve been careful. I mean, sure, they’ve probably smelled the food before, but no one’s ever knocked on our door like this before."

Jane leaned against the counter, tapping her fingers restlessly. "It’s the silence, Karl. Think about it. Every other apartment is filled with people starving, arguing, scavenging. The whole place reeks of desperation. Except for here."

Karl’s stomach twisted. He knew she was right. While the rest of the apartment complex was in a state of slow decay, his unit remained untouched by the chaos. The warm glow of firelight at night, the occasional sound of cooking, the absence of distress—these things had become too noticeable.

"They’re going to come for us." Jane’s voice was calm, but the underlying certainty in her tone made Layla shudder. "Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this week. But Evelyn planted the seed tonight. The others might not believe her yet, but hunger changes people. Eventually, they’ll start knocking too."

Karl sat down, his mind racing. He had planned for a lot of things. Supplies. Security. Escape routes. But an organized mob of desperate neighbors? That was a different beast entirely.

The Neighbor’s Suspicions Grow

Meanwhile, back in Evelyn’s apartment, she sat by the window, her fingers drumming impatiently against the wooden table. She stared at Karl’s door, lips pursed in frustration.

The others had dismissed her concerns tonight, but she knew she was onto something. Karl was hiding something.

The flickering glow she saw under his door each night. The faint clinking of dishes. The smell of freshly cooked food that teased at her hunger. No one else in this building was doing that well.

Evelyn pulled out a small notebook and began writing down a timeline of observations:

Day 1: Smelled cooked meat, faint but distinct.

Day 2: Saw flickering light under Karl’s door late at night.

Day 4: Layla and Jane moved in. Still no sign of distress from inside.

Day 6: Karl still looks well-fed. Too well-fed.

She had a plan forming. If she couldn’t convince the neighbors with words, she’d prove it.

That meant she needed to watch Karl even more closely. Catch him in the act.

And if she couldn’t do that?

She’d make sure the others had no choice but to take action.

Karl’s Next Move

Back inside Karl’s apartment, he finally broke the tense silence. "We need to make adjustments."

Layla perked up. "Like what?"

"First, we cut back on the smell." Karl stood, pacing. "No more cooking strong-smelling foods. If we have to eat, we do it late at night and keep the portions small."

Jane nodded. "What else?"

"Noise discipline. No more unnecessary movement. No loud conversations near the door. We need to blend in."

Layla bit her lip. "And if they knock again?"

Karl exhaled. "We answer, but we don’t let them in. Keep things vague. Make them think we’re struggling too."

Jane folded her arms. "That’s not going to last forever. Eventually, they’ll demand proof."

Karl clenched his fists. "Then we’ll have to be ready for that too."

The three exchanged glances, knowing that "ready" might mean something much worse than just lying.

The uneasy silence stretched between them. Outside, the cold night pressed against the thin apartment walls.

And down the hall, Evelyn watched. Waiting. Planning.

Karl had won tonight’s battle.

But the war for his survival?

It was only just beginning.

Late-Night Conversations

The night stretched long and silent. The fire in the corner had dimmed to glowing embers, casting flickering shadows along the walls. Layla had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in a thin blanket, her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

Karl sat at the small table, absentmindedly turning a knife between his fingers. Across from him, Jane leaned back in her chair, watching him with an unreadable expression. After a moment, she broke the silence.

"Karl, are you really sure this is the apocalypse?" Her tone wasn’t accusing—just curious, as if she was looking for clarity rather than challenging him.

Karl didn’t hesitate. "Yeah. This is just the first wave, though. The cosmic explosion we felt was only the beginning." He set the knife down, meeting her gaze. "The second explosion? No one knows when it’ll hit. Could be months, could be years. But it’s coming."

Jane exhaled through her nose, nodding slightly. "Good to know."

Karl raised a brow. "You don’t believe it?"

Jane smirked. "I believe it. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going crazy on me."

Karl chuckled, shaking his head. "No, Jane. I’m still sane. For now."

Jane stretched her arms above her head, her shirt riding up slightly before she settled back down. She tilted her head, watching him with amusement. "You know... if this really is the apocalypse, then you might just end up as the new Adam."

Karl blinked. "The hell does that mean?"

Jane grinned, tapping the table. "Think about it. Society collapses. People die. Who’s left? You. Me. Layla. If we’re lucky, a few others. But if this goes full ’end of the world’ mode, then someone’s gonna have to repopulate."

Karl sighed. "You’re joking."

Jane smirked. "A little. But only a little."

Before Karl could respond, a sleepy voice cut in.

"If Karl is Adam... does that make me and Jane his two Eves?"

Karl turned to see Layla shifting under her blanket, one eye open, an amused smirk on her lips.

Jane burst out laughing. "Oh god, I didn’t even think of that. Karl, looks like you’re stuck with a young lady and curvy MILF to restart civilization."

Layla rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "Yep. Just you, me, and Jane, creating the next generation of apocalypse survivors. Not bad, huh?"

Karl groaned, rubbing his face. "You two are ridiculous."

Jane shrugged, grinning. "We’re just stating facts, Karl. If humanity needs a fresh start, you might have to step up."

Layla yawned, stretching lazily. "I hope the next Adam gets a better deal than you, though. Poor guy, stuck with two hot MILFs in the end times. Must be rough."

Karl rolled his eyes. "Go to sleep, Layla."

Layla giggled, curling back up under the blanket. "Whatever you say, Adam."

Karl shot Jane a look, but she just winked at him before standing up. "You should get some sleep too. Tomorrow’s gonna be interesting."

Karl exhaled and leaned back in his chair, staring at the flickering fire. Yeah... tomorrow was definitely going to be interesting.

The tension from earlier in the night had melted into something else entirely. The teasing glances, the low, sultry laughter—it all built up into an unspoken invitation. The dim firelight flickered across Jane’s smirking lips and Layla’s half-lidded eyes as they exchanged a knowing look.

Karl swallowed, realizing exactly where this was going.

Jane was the first to move, slipping onto his lap with effortless confidence. "Well, Adam," she purred, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. "If we’re really starting over, shouldn’t we make the most of it?"

Layla, still stretched out on the couch, hummed in approval. "Mmm... might as well. Not like we have anything better to do tonight."

Karl exhaled slowly as Jane leaned in, her lips brushing against his, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against his skin. Layla soon joined, sliding behind him, pressing herself against his back as she traced a teasing finger down his arm.

The night became a blur of warmth, soft gasps, and the intimate rhythm of shared bodies. Their movements were slow at first, but soon, urgency took over—fueled by weeks of tension, by the thrill of survival, by the simple, undeniable need for human connection.

Jane’s sharp moans mixed with Layla’s breathless laughter, the two women completely in sync with Karl, their hands and lips exploring freely, completely lost in the moment. The fire burned low in the background, but inside that room, it felt like an entirely different kind of heat had taken over.

When it was over, they lay tangled together on the makeshift bed, limbs intertwined. Layla nestled against Karl’s chest, her breathing steady, while Jane draped an arm over both of them, her fingers absentmindedly tracing lazy circles against Karl’s skin.

"Damn," Jane murmured, half-laughing, half-exhausted. "If the apocalypse is gonna be like this, I think I can handle it."

Karl chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss against Layla’s forehead. "You’re ridiculous."

Layla yawned, her voice drowsy. "Maybe. But at least we’ll sleep well."

And they did. The three of them drifted off together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the outside world and its looming threats momentarily forgotten.