Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Bucket List

Rayne was still a bit shaken from the nightmare and decided to go make a cup of herbal tea to help calm herself.

The tea was hot and just after a few sips Rayne felt a bit warmer and relaxed. She pushed the nightmare out of her thoughts, deciding not to dwell on something so horrific. She didn't want to concern herself with something that wasn't real anyway.

She went back to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. After looking through her ingredients she decided on a simple omelet and a side of toast.

Rayne played some upbeat music from her phone while she cooked. Soon a wonderful aroma spread through the apartment making Rayne do a little happy dance.

After eating breakfast, Rayne was at a loss on what to do. She was currently jobless due to the year-long coma she was in, so she had a lot of free time.

Previously, before her coma, Rayne worked as an architect at a design firm.

She had a very strong portfolio and she was often requested by wealthy people wanting to build their luxury dream home, so she wasn't worried about being unemployed for too long.

She didn't want to jump right back to working full time right after getting her life back in order. She wanted to enjoy as much time as she could so that the year she lost didn't feel like a total waste.

She decided to do some of her long time bucket list items, and first on her list was a self defense class. She had long wanted to take a self defense class for two reasons.

First, it was a good form of exercise, and she felt that a class would be more interesting than just going to a gym to run on the treadmill.

Second, she's read too many news articles where girls were either getting kidnapped or robbed on the streets. She felt that if these classes could help her even just a little bit in a tough situation they were worth it.

Rayne went over to the living room and took out a copy of the TV she barely managed to store.

Thankfully, taking items out of the system was easy, and never caused her pain or fatigue.

But she learned a bit more about how her system worked with this TV experiment. It seems that the larger the item the more mental energy it would take to store, progressively getting easier per item stored--similar to a level up system.

For example, if Rayne were to store another item with a similar size to the TV, it should be easier to store, getting exponentially easier with each item. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

She walked over to the couch and pulled out her phone to look for trainers who specialize in self defense. After filtering out the places that were too far away, Rayne was left with only two choices.

The first website had very flashy advertisements. The trainer looked like he was in his late 20's, showing off his big muscles in all of the photos.

All of the promotional videos had young women fawning and swooning over him, making Rayne frown.

The site also had images of his many certificates plastered all over, in between the pictures of his shirtless body.

She wondered how a single trainer was able to teach self defense to hundreds of these swooning females properly.

The second advertisement was a lot simpler, simply a photo of the instructor and a bulleted list of the services he taught. There were no certificates listed nor any flashy photos of the trainers' muscles.

Rayne looked closer at the trainer's photo. He looked to be in his mid 30s and had a good physique. He was wearing an army green t-shirt, and didn't smile in this photo.

Just looking at the photo, Rayne felt like she was looking at someone who's been in their fair share of fights.

The cold glint in his eyes alone told her that he knew what real fights, and difficult situations, looked like.

Making her choice, Rayne dialed the number on the website. A deep masculine voice answered after a few rings.

"Hello?"

Rayne felt a little intimidated but tried to not let it get to her, "Hello, I saw your advertisement for self defense classes and was looking to sign up".

"Hmm, okay. How soon do you want to start?", asked the deep voice on the other end of the phone.