Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 36

Brent went over all of the self-defense moves he’d taught Rayne so far.

"Good, you’re learning well. You even remembered the technique to break free from full-body restraint," praised Brent.

Rayne was on the ground catching her breath. She had just successfully released herself from his grip.

"Instructor Brent, I wish to learn hand-to-hand combat. Or even knife combat, if possible," said Rayne, looking serious.

She already had a good grasp on how to break free and run away, but she knew that in the future, she would need to stand her ground and fight.

Brent looked at her curiously. "Well, I don’t technically offer these classes. Why do you want to learn these combat techniques?"

"I have a feeling that something really bad will happen in the future," said Rayne. She wasn’t sure how else she could explain that the apocalypse would be starting.

Brent thought for a moment. Ian had told him about the threat one of Damien’s men made while being interrogated. The man had told the boss that "something big" was going to happen.

Maybe this girl has really sharp instincts?

"Very well, I will teach you combat and knife skills under the guise of self-defense. Please don’t spread the word around," replied Brent after a long thought.

Rayne stood up and thanked him! She didn’t expect him to agree to her request so easily and without demanding more of an explanation!

For the last twenty minutes of the lesson, Brent spent explaining and demonstrating different stances for hand-to-hand combat. Rayne watched and listened intently, knowing that these moves would most likely save her life one day.

After the lesson, Rayne drove home to take a shower before heading out to a textile store. She had driven by one on the way over to the shooting range that morning and figured stocking up on different kinds of fabrics and textiles would be useful in the future.

Rayne entered the store, which looked more like a large warehouse. There were shelves upon shelves of every kind of fabric imaginable. They were all neatly rolled into bolts, allowing for easy access.

As she weaved through the aisles, marveling at the sheer amount of different fabrics available, Rayne realized she had never dealt with fabrics outside of a basic sewing class she had taken in school during her earlier years, so she didn’t really know what to look for.

Shrugging her shoulders, she decided she would just store as much as she could.

Rayne had just finished storing all of the fabrics in the aisle she was currently in when a mother with a young daughter walked by.

"Mommy, my princess dress needs to be pink! Princesses only wear pink, don’t you know?" the young girl enthusiastically explained to her mother.

"Yes, yes! Let’s find the perfect pink fabric for your dress," smiled her mother. They walked the shelves until the little girl’s eyes lit up.

"Mommy! I found it! I want this one!" she shouted happily.

Her mother walked over and looked at the fabric. It was indeed a really suitable fabric for the dress; however, there wasn’t enough fabric left on the roll.

"I’m sorry, sweetie, but there’s not enough fabric left to make your dress. Let’s look for another one," she said gently.