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## Building an Arsenal for Survival

Vivek stood beside his small truck, surveying the mountain of fried chicken delivered to the roadside. "Put it in my car, and make it snappy," he instructed the delivery crew, a hint of urgency in his voice.

The crew, initially hesitant to load the truck themselves, found themselves readily complying. Vivek's generous tip, accumulated over the past half month of outlandish orders, had proven to be a persuasive argument.

As the fried chicken truck departed, another one arrived, this time laden with roasted duck. The scene repeated itself, with the truck disappearing and the mountain of food vanishing into Vivek's mysterious space.

A shadow of the future loomed large in Vivek's mind. He had two years left, a precious window of time before the world as he knew it crumbled. Memories of a book, resurfacing from the depths of his subconscious, painted a grim picture: an apocalypse, a world overrun by zombies, and humanity teetering on the brink of extinction.

Only a select few, gifted with supernatural abilities, would manage to survive the coming chaos. This knowledge fueled Vivek's determination to prepare, to build an arsenal for himself and his family.

The next few hours unfolded in a flurry of activity. Vivek, armed with a list of his favorite dishes, targeted several renowned hotels. From each, he ordered a hundred packages of meticulously prepared meals - sauerkraut fish, mushroom chicken, flavorful duck, and an array of other delicacies. These culinary treasures, too, found their way into his hidden dimension.

"After the apocalypse, let alone eating these, you won't even be able to dream of them," he muttered, a hint of grim satisfaction in his voice.

His shopping spree continued. He procured tons of meat - pork, beef, mutton, and various poultry - ensuring a diverse and substantial protein source. Live animals, marine life, and even edible plants were meticulously collected and integrated into his ever-growing stockpile.

Weapons of all shapes and sizes were stockpiled - arrows, firecrackers, bullets, and an assortment of bladed weapons. Medical supplies, radios, and satellite phones were also secured, all obtained through various channels, including the black market.

Vivek wasn't taking any chances. He was building an ark, not just for his physical survival, but also for the remnants of a world on the verge of collapse. In the face of the impending catastrophe, he was determined to be more than just a survivor; he would be a protector, a beacon of hope in the coming darkness.

## The Hummer and the Hidden Driver

At the black market's vehicle stand, Vivek secured a Hummer H1 with five hundred thousand dollars. An additional two hundred thousand went towards modifications, focusing on the car's defensive capabilities. The original chassis was deemed sturdy enough, so the expert reinforced the exterior with steel plating, replaced the windows with bulletproof glass, and installed an anti-theft system.

Driven by Vivek's urgency, the expert modifier worked tirelessly, transforming the vehicle from three in the afternoon to ten-thirty at night. The hundred swords were delivered to the warehouse earlier, at eight o'clock.

With the modifications complete, Vivek requested the expert to drive them both out of the black market. The modifier, mistaking Vivek's caution for fear, readily agreed. After leaving the black market, Vivek thanked the man and watched him disappear into the night.

Alone on the deserted street, Vivek glanced around furtively before transferring the Hummer into his interdimensional space. It wasn't a fear of driving in the dark that motivated him; the truth was, he didn't know how to drive at all. However, the advantage of his space allowed him to learn in private, away from prying eyes.

After a half-hour wait, a taxi approached, and Vivek grabbed the opportunity to return to the warehouse.

The next morning, after his usual shower, Vivek returned the warehouse key to the owner and promptly left. With a few hours to spare before his appointment with the old man, he visited a gas station and fueled up, storing a million dollars' worth of gasoline in his space.

Preparation complete, all that remained was securing the fruits and vegetables from the mountain village. Checking his watch, he saw it was almost time and started his (imaginary) engine, driving the (invisible) Hummer to the designated location.

As he approached, the old man was already waiting by the roadside, the recently cleared mountain road bustling with passing trucks.

"Old grandfather, hello!" Vivek greeted, paying the parking fee before approaching him.

The old man beamed upon seeing Vivek. "Little boss, you've come! This is the place. Please follow me. Thanks to your down payment, the road is almost completely cleared after a few days of work."

Following the old man, they walked along the partially cleared road, passing piles of soil, and entered the secluded village. Nestled amidst the mountains, the village with its mud-brick houses and thatched roofs offered a picturesque sight, a stark contrast to Vivek's urban upbringing. The fresh mountain air and the lush green fields teeming with various crops were a refreshing change as well.

Upon returning from his first meeting with Vivek, the old man, known as Cabbage Er, had informed the villagers about the potential business opportunity. As a result, the villagers were eager to meet Vivek. A curious crowd had gathered at the village gate, whispering and gossiping excitedly. Only with the intervention of the village chief did the villagers settle down.

"Little boss," the chief began, his voice filled with gratitude, "we are deeply grateful for your assistance. Without you, our road would still be buried under debris. Cabbage Er told me you're here to buy fruits and vegetables. Feel free to choose any you like, and we will ensure you get the freshest produce."

"Village chief, there's no need for thanks," replied Vivek. "I'll take a look around and let you know the quantities I need later."

And so, with a hidden arsenal, a full stomach, and a thirst for fresh produce, Vivek embarked on the next chapter of his preparations, forging a vital connection with the humble mountain village.