Once the apocalypse actually hit, this water wouldn't just be for drinking. I could freeze it into ice blocks with my system to keep my family cool. Water was the single most important thing for survival, so I needed to take as much as I could carry.
I was loading case after case into my cart when I spotted them across the aisle—Owen and Lesley, arm in arm, walking straight toward me.
I turned to leave.
Owen's hand slammed down on the case of water I'd just picked up.
"Wanda, how can you be this selfish? You're cleaning out the entire store. What about everyone else?"
I gestured at the deserted supermarket around us and stared at him.
"Which eye are you using to see me 'cleaning out' anything? Look around. Do you see a single other customer? Who exactly am I keeping from buying water?" I let the contempt drip from every word. "If your brain's broken, go see a doctor. Don't stand here making me sick."
I had zero interest in wasting time on Owen. I gripped my cart and steered toward the next aisle.
He stepped directly into my path.
"You're keeping me from buying. I just reserved every bottle of water in this store. Without my say-so, you're not walking out of here with a single one."