Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 140: Amy

The snowmobile cut through the endless white landscape, the cold wind biting at their faces as they sped across the frozen wasteland. Curtis was still as enthusiastic as before, chattering nonstop since they had left the supermarket.

"I swear, Karl, we’re basically the same person," Curtis laughed. "Monotonous life, work, mindless scrolling until we pass out, then wake up and repeat."

Karl kept his gaze forward, the cold doing little to faze him. "One difference."

Curtis raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I don’t talk as much," Karl said flatly.

Curtis burst out laughing. "Fair point."

Evelyn, seated in front with Emmet, let out an exasperated sigh. "Two pieces of trash making too much noise."

Karl and Curtis exchanged glances before chuckling. There was no point arguing with Evelyn. She was always like that.

"But seriously," Curtis continued. "I used to think if the world ended, life would be more exciting. No rules, no bosses breathing down your neck just because you clocked in five minutes late. But in reality? This is more boring than our old lives."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "No electricity to scroll?"

Curtis pointed at him dramatically. "Exactly, my cultured friend."

Karl exhaled. "You’re not the only one who feels that way. A lot of people thought the world ending meant freedom. In the end, they just traded one form of oppression for another."

Curtis nodded. "True. We’re no longer corporate slaves—we’re survival slaves now."

Evelyn scoffed and turned slightly to glance at them. "You two are still luckier than most people."

Curtis smirked. "Oh? And who decides who’s lucky in a world like this?"

Evelyn’s sharp eyes locked onto him. "The ones with power."

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Karl understood exactly what Evelyn meant. After the world collapsed, new hierarchies formed. It was no longer money or titles that dictated control—it was strength and resources.

"I won’t lie," Curtis admitted. "I preferred the old system. At least there, I could pretend to be happy."

Karl glanced at him briefly before looking back ahead. He understood what Curtis meant. Before the world fell apart, at least there was the illusion of choice—now, even that was gone.

As they neared the apartment complex, the atmosphere shifted. Even from a distance, Karl could see people gathering near the entrance, their voices rising in heated arguments. The snowmobile’s engine had barely died down before the shouting became clearer.

"That’s bullshit! We’ve been out scavenging too—why should they get more?"

"We have kids to feed! You think I’m just gonna let mine starve while you hoard supplies?"

"Everyone needs to calm the hell down!"

Evelyn groaned. "Here we go again."

Emmet sighed as he shut off the engine. "This is getting worse every time."

Karl stepped off the snowmobile, quickly scanning the crowd. It was the usual scene—residents of the apartment complex huddled together, their faces a mix of desperation and frustration. They all relied on scavenging groups like Karl’s to bring back food and medical supplies, but tensions always flared when it came to distribution.

Curtis nudged Karl. "Man, you’d think people would have figured out how to work together by now."

Karl exhaled. "Survival makes people selfish."

Before things could spiral further, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Enough!"

Julia.

The crowd quieted almost instantly as she stepped forward, her presence commanding attention.

Karl didn’t miss the way Curtis straightened slightly, eyes practically sparkling.

Julia was one of the few people in the complex who still held onto some semblance of order. A woman in her mid-thirties, she carried herself with the kind of authority that wasn’t forced—it was natural. With long, wavy auburn hair and sharp but warm brown eyes, she exuded both strength and kindness.

Dressed in a worn but clean sweater and a thick coat, she looked tired but composed. More importantly, she looked like someone people could trust.

"We’re not doing this," Julia said firmly, arms crossed. "Fighting over scraps is exactly how we make things worse. Everyone gets a share. No exceptions. We go by the list, just like always."

"But—" someone started, only for Julia to shoot them a sharp look.

"No ’buts.’ We agreed to a system, and we’re sticking to it."

The grumbling continued, but no one dared to challenge her directly.

She turned to Karl and the others. "What did you find?"

Evelyn answered first, tossing a bag onto the ground. "Food—canned goods, dried stuff, and some bottled water."

Karl followed, placing the medical supplies next to it. "Painkillers, antiseptic, and bandages. The pharmacy was untouched."

Julia nodded, assessing the haul. "That’s good. This should last us a little longer."

She turned back to the group. "Alright, I’ll divide everything. Families with kids and the elderly get their portions first. After that, the rest will be distributed evenly. If anyone has a problem, they can take it up with me later."

No one argued.

As Julia began organizing the supplies with practiced efficiency, Curtis leaned in close to Karl, whispering just loud enough for him to hear.

"Ideal Milf."

Karl didn’t even hesitate. He simply nodded.

As the chaos settled and Julia took control of the supply distribution, Curtis nudged Karl with his elbow.

"Alright, bro, enough standing around. Come check out my place," he said with a grin.

Karl gave him a skeptical look. "Why?"

Curtis smirked. "You’ll see. Trust me, it’ll change your life." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Karl sighed but followed him anyway. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

They weaved through the dimly lit corridors of the apartment complex. Most of the doors were shut, with only a few residents peeking out. People in this building had learned to mind their own business unless it directly concerned them.

After climbing a few flights of stairs, Curtis stopped in front of a door marked 301.

"Welcome to my humble kingdom," he said dramatically, pushing it open.

Karl stepped inside, immediately noting the clutter. Empty food cans, a pile of mismatched clothes, and an old blanket were shoved to one side of the room. Despite the mess, there was an attempt at making the place comfortable—a few scavenged pillows, a working lantern, and even a small stack of books in the corner.

But what really caught Karl’s attention was the large object covered by a blanket near the bed.

Curtis shut the door behind them and turned to Karl with a smug expression. "Alright, bro, I know what you’re thinking—’How does Curtis stay so happy despite being alone in this hellhole?’"

Karl folded his arms. "Not really."

Curtis ignored him. With a dramatic flourish, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it off.

Karl’s face barely changed, but internally, he was stunned.

Sitting on a makeshift stand, fully intact and perfectly maintained, was a life-sized sex doll.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Karl blinked. "Sex doll?"

Curtis grinned proudly. "Not just any sex doll, my friend. The best investment of my past life."

Karl just stared.

"Look, man," Curtis continued, gesturing toward the doll like a salesman. "While y’all were out there suffering, dealing with loneliness, begging for scraps of affection, I was here—living my best life."

Karl exhaled. "I... have so many questions."

Curtis clapped a hand on his shoulder. "And I have all the answers."

Karl shook his head. This was not how he expected today to go.

Karl sighed, still staring at the doll. "Alright... I gotta ask. How long have you had this thing?"

Curtis grinned like he had been waiting for this moment. He placed a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath as if preparing to tell some grand tale.

"Amy and I? We’ve been together since a year into my job," he said, motioning proudly toward the doll.

Karl blinked. "You actually saved up for this?"

Curtis nodded. "Damn right I did. But let me tell you, bro, it was not easy."

Karl folded his arms. "Oh, this I gotta hear."

Curtis smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Alright, listen up. It all started when I realized how pointless my life was. Wake up, go to work, come home, scroll endlessly, pass out. The only thing keeping me sane was my dream—the dream of Amy."

Karl’s face remained blank. "Uh-huh."

Curtis continued, completely unfazed by Karl’s skepticism.

"But Amy wasn’t cheap, my dude. She was top-tier quality. None of that budget crap. We’re talking realistic skin texture, adjustable joints, premium material. She was the Ferrari of sex dolls."

Karl ran a hand down his face. "Oh god."

Curtis ignored him and powered on.

"I did the math. If I wanted Amy, I had to make sacrifices."

Karl raised an eyebrow. "Sacrifices?"