ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Apocalypse / I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse. / 6.6

แชร์

6.6

ผู้เขียน: Fireflies
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-10-28 18:08:40

Without thinking twice, I charged across the dark warehouse straight toward Rosella’s private quarters.

I needed answers. If anyone in this wretched shelter was cruel enough to kidnap my brother in the middle of the night, it was her. I slammed my hands into fists at my sides, my chest heaving with rage as I marched forward.

I shoved her door wide open, my eyes scanning the room before locking onto Rosella.

Even in the dim lantern light, the smooth, unblemished quality of her skin infuria
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    21

    Our backpacks were gone, left behind in Marcus’s shelter. We were empty-handed, destitute, and exhausted, with nothing to our names except the clothes on our backs, a few scratches, and the faint hope that the tiny disk in Adrian's pocket held the key to our survival. We waited in the dark cellar for a long time, unsure if the Red Hour was truly over since Adrian had lost his watch back at Marcus’s shelter. I must have slept through part of the wait, because when my eyes opened, a thin ray of morning sunlight hit my face. I looked up to see that Adrian had unlatched the wooden hatch above, morning had arrived. “Phew...” I stretched my sore muscles before sitting up. Beside me, Noah was already awake, rubbing his eyes. “Noah, how are you feeling?” I asked softly. He gave a small nod. “I’m okay.” “Adrian, we don't have any bags or supplies,” I said, worry lacing my voice as I looked around the empty bunker. “We don't even know where the nearest convenience store is located. How ar

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    20

    I reached out into the dark interior of the iron chest, my trembling fingers brushing against the shoulder of a curled-up figure. The person flinched, turning around slowly in the dim light. My eyes widened in utter disbelief. It was Adrian. “Adrian!” I gasped. He stared back at me, his eyes wide with equal shock, just as a deafening bang echoed down the cellar from the trapdoor above. Adrian scrambled out of the container, but before he could say a word, I pointed frantically toward the far corner where Noah lay unconscious, then at the rattling hatch in the ceiling. The heavy wooden door was bending under violent strikes from above. Adrian looked at me, then at the hatch, and finally back at Noah. “Gather everything heavy in this room,” Adrian ordered, his voice grim. “We’re barricading the door.” A tearful smile broke across my face as I nodded eagerly. I couldn't explain the overwhelming relief and joy surging through my chest. I had been terrified that we would never

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    19

    I could already tell Elara wasn't happy staying in this shelter, and I understood why she doubted Marcus. But I couldn't deny that the comfort here was premium, the best I had experienced since the apocalypse began. In all the years since the Red Ones appeared, I hadn't slept a single night as deeply as I slept in this room. Perhaps that very comfort made me blind to the obvious warning signs. After eating the warm meal Lyla brought us, I couldn't help but feel strangely light and airy. My eyelids grew heavy, and I was just about to lie back down when I noticed a tiny glint inside the shade of the bedside lamp. As I reached out to inspect it, the bedroom door opened, and Lyla walked in. “Are you bored?” she asked smoothly. She extended her hand, gesturing for me to follow her, and I obliged. She guided me down a long corridor to a large room and swung the door open. Inside, dozens of well-dressed adults were milling about, playing games, and socialising. The luxury was overwhelmi

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    18

    “You said my mom was here,” I demanded, staring straight into Lyla's eyes. “Where is she?” Lyla’s smile vanished, replaced by a cold, eerie look in her eyes. “I don't think she’s here, Elara. And I never said she was.” She turned to Adrian and Noah, raising an eyebrow. “Did I ever say I knew exactly where your mother was?” Adrian and Noah both gave a slow, drowsy shake of their heads. “Okay, fine!” I pressed, my heart hammering. “What about the school basement? Aren't we still going there?” Lyla stepped close to me, her fingers gripping my shoulder so tightly her nails dug through my shirt. She leaned down and whispered harshly into my ear. “Stop questioning me, Elara. Just comply with what I’m doing if you want to make it out of here alive.” My entire body went rigid. What does she mean by that? I thought, cold dread pooling in my chest. Who am I really running from, the monsters outside, or the humans inside? Right now, I can't tell which one is more terrifying. I gave a s

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    17

    Just as I reached my hand toward the hidden camera inside the lamp shade, the bedroom door swung wide open, and Lyla stepped into the room. “Are you bored?” she asked, offering a pleasant smile. I gave a silent nod, pulling my hand back as subtly as I could. “You should have just said so!” Lyla chuckled. “Come with me. Let me show you something.” I nodded again, stepping around the bed to follow her out into the hallway. She guided me down a long, unfamiliar wing of the hospital until we reached a set of double wooden doors. She turned the handle and pushed the door open to reveal a large playroom inside. Around a dozen children were scattered across the carpet. They were playing silently with plastic toys and building blocks. I know I shouldn't be wandering off, I thought, but maybe I can get some real answers about this place from one of the kids. “Thank you,” I muttered to Lyla before stepping inside. I scanned the room, examining the quiet faces of the children. My eyes

  • I Promised To Protect My Brother In the Apocalypse.    16

    As I arrived back at the room, I climbed onto the soft bed, but sleep refused to come. All I could think about were the starving refugees locked outside, screaming for shelter. Even in the darkest catastrophe, the wealthy were somehow able to thrive, completely insulated from the horror. But where was Master Marcus getting meals and endless electricity? Does their food ever run out? Who was supplying him with medical cream and clean soap? None of the residents in this hospital ever went outside to scavenge. Are we really safe here? I asked myself, clutching my mother's scarf. I must have drifted off eventually, because I opened my eyes hours later to the rich, warm scent of freshly cooked food filling the room. “Breakfast is ready,” Lyla announced smoothly, setting a heavy metal tray onto the bedside table. Beside me, Noah sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked infinitely better than he had yesterday, his cheeks had regained their natural color, and his eyes were bright as he stare

บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status