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Chapter 111

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Cries kept rising at the window. The people outside slammed their heads until the skin split and blood streaked down the glass. The sound scraped at the nerves.

"Come on now. Don't do this. It unsettles me." Cyrus sighed and walked to the window while lifting a steaming plate of pasta.

"My appetite wakes when I feel uneasy," he said and slurped a mouthful.

He ate with open pleasure. The neighbors stared and swallowed hard. Hunger gnawed at them. Rage simmered in them. Their pleas grew louder, and their heads struck the glass with frantic force.

"Cyrus, we were wrong. We only want to live."

"Give us a little food. Let us live like dogs. Anything you want later, we will do."

Cyrus kept eating. A hot plate of pasta could feel like a small treasure when someone starved. After half a plate he set the rest on the sill. One pane of glass kept them from the warmth. They could see the food. They could not reach it. Their faces spread against the window like animals pretending the feast be
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    Vincent: [She is one of Volaris City's famous car models. Look at her face and body, absolutely top tier. I guarantee you will like her. Help me, please.]Cyrus recognized the model at once. Vincent had bought the place only to show off for her. She always dressed to seduce, like a sly vixen, never short on temptation. Back then she barely looked at the men around her. With Cyrus she had stayed cold and proud.Now Vincent was willing to trade her for food. The woman looked worn out, and she seemed willing enough. She knew his house held supplies, so she pushed harder for his camera."What a worthless piece of trash," Cyrus muttered.Undoubtedly, she had a fine figure and a pretty face. Nonetheless, he refused to let in a shameless woman who would sell herself. Someone like that might stab him while he slept and steal the place. A woman who traded her body had no moral bottom line.He watched her video five times, then closed the chat with a sneer.More messages arrived. Men offer

  • The Apocalypse Hoarder   Chapter 111

    Cries kept rising at the window. The people outside slammed their heads until the skin split and blood streaked down the glass. The sound scraped at the nerves."Come on now. Don't do this. It unsettles me." Cyrus sighed and walked to the window while lifting a steaming plate of pasta."My appetite wakes when I feel uneasy," he said and slurped a mouthful.He ate with open pleasure. The neighbors stared and swallowed hard. Hunger gnawed at them. Rage simmered in them. Their pleas grew louder, and their heads struck the glass with frantic force."Cyrus, we were wrong. We only want to live.""Give us a little food. Let us live like dogs. Anything you want later, we will do."Cyrus kept eating. A hot plate of pasta could feel like a small treasure when someone starved. After half a plate he set the rest on the sill. One pane of glass kept them from the warmth. They could see the food. They could not reach it. Their faces spread against the window like animals pretending the feast be

  • The Apocalypse Hoarder   Chapter 110

    They were as good as dead already.Cyrus smirked. "Well, at least falling to your death is better than burning alive."A charred, twisted face slammed against the glass with a dull thud, eyes wide with hatred and despair."Help me! Please, help me!" the man screamed, his voice ragged with pain.Cyrus raised his coffee cup and gave a mocking salute. "Help you? Help my ass. Go die, you useless piece of trash."The man's final cry vanished into the roar of the flames.On the neighboring balcony, the 70 people waiting for their turn to attack could only watch in horror."Help! Somebody help me!""I don't want to die! Please!"The man engulfed in fire tried to climb toward them, clutching the railing with melting hands.Before he could reach them, a man on that balcony kicked his hand away without hesitation. "Get lost! You're done for. Don't drag us down with you!"The burning man clung desperately to the rail, but the other kept kicking. One savage blow broke his finger clean o

  • The Apocalypse Hoarder   Chapter 109

    Only a pane of glass separated them. Outside, the neighbors battled the wind and snow, their faces twisted by hunger and frost. They pounded on the window with everything they had.Inside, Cyrus lounged in his recliner, calmly eating.The contrast drove the mob wild. Their curses rose like a chorus."Cyrus, I'll kill you!" someone shouted."If I break this glass, everything inside is mine, you selfish bastard!""Enjoy your coffee now. It's your last day!"Cyrus lifted his cup and waved. "Keep going. You're doing great."Gradually, the men hammering at the glass slowed. They were on the 24th floor. The wind sliced through them, and the snow drained their strength. They couldn't last long, forcing them to rotate every ten minutes.Half an hour passed.The glass still held, and only a few scratches marked its surface. Hope faded from their eyes, yet they stayed. The sight of his fire and food kept them there.Then Cyrus noticed Jack's men among the crowd. Jack's involvement was

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    The narrow balcony filled quickly. Ten people crowded onto it, their faces pale and drawn, looking like corpses brought back to life. Hunger had twisted their expressions into something grotesque.Cyrus thought, 'If real zombies existed, they'd probably look like this.'Blows struck hard. Metal clanged against glass beneath the howling wind and falling snow. The fanatics kept smashing the floor-to-ceiling window, oblivious to pain. Some split their hands open, and blood trickled down and froze on their skin.When they had battered the wall earlier, it had been pure hunger driving them. Now, with only a pane of glass between them and warmth, their desperation sharpened into madness. They saw everything—his comfort, the roaring fireplace, the man lounging in a thin shirt on a white recliner like a lord. A steaming cappuccino sat beside him, still releasing delicate wisps of vapor.The weapons on his coffee table weren't what broke them. The half-eaten food beneath it was—chips, burg

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    Jack and the others spent the entire morning pounding at Cyrus' walls. They tore away plaster, floorboards, and ceiling tiles, only to uncover thick layers of steel beneath. Eight inches of it—it felt like a nightmare.With nothing but human strength, breaking through was hopeless. The cold gnawed at them, draining what little energy they had left. Every strike burned through more of their strength until several collapsed, too exhausted to stand.Stomachs growled in the silence. Hunger clawed at their insides.Then a dark thought flickered through someone's mind, a thought so terrible it froze them in place. They tried to bury it, but the seed had been planted. Desperation made monsters of people.Andrew looked defeated. His arm had begun to rot, the infection creeping up in angry streaks. Without antibiotics or proper care, he knew he would die."You bastard, Cyrus!" he shouted. "Why are you so cruel? You live while we starve! What right do you have?"Then someone spoke up. A ne

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