Semua Bab The Apocalypse Hoarder: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Cyrus stepped out of his apartment and into a scene of warmth and peace. Parents laughed with their children in the square. Their faces were bright with carefree smiles. He knew better. In a month, this idyllic picture would shatter like glass.He quickened his pace. Just a short walk away stood a Michelin three-star restaurant. It was a place he had never dared enter. After all, a single meal there cost at least 1,000 dollars..Today he did not care. He had already died once. If that did not call for celebration, what would?Inside, Cyrus chose a seat by the window and ordered the most expensive dishes along with a bottle of Chateau Lafite. By the time the waiter left, the bill had already climbed to nearly 10,000 dollars.The servers eyed him with curiosity and envy, likely taking him for some spoiled heir. What ordinary man would throw away that much money on a single meal?Cyrus did not bother to explain. When the dishes arrived, filling the table with color and fragrance, he

The three of them pushed the loaded carts back into the residential complex. Cyrus' neighbors spotted them along the way and began whispering. Cyrus did not care. Now that those two women had witnessed his shopping spree, secrecy was impossible.If survival had been his only goal, he could have sold everything, vanished into the wilderness, and built an impregnable fortress. But what about revenge? What about the neighbors who had literally torn him apart in his past life?Until he killed them all, the knot in his chest would never loosen.One survival plan required staying in this very community, repaying every betrayal with a cruelty of his own design. That plan relied on the security company constructing a truly unbreakable safehouse. Failing that, Plan B awaited: an underground shelter far from civilization.He scanned the smiling neighbors. To them, his overflowing carts were a curiosity, fodder for gossip. However, Cyrus already knew the truth—when the world collapsed, these

Russell grinned. "Good. Our interest rate is 40%. You borrow 1,000,000, you pay back 1,400,000. Write me a promissory note for 1,400,000 dollars."He leaned back, eyes glinting. "And of course, you'll need collateral. A house, a business, a car—something of value."Cyrus hesitated for effect, then gritted his teeth and pulled out his property deed—the same one he had used earlier at the bank."My apartment's worth over 1,000,000 dollars. That should cover it, right? I've also got a Benz worth 60,000 dollars. If I can't pay, you can take that too."Russell's eyes lit up as he scanned the documents. The market value was easily closer to 1,200,000 dollars. With a car on top, the deal was solid.Still, he wore a dissatisfied expression. "Mr. Knovell, your place is worth 800,000 dollars, maybe 900,000 dollars at most. And you want to walk away with 1,000,000 dollars? It sounds like I'm taking a loss."Cyrus widened his eyes, panic flashing across his face. "Mr. Brond, you have to help

Cyrus left his address with the smokehouse staff so they could deliver the packs later. He could always fetch fresh meat and vegetables from Volmart's warehouse when the time came. Barbecue rubs and sauces were another matter. Restaurants never sold their real recipes, and supermarket bottles were cheap knock-offs, nothing close to the genuine article. If they were, nobody would bother eating at a smokehouse in the first place.After his meal, he headed home, only to receive a call from the manager of the five-star hotel."Mr. Knovell, your 500 tables' worth of food is ready. Are you available to receive it now?""Yes. Send it over," Cyrus replied.By the time he returned, the convoys were already en route. Five hundred tables would feed him for at least two to three years. With nearly 1,400,000 dollars still in hand, he was far from stingy. If anything, he was eager to spend it all.He thought of more dishes he liked on the way back. He called several of Volaris' most famous rest

The stockpile of cola alone filled tens of thousands of cases. The warehouse sprawled across more than 10,000,000 square feet, every aisle stacked to bursting with supplies: food, clothing, hardware, daily necessities—everything imaginable. Beyond that were cars, drones, diesel generators, and barrels of gasoline. If a supermarket could sell an item legally, it would be here.Cyrus had worked there for years. He knew every shelf by heart—every product, every aisle. He also knew the shift schedules, blind spots, and weak points in the security cameras.On paper, the surveillance was airtight. In reality, he could disable the entire system in under ten minutes. They would be down long enough to funnel the warehouse into his pocket dimension. But now was not the time. Weeks remained, and there was no reason to reveal his hand too early.After a leisurely walk around the warehouse, Cyrus left with a pack of premium cigarettes in his pocket and strolled next door to Runos Pharmaceuticals