All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mindy and the others were furious. Diana had lured them into attacking Cyrus' home, and now they were the ones bleeding and dying. And after all that, she wanted to run off and enjoy his supplies by herself? Not a chance.In the middle of surgery, Percy nearly burst a vein when he heard Diana say she was going to find Cyrus."Diana, how could you do this to me? Didn't you say you hated Cyrus the most? Did you forget you said you'd be my woman?"Mindy slapped her hard, but Diana held her cheek and snapped back through clenched teeth. "Is it wrong for me to chase my own happiness? Staying with you all was only temporary. Once we run out of supplies, we're finished anyway. Cyrus' place is warm, stocked, and safe, with food and heat. Why shouldn't I go to him?"She looked at Percy as if expecting him to understand. Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Percy, you've been kind to me. But loving someone means wanting them to be happy, doesn't it? What can you give me that Cyrus can't?"

Zoey held out her hand to Mindy. She wasn't the type to offer help for free. Mindy understood the unspoken rule and handed over a small packet of biscuits. It wasn't much, but if rationed carefully, it could last two days. Zoey seemed satisfied and soon left.When she was gone, the room fell into stifling silence. The three wounded men lay on the sofa wrapped in blankets, grimacing as pain pulsed through their bodies.Percy stared at Diana, eyes full of grief, while the others looked at her with cold hostility.Andrew broke the silence with a harsh breath. "We can't just sit here and wait to die. We need medicine from Cyrus. If these wounds get infected, it'll be a slow, ugly death."He turned to Mindy and Natalie. "You both know how it is. Without men to protect you, surviving in this world will be nearly impossible."Their expressions hardened. They knew he was right. That was why Mindy had joined them in the first place."But what can we do? We already failed once," Mindy said

Mindy sent a voice message at once. "I can assure everyone here, all these videos were taken recently. Cyrus' place has always been stocked with food, fuel, and supplies. He's living like a king now."Natalie chimed in. "That's true. I went with him to the supermarket once. He bought so much later on. Have you all forgotten?"Her words jogged memories, and other neighbors sent their voice messages as well."Yeah, there were trucks outside his building every day. I wondered what he was up to.""Did he know about the blizzard ahead of time? That's despicable. He didn't warn anyone.""How could he be so heartless?""We've lived next to him for years. He's unbelievably selfish."Their outrage spread like wildfire. Each person piled their misery onto his name. No one stopped to ask whether they would have believed him if he had warned them. They didn't care. They only felt owed."Cyrus must answer for this!""Why should we suffer while he lives comfortably?""He has food, medicine

Cyrus barely paid attention to the messages from the women in the building. To him, they read like short, laughable fanfics. He never even bothered to reply.A few bold ones sent him private selfies, hoping to tempt him. He glanced at them, but they stirred no interest. Most of those women were far too confident for their own good. A few were decent-looking, but most were painfully ordinary.They weren't like the influencers online who knew how to move just right—arch their backs, tilt their hips, and sell fantasy with every pose.These women thought they could test a man's resolve with dimly lit, awkward selfies? Please.The men were simpler. Some tried to sound friendly, calling him "bro" and asking for handouts. Others, mostly older men, resorted to guilt trips, preaching that he should "care for the elderly." The worst one sent a message Cyrus refused to think about again.After scrolling through them all, he got bored. He propped his phone on a stand and left the chat open, c

Zoey hesitated before agreeing. Her conscience wouldn't let her hide, though she despised the neighbors who plotted robbery out of jealousy. In the end, she chose to help Cyrus.He set a condition. "Show me something useful first. Then I'll give you what you want. It's up to you to prove yourself.""I understand," she said.Zoey was kind, but not naive. She wouldn't beg for favors unless she had no choice. Their conversation ended there.The neighborhood group chat kept blowing up—more than ninety unread messages and counting. People tagged Cyrus, begging and threatening him.[Where are you, Cyrus? Answer us! Are you going to hand over your supplies or not?]The impatience in their tone made him smirk. He could feel their rage. They were already plotting to take him down.He replied with two words.Cyrus: [Eat shit.]The chat exploded with curses. Cyrus didn't care. If they had the guts, they could come and try. He had killed once before and felt no guilt. He wouldn't hesitate