All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Cyrus sat quietly in his living room, waiting for the mob of furious neighbors to arrive. His expression was calm and steady. The table before him was lined with weapons, each neatly arranged and ready.Just then, a message came through from Kenneth, the gatekeeper.Kenneth: [Cyrus, run! They're coming for you! And they're all armed!]A faint warmth flickered in Cyrus' chest. In a world like this, meeting a decent person was rare. He allowed himself a small smile.Cyrus: [Don't worry, Kenneth. I can handle it.]There was a long pause before Kenneth replied. The old man must have realized there was nowhere left to run. Fighting back was the only choice now.Kenneth: [Cyrus, I hope you make it out alive. I'm sorry. I can't help you this time.]The guilt in his words was unmistakable. He owed Cyrus a favor. Cyrus had once warned him to stock up before the disaster hit. Because of that, Kenneth still had pasta and sausages at home, enough to survive in relative comfort. But now, wat

Cyrus watched the crowd chatter outside, not even bothering to aim. They wanted his life, so he owed them no mercy. He was no saint.He raised the crossbow and fired. Bolts cut through the air, and people dropped. Only then did the mob realize how deadly his weapons were."He has weapons! Watch out!" someone screamed.The crowd tried to scatter, but the corridor was too narrow and packed with bodies. Panic made them stumble, and people fell in heaps like dominos.Cyrus didn't look away. He stayed focused, firing again and again. Each bolt whistled like a reaper's call, the sound choking everyone's throats.People surged toward the stairwell, desperate to escape. Some fell and were trampled before they could get up. Screams filled the air.Jack stood at the head of the stairs with his gun, pointing it at anyone who tried to flee."What are you afraid of? He's just one man. Charge!" he barked.His cold eyes and the gleam of the gun kept them in place. Jack wanted cannon fodder to

The pounding wouldn't stop, so Cyrus silenced it with a command. He activated the room's sound-dampening system, cutting off the hallway chatter and the relentless hammering. No one would use noise to rattle him.Twenty minutes later, the sounds faded. The building's owners stood staring at the metal wall, their faces drawn and empty. The air around them felt colder than the storm outside."How can this be? Who builds a house like this?" someone cried, clutching his face.The young couple next door whispered, "We knew he remodeled, but not like this."No normal household built walls like these. Everyone was stunned.Andrew, Percy, and Gideon had bloodshot eyes. If the entire building couldn't breach Cyrus' apartment, then their efforts were finished.Andrew bit his lip until it bled and didn't notice."He knew it was coming. He prepared to keep us out," Andrew shouted, pointing at Cyrus' door.Neighbors wept and cursed."Selfish bastard!""You stay warm while we freeze!""Yo

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

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