All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zoey ladled a bowl for herself and returned to her room. No one spared her a glance. They only cared about getting something hot into their mouths. A warm meal meant life. Every bite bought another chance to survive.She sat on her bed with the soup cupped in her hands and waited. She had emptied half a bottle of sleeping pills into the pot.The drug acted fast. One pill could put someone out in half an hour. After a heavy meal, blood rushed to the stomach and made people drowsy. With that dose, even an elephant would drop.As a doctor she knew exactly what would happen. They would sink into a deep sleep and would not wake easily. Only massive trauma could rouse them. The cold outside would lower their body temperature and push them into a kind of hibernation. It would keep them under.Soon, she heard snoring from the living room. One by one, they stretched out on sofas and chairs and slipped into unconsciousness.She held her breath and messaged Cyrus.Zoey: [I gave them a large

Jack tried to get up but found his hands tied tight behind his back. The floor beneath him was slick, unforgiving ice. Every attempt to move sent him sliding.He jerked awake when icy water splashed across his face. Disoriented for a moment, he blinked hard, then his eyes widened in fury as he realized he had been drugged.He had no time to think about who had done it. Freezing water drenched him, seeping into every seam of his clothes and stabbing through his skin like a thousand needles. The shock stole his breath, his muscles locking in agony.Around him, his men screamed, slipping and thrashing as they tried to rise. Ten people were crammed onto a narrow balcony, tripping over one another, hands tied, feet skidding helplessly across the ice."Cyrus!" Jack roared when he saw Cyrus on the next balcony, holding the hose that spewed their death sentence.For the first time since the disaster began, Cyrus had stepped outside his room, his supposedly impregnable window cracked open

Cyrus lowered his gaze to the medical kit on the floor."I suggest you take a shower first," he said in a calm voice.Zoey's face turned scarlet. She knew she had gone far too long without bathing. Her body likely carried an unpleasant odor, though she had never had a choice in the matter.Embarrassed, she hurried into the bathroom without another word.Cyrus opened his pocket dimension and took out several sets of women's clothing. He chose one and set it neatly outside the bathroom door."There's a clean set of clothes here," he said. "You can change into them when you finish. I picked what I think is your size. If it doesn't fit, I'll bring you another."He had managed supplies for long enough to develop a sharp eye. One quick look had been enough for him to judge her measurements.A faint, shy reply drifted out from behind the door. Then running water filled the apartment.Cyrus focused on the medical kit. He opened it with care and checked the contents. It held only a few

"That's why, as long as I'm alive, you'll have food, clean water, and heat. The moment I die, this apartment will match the frozen tombs outside. You'll starve with the rest," Cyrus said calmly.He still did not trust Zoey, not even after everything she had done. He knew she was kind and decent at heart, but that meant nothing to him. He trusted interests, not morality. Morality bent and broke. In this world, it rarely survived.He saw only one way to secure her loyalty. She needed to understand that his life and hers now moved together. To seal that idea, he reached into the air beside him. A faint shimmer rippled, and a long, wrapped sandwich appeared in his hand. He tossed it toward her.Zoey's eyes widened. Watching him pull food out of thin air felt like real magic. For the first time since the world fell apart, belief lit her face."Superpowers exist? Something like that is possible?" she whispered.She looked down at the sandwich, her throat tightening. She waited for permi

The fast food Zoey used to turn her nose up at now tasted so good it nearly brought her to tears. In less than ten minutes, she had cleared the entire table.Leaning back, Zoey let out a satisfied burp before noticing Cyrus watching her with a faint, amused look. Her cheeks warmed, and she covered her mouth at once.Cyrus did not seem to mind."All done?" he asked."Not quite," she said, tilting her head. "But I shouldn't eat too much at once. After starving for so long, overeating can cause gastritis.""So you're done, then? Good." Cyrus jerked his chin toward the balcony. "Time to work."Zoey blinked. "Work?"He didn't answer at first. He reached into the air beside him and pulled out two thick winter suits. Even though she had seen him use his pocket-dimension ability before, she still stared, wide-eyed.It felt like magic, and it reminded her why staying close to Cyrus was the smartest choice she could make. In the Frostfall, survival wasn't about luck. It depended on who y