Todos os capítulos de The Apocalypse Hoarder: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Cyrus knew this district better than anyone. Every major company in Volaris City kept its warehouses there, and hundreds of them sprawled across the zone in all sizes. If he could gather everything and haul it back, he could feed not only himself but thousands.The real question was whether anything remained.He drew his handgun and crowbar and headed to the nearest Darunga Mart warehouse. With a hard swing, he shattered a window on the upper frame and leaned in for a look.The massive storage hall lay empty."Someone already moved the goods out?"He had expected that outcome, so the disappointment felt muted. He moved on to the next warehouse, then the next. The result was the same—medical supplies, daily goods, food, snacks, and even pet feed had all been swept clean."Figures," he muttered. "When disaster hit, the experts would have alerted the higher-ups immediately. And the higher-ups would move supplies first."That was why he had emptied the Volmart warehouse a week befor

The excavator was simple to control. Two levers moved the machine and another set guided the bucket.Cyrus found the fuel tank, poured in a full drum of diesel from his pocket dimension, and climbed into the cab.He turned the key. Despite the bitter cold, the engine caught, and the machine showed a stubborn spark of life.Cyrus eased the levers forward. The bucket carved through the snow and flung huge loads aside. At first, he moved with care while he learned the controls, but his pace quickened as he settled into the rhythm.Within 30 minutes, he had cleared a pit nearly 10 feet deep. The treads could now crawl forward without trouble.Tracks beat wheels in weather like this. The excavator kept a steady grip on the packed snow, and Cyrus realized he could even use it as a slow transport vehicle in a pinch.With nothing but novice skill and stubborn patience, he worked for nearly two hours before the bucket struck something solid.'A building!' His heart lifted.He swept snow

Once the food had been handed out, Natalie erupted in another tantrum. Rowan and Callum, now loyal to Cyrus, forced her down before she could spark more trouble.Afterward, Cyrus sent everyone back to their units.Zoey walked at his side and slipped her hand around his arm. She whispered, "Something feels off in the complex today."Cyrus eased his arm free. His expression stayed calm as he asked, "Oh? What do you mean?"She froze for a heartbeat when she remembered he disliked any restraint on his hands outside. He tolerated it inside the apartment. Outside, he stayed alert and never relaxed."I feel like a lot of eyes are on us," she said. "It's intense, almost like people are spying on us."Cyrus smiled faintly. "That's normal. A snowmobile will always stir jealousy. This is the south, and no one else has one. With it, I can go out and bring back supplies. In other words, I can guarantee survival. Who wouldn't want that?""But do you think people from the other buildings might

Cyrus finally pieced everything together."Oh, so that's how you understood it." He nodded slowly. "But don't you think there might have been a misunderstanding?"He lowered his gaze toward Linda and met her hatred head-on. His voice dropped and drifted coldly through the stairwell. "To be honest, I'm the kind of man whose bark is worse than his bite. How could I watch a child die in agony? That was why I went to your place with medicine after that."Linda's eyes widened. "You're lying!""No, I'm not lying. I went to your unit. Think carefully. Oh, right. You stayed too focused at the time and lost track of everything around you. Maybe you forgot."A trace of regret flickered in Cyrus' eyes. "When I arrived, Timmy was still breathing. His chest was moving. But you, sigh… He had a chance to live. You stripped it away. What a wonderful grandmother you are."His tone sharpened until it turned glacial.Linda's mind had already been fraying. Cyrus' words twisted the last threads, and

Once Cyrus and Zoey returned to the apartment, he stripped off his winter gear, dropped onto the sofa, and snapped, "That damned lunatic old hag."He sprawled across the cushions with his chest rising and falling from leftover adrenaline.Zoey disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a basin of steaming water. She knelt before him with a soft smile, slipped off his thick socks, and eased his feet into the warmth.In a quiet voice she asked, "Were you frightened just now?"Cyrus leaned back. "Not really. Ever since the world ended, nothing surprises me anymore. In chaotic times, any sort of madness is possible."He had worn a police-grade bulletproof vest, and unless the old woman had the reflexes of a trained assassin and managed to slice his neck, she would never have hurt him. Still, he was no wooden statue. Anyone would react to a sudden knife swing.He closed his eyes for a moment and asked, "While I was out, did anything happen in the complex? Especially the other bui