All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

One grenade killed about eight people outright. The two at the center were torn into shreds by the fragments. The shockwave and shrapnel ripped through another dozen, blood staining the snow. In weather like this, none of them would survive for long.The sudden blast stunned everyone. Most ordinary people never saw a grenade in their entire lives. Even in the Frostfall, no one imagined they would be hit by one.Chaos followed. There were many people, but most were little more than bodies dragged in to inflate numbers. As soon as panic took hold, they collapsed into a screaming, trampling mass.Even the building leaders, Marco among them, went pale. They called themselves leaders, but they were still ordinary people with slightly harder hearts. Explosions frightened them as much as anyone else."Don't panic. Don't panic."They shouted themselves hoarse, but they were not soldiers and had no discipline.Even their own followers dropped to the ground, covering their heads and clawin

"Second, we need heating supplies. Clothes. Quilts," Brandon said.He paused. Every eye in the room fixed on him.With no choice but to continue, he went on, "If our cooperation goes well, we can also send people to help you search outside. If everyone brings back more materials, it benefits all of us."He finished and felt quietly satisfied with his wording. "Mr. Knovell, what do you think?"Everything Brandon said sounded smooth, almost pleasant.Cyrus was not naive. He heard the barbs hidden inside the courtesy. Language was an art. The same demand, wrapped differently, produced entirely different results.Cyrus considered it and understood. A cold smile crossed his face. "I get it. You want me to collect food and supplies for all of you. No set amount. No upper limit. And when you talk about helping me gather materials, you mean my snowmobile. You want to rotate its use. Correct?"Brandon opened his mouth to explain, but Cyrus' expression turned sharp. He did not bother with

The five building leaders stared at one another, utterly baffled. Planting crops? Becoming farmers? Was he serious?Tony frowned. "Have you ever farmed before? In this cold? Every crop will freeze to death."Cyrus waved a hand in dismissal. "Now, now. No need to be so pessimistic. Back in Norlandia, they promoted corn, did they not? If corn will not work, I have other seeds. Potatoes. Wheat. Something will always fit."Brandon and the others fell silent."Cyrus, stop joking," Tony said. "Do you even know how cold it is outside? And where do you plan to plant? On ice?""So what if it is cold?" Cyrus replied. "We survived, did we not?"His expression grew solemn. "This blizzard may last a very long time. The politicians vanished overnight. They clearly prepared for a prolonged retreat. That tells us this apocalypse is nowhere near over. If we do not grow our own food, our supplies will run out. When that happens, everyone dies. As for where to plant, it is simple."He pointed towa

Because of their addiction, Marco and Tony agreed to Cyrus' terms almost immediately, desperate for the promise of a single pack of cigarettes each day.Lyla remained preoccupied with the lingering wet warmth between her legs. The sensation pinned her thoughts in place and drained what little focus she had left.Brandon steadied himself and spoke. "These conditions are too harsh. We can't make this decision on our own. The other buildings won't accept it."Jadon stood with his arms folded. His mind had never been particularly sharp. As far as he was concerned, as long as Cyrus provided food in any amount, his position as leader of Building 5 ensured that he would never starve.Still, since the others had raised objections, he forced a solemn expression. "Right. This isn't something we should decide lightly. We need to discuss it further."Cyrus' expression hardened at once. His voice dropped to an icy register. "Discuss it further? Are you playing games with me? If the five of you

Cyrus fired shot after shot. In a single breath, he had already taken down more than a dozen people.Have you ever played that childhood game where you toss pebbles at tadpoles? In spring, shallow streams fill with them, tiny black dots swarming through the water. One thrown stone sends them scattering in every direction, seized by panic. That was exactly how it felt to Cyrus.He chose a target standing at the center of a crowd, squeezed the trigger, and watched the rest scatter at once, frightened tadpoles fleeing for cover.Those who survived were forced to watch the person beside them collapse. Blood and brain matter splashed across their coats and faces. Terror seeped into their bones, stripping away any thought of resistance.Only after the crowd had completely broken, only after fear had hollowed them out, did Cyrus finally lower his sniper rifle.He turned back toward the five leaders. They remained frozen, statues carved from dread. His voice stayed calm as he asked, "Have