All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

They thought Cyrus was already a dead man. Even with a pistol, how many people could he kill at this distance?All Cyrus saw was Kenenth dropping in front of him and a wave of twisted faces surging forward. His expression hardened until it felt carved from ice. He had told no one about today's plan. Not even Kenenth.Kenenth had no idea that Cyrus wore a bulletproof vest and reinforced pants. Those three rounds would not have pierced him. Yet Kenenth, grateful in his own blunt way, had thrown himself into the line of fire without hesitation.It was the first time since the world froze that Cyrus felt anything resembling guilt. The feeling lasted only a moment before it ignited into fury.Rowan stood closest. He roared and swung a shovel toward Cyrus' skull.Cyrus rolled across the ground and slid behind the snowmobile. He came up in one smooth motion. A black assault rifle, loaded and ready, snapped into his hands as if summoned from nothing.The rage on the attackers' faces shif

However, after today, Kenneth would occupy a different place in Cyrus' mind. At the very least, some matters were worth entrusting to him."Kenneth, are you still alive?" Cyrus crouched beside him, scanning the courtyard for stragglers while checking for a pulse.'No pulse…' A chill shot through him. Then he remembered the cut-proof gloves still on his hands. He would never feel a pulse through them, even if Kenneth's life depended on it.He rolled the man over.Three blood-soaked patches marred Kenneth's torso. None sat over the heart. Cyrus could not tell whether the wounds were survivable.Still, he had to try. If he did nothing, the guilt would lodge itself in his chest and never leave. This way, even if Kenneth died, Cyrus could live with himself.He pulled a vial of epinephrine from the pocket dimension and drove it hard into Kenneth's chest. Then he shouted toward Building 25, "Get over here! Help!"A cluster of neighbors hovered at the entrance, frozen with fear. His ear

They carried Kenneth all the way to Cyrus' door on the 24th floor. Two teams had already rotated out during the climb. Even so, the remaining men were gasping for breath, yet no one dared complain. They all knew that if Cyrus grew displeased, he would kill them without hesitation.He ordered them to set Kenneth down. "You can all leave."Relief swept through the group. They scattered down the stairwell as fast as their legs could carry them.Chloe stayed behind, clutching her child as she cried over Kenneth's body.Cyrus frowned. "Chloe, go back downstairs. We need to remove the bullets soon. You can't help here."She shook her head, her voice trembling with rehearsed devotion. "No. He needs someone with him. I can't leave his side."She seized Kenneth's hand as if on cue. His expression softened a little at her touch.Cyrus felt the urge to shoot her, but Kenneth lay right there. Saving him took priority.He unlocked the door.To Chloe, the click of the lock sounded like the

Multiple bodies littered the ground. The snowmobile sat abandoned in the blizzard, with bags of food scattered around it, a painfully tempting sight.Once Cyrus left with Kenneth, a few desperate people, fearless or starving beyond reason, rushed out of their buildings and hauled the supplies inside.Cyrus descended one step at a time. His stride stayed steady, untouched by anger. They had fired the first shot. It would have been rude not to answer.He had planned something quieter, poison. If they wanted escalation instead, he'd have no objection to meeting it head-on.Dusk settled over the complex. As he continued downward, he pulled out his phone and tagged every surviving resident in the main group chat.[All residents, gather on the fourth floor.]He slipped the phone into his chest pocket and took position on the fourth-floor landing, rifle in hand, and waited.People began to emerge. Heads peeked nervously around corners. No one dared provoke him, and no one dared ignore

The windows were sealed shut, frozen solid beneath layers of ice and snow. No amount of pushing or kicking made them budge. The building had become an oven, and they were sitting ducks trapped inside. Smoked ducks.Cyrus stood outside with his rifle. Yellow firelight bathed his face, warm and steady. He remembered a bonfire night in college when everyone laughed, sang, and danced beside the flames. It was a good memory.Tonight's bonfire dwarfed that one. This fire was bigger, wilder, and far more honest.Only then did the neighbors grasp what he was doing. Screams and corpse-like coughing rose from within the building, sending a chill through them.The building had become a death cage. There was no escape.Cyrus had blocked the only exit. They could stay inside and die, or they could come out and die faster.Soon, someone broke. A figure staggered down the smoke-filled stairwell, choking, eyes useless. He stumbled and fell straight into the flames.A piercing scream rang out. T