All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

These days, the only things worth watching were the movies and shows they had cached earlier, along with state-run news feeds from around the world. Most domestic coverage felt like a waste of time. Nothing there deserved attention.After a while, the living room began to feel wrong. The air tightened. That day's news carried something important, and it carried something else that settled in the gut like ice."The snow disaster has lasted more than a month with no sign of stopping. Temperatures remain brutally low. Connectivity between most regions worldwide is beginning to fracture."Resource conflicts are escalating. The worst clashes are between countries and between regions."Extreme weather has caused authorities in multiple areas to lose control. Armed organizations are rising and using force to seize resources and dominate the surviving population."…The report weighed on everyone. It said the quiet part out loud. The world had officially entered an age without laws or ru

Barbara's bright little face all but said, *Praise me now.*Cyrus smiled and rubbed her head. "Babs, you did great."She clearly enjoyed the touch, though she waved it off. "It was just basic maintenance. Nothing hard."A sly glint flickered in her eyes as excitement crept in."Next, I want to see who's been trying to break in." She flicked out her pink tongue and licked her lips. "If I can crack their network instead, that'd be way more fun."For a top-tier hacker, chasing higher difficulty came by instinct.Cyrus considered it, then asked, "How confident are you? And if it goes bad, what's the risk?"He had no urge to strike first. Still, learning more about the people watching him would be useful."Hard to put a number on it," Barbara said. "We haven't really crossed blades yet, so I don't know their level. From what I can tell, their attacks on the bunker aren't very strong."She looked up at him. "But don't worry. Even if I can't break in, I can cover my tracks. They won'

"Mrrrow…"That counted as agreement."Good. Then we're settled," Cyrus said.He understood cats, especially strays. Trust came slowly, and that was fine. He carried more pet snacks in his pocket dimension than he could ever use himself.He glanced at the pile of food. 'Still, a cat that big eats a lot. I'll need other food sources for the long term.'Cyrus gripped the wheelchair handles and slowly backed toward the door. When they went back inside, excited voices burst from the living room.He turned toward the window. The mutant cat was gone."Cyrus, look! Look!" Zoey grabbed his arm, her eyes shining, and pointed at the food pile.Cyrus focused. He nearly cursed out loud.The massive mutated cat, more than 30 feet long moments earlier, had shrunk into a normal-sized tabby.The women had not seen a cat in far too long. They crowded the window, faces bright with delight, like spring after a long winter."It can alter its size at will?" Cyrus asked. Pleasant surprise colored

Two threads parted, each moving along its own course.After Cyrus left Greenvich Academy with Barbara and Keira, Ilyana took charge of the remaining students and led them up through the snow.None of them knew the mutated cat, Buttercup, had slipped away after Cyrus and Barbara. Had they known, they probably would have stayed behind. After all, the academy still held enough supplies to last for a while.But ignorance often invited misfortune.When they reached the surface, the wind slashed at their faces like knives. Within minutes they were forced to retreat, stumbling back into the hollowed tunnels of snow before frostbite claimed them.Inside, Christopher could barely contain his excitement. He snatched out his phone and called his father, Anthony Wright, pleading for help.The call connected.Anthony listened to their account, then told them to stay put. He would send a rescue team.Hope ignited instantly."We're saved!""We don't have to rot here anymore!""Christopher

As the students worked, quiet resentment began to spread."Aren't they here to rescue us? Why are we the ones hauling supplies?""We've suffered all this time. I thought rescue meant being taken care of. Turns out we're just labor."Someone edged closer to Christopher and whispered, "Chris, this isn't what you promised."Christopher looked uneasy. He'd bragged more than once that Anthony was a senior figure in the West Ridge Order. But what he saw now didn't match the story. His father's standing there was clearly not high, and with soldiers nearby, this was not a topic he could safely discuss."It's a special situation," Christopher murmured back. "They can't afford to keep anyone idle."He added, "Just work. Once we reach the base, we'll rest."No one had a better option.Outside, soldiers loaded supplies onto the sleds—more than expected, enough to fill every one. They exchanged satisfied nods before sending several sleds ahead.Anthony went with them. In his condition, he