All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Natalie continued, "We still have five packs of crunchy instant noodles and three bags of regular ones. Half a jar of Tabasco sauce is left in the kitchen, but the bread and other pasta are gone."Diana clutched her head in misery. "Pasta and instant noodles! That junk doesn't even fill you up!"Natalie's eyes locked on her. "Diana, the situation outside is really bad. Do you think this snow might never stop?"Diana froze, then slowly turned her dazed eyes toward the window. Through the frost-etched glass, she could barely make out endless flakes swirling down from the sky.The snow had been falling for ten straight days without pause. The second floor of their building was already buried, making it impossible to go outside. The distant streets lay in lifeless silence, with no sign of official snowplows.Diana's heart sank. She had no idea how long this disaster would last—or if it would ever end.Covering her eyes, she began to sob. "Nat, what are we going to do? If this keeps u

That fleeting warmth had lasted barely ten minutes, yet the fire's heat had moved Diana to tears. Unfortunately, her apartment had little left to burn. Once the scraps of wood and furniture were gone, all she could do was cling to the memory of that brief comfort.And that bastard Cyrus actually had a fireplace at home.Volaris City lay in the south, where even in the coldest winters a down jacket was rarely needed. Who in their right mind would install a fireplace in an apartment?Diana had no time to puzzle it out. Her eyes stayed fixed on the photo, while her thoughts were consumed by one desire: she wanted to go to Cyrus' home.He had sprawled so casually, bare legs stretched before the fire, and had a table piled high with food beside him. At that moment, Cyrus became Diana's greatest hope for survival.Beside her, Natalie, bundled in a blanket, noticed the change in Diana's expression. She craned her neck for a look and froze. "My god! That photo isn't fake, is it? How could

Diana was certain her little trick would work. The routine had never failed her before. A bit of coquettish playacting, and her simpering "loverboys" would trip over themselves to please her.She believed that Cyrus would be no different. He had once pursued her too. As far as she was concerned, a woman like her needed only to lift a finger, and he would come running, tail wagging in delight.Once she crossed Cyrus' threshold, she would have no trouble finding excuses to linger. At worst, she could toss him a few crumbs of affection.'Men are all the same anyway,' she thought smugly.What she had not counted on was Cyrus' reaction. Watching her forced sweetness through the screen, he felt nothing but revulsion.Disgust churned in his gut as he wondered if his past self had been brain-damaged. How else could he have wasted two years groveling after such a woman?Back when they both worked in the warehouse district, female employees were scarce. Diana had stood out with her painted

As expected, Diana's expression twisted the instant she heard those words.Beside her, Natalie stole a glance, her eyes flashing with a faint, almost imperceptible trace of delight.So it was true—best friends were often nothing but plastic. On the surface they cared, offering advice "for your own good," yet deep down they secretly wished you would embarrass yourself.Diana's voice trembled as she demanded, "Russy, what do you mean by that? Weren't you the one who liked me the most before?"Cyrus sneered, "Don't get me wrong. You're certainly attractive, but I never once thought about dating you seriously. At most, I was just playing around."With my qualities, finding a good-looking, well-built girlfriend here in Volaris City is hardly difficult."You? Please. Where did you even get the confidence to think I was desperately chasing you?"His tone was light, almost amused, but every word cut into Diana deeply. And he was not boasting. He was simply stating facts.As a Volaris n

Natalie frowned. "But right now, Cyrus has plenty of food in his hands, and even a fireplace for warmth. That's more than any rich heir could give you."She glanced outside. The blizzard still raged, showing no sign of letting up. From the scraps of news on their phones over the past two days, it seemed the entire world had been buried in snow.Her voice trembled. "Could it be that this disaster will never end?"Only a handful of official channels still broadcast on TV. Experts, bundled in thick down jackets and shivering as they spoke, repeated the same lines: "The blizzard will soon be over, the people have strength, perseverance means victory."Yet the window told a different story. Nothing hinted at an end.Natalie hugged herself tightly. "If this blizzard doesn't stop, we won't freeze to death. We'll starve to death right here at home."Her words stripped Diana's anger, leaving only raw fear. They had been trapped inside their apartment for ten days that felt longer than ten