All Chapters of The Apocalypse Survival Manual: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Gabrielle was getting old. Her heart couldn't take much shock. Besides, the guy next door wasn't the only one in the building losing his mind.She made the call and moved to the 17th floor. There had been killing on the 18th floor, too, but that was self-defense. Compared to the rest, their mindset was on a completely different level.The two families didn't just move their belongings upstairs. They also removed their stainless steel doors, planning to copy the 18th floor's setup and turn the stairwell into a fortress with three additional doors.But they didn't have the tools, so they knocked on the 18th floor to borrow some.Nicole didn't answer right away. She glanced at Zeph and Jeremy instead. There were tools in her storage space, but those couldn't be taken out.Zeph had a handheld impact drill. Hughie's group had acetylene for welding.Still, people were complicated. Now that they had chosen to move to the 17th floor, it was obvious they were looking for protection.If N

Back upstairs, Beatrice offered to share some of the firewood with Nicole.Nicole shook her head. "I've got plenty of clothes and blankets. I don't burn through wood as fast. You guys keep it and stock up. If I need more, I'll go get it myself."Knowing how she was, Beatrice didn't push.Hughie knocked on Zeph's door, and everyone gathered again at Hughie's place. "Good news!"A lot of people had gone to Mount Westbridge for firewood today, and they had picked up some encouraging news. "The government's going to start distributing supplies."During the floods, travel had been nearly impossible, and many government departments had shut down. Now that everything was frozen over, it was brutally cold, but at least people could move around again."The government's handing out relief food the day after tomorrow. Once a week, one pound each time. Residents have to bring their ID to their designated neighborhood distribution site to collect it."One pound of grain per week wasn't m

For a moment, plenty of people were tempted, but not a single one dared make a move.Poppy rarely got to come outside, and she was over the moon. Holding Zeph's hand with one side and Nicole's with the other, she skipped along, completely ignoring the biting cold, grinning the whole way.Most residents came early in the morning to collect food, so by the time Nicole and Zeph arrived, the line wasn't too long.It took less than 20 minutes before it was their turn. They had to fill in their ID and address, verify their identity, and bring their own bags for the grain.Nicole used a flour sack. One pound of grain really wasn't much.Seeing that both the trainer and Poppy got theirs, Cola looked around and started getting anxious. "Whine… whine…"He had stood in line, too. Why didn't he get anything?Nicole couldn't help laughing. "You're a dog. There's no relief food for you."Why not?Cola bristled, glaring fiercely at the volunteer as if he had been personally wronged.The vol

Back then, Edward had been confident. Girls like Nicole, straight out of an orphanage, were the easiest to control. She could make money and survive, but she lacked security, craved affection, and was overly sensitive.All he had to do was play it right. With his looks, a crooked finger was enough. She would shower him with gifts, attention, and even throw herself at him without hesitation.So what the hell happened to Nicole? She used to give gifts whenever he hinted. She even rented a place just to chase him. Dropping over 1,000 dollars on a pair of sneakers didn't make her blink.How did a girl that obsessed with love flip like a switch and turn into someone completely different?Wait. Edward suddenly thought of what Mary had said before, all those vague comments about Nicole being a different person. Could it be… Had she really changed into someone else?If a disaster like this could happen, then what couldn't?Lost in thought, Edward didn't notice anything strange about

The Malinois had incredible endurance. Once Cola let loose, he tore across the ice like the wind.Strong and sure-footed, he moved with effortless grace, skimming over the frozen ground and neatly veering around the occasional frozen corpse in his path.The only problem was that he didn't actually know where Mount Westbridge was, so it was easy to head the wrong way.Nicole clicked her tongue at him. "It's where we caught pigs last time."Oh, right, not just pigs. There were wild rabbits, too.With that hint, Cola instantly adjusted direction and charged forward, reaching the base of Mount Westbridge in half an hour.They had come early. There wasn't a single person in sight yet.The bamboo grove was halfway up the mountain. Not wanting to waste time waiting below, Nicole headed up with the dog.Bamboo didn't burn well, so survivors prioritized cutting trees.In such a short time, the trees at the base had already been stripped clean. Every so often, they passed frozen corpses