All Chapters of The Apocalypse Survival Manual: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

That dream was ridiculous. Zeph smiled at Nicole, and the next second, he lunged forward with a knife, yelling, "Give me your storage space!"Nicole snapped awake, breathing hard. Cola pushed his head close, letting out a soft whine as if he was checking on her.She immediately checked her storage space with her mind, trying to calm herself down. Everything was still there. The storage space, his weapon, even the two bunches of red grapes.Nicole took a melatonin pill, and this time, the dreams didn't come back.When she woke again, it was already midday. The hallway outside was full of activity. Beatrice was practicing her punches, Jeremy was working on his archery, and Hughie was pedaling hard on a bike to generate electricity.They had already agreed that power generation would be handled by Hughie's group.Whether it was dealing with the people collecting protection rations or going out to search for supplies, Nicole and Zeph had been doing more. So Hughie's group took on m

Even the faintest hint of the smell was enough. The survivors' noses picked it up instantly, and as soon as they did, their mouths watered. Hunger twisted in their guts, irritation rising with it.Those people on the 18th floor were having stew again!They cursed under their breath, over and over, but not a single person actually dared to do anything about it.That group had gone head-to-head with the protection collectors in real fights, using actual weapons. People said they had even electrocuted a few of them.Word had already spread. The ones collecting protection rations were called the Drakebane Guild, and just yesterday, they had been wiped out in a joint operation by the military and local authorities. Hundreds had been arrested.The timing felt too exact. The 18th floor had just clashed with them, and right after that, the entire group was taken down.More and more people were starting to believe the 18th floor had powerful backing.Who were they, really? They weren't a

What kind of person would raise a dog like that, one that showed his teeth the second he saw people, eyes shining like he might lunge at any moment?There was Cola, strolling along with an easy, confident swagger. Even from a distance, the danger in him was unmistakable."Grandma, th-there's a dog!" A little kid ducked behind his grandmother, voice shaking. "I'm scared!"Cola tilted his head, lips pulling back. Scared? Good. Finally, they knew better. He would see who still dared to think about making a meal out of him.He bared his teeth wider, muscles tightening, ready to spring if needed.The kid started crying. The old lady scooped him up and hurried off, covering his mouth. "Don't cry. You'll draw its attention."At this point, no one dared provoke the people from the 18th floor. They didn't even dare provoke their dog.Walking out like this felt different. Jeremy and Hughie couldn't hide their grins.Nicole frowned instead. She crouched down and pulled at Cola's mouth.

If the authorities didn't handle it the same way across the board, that 160,000 pounds of food would just sit there, useless. No one knew how many people would go hungry because of it.Jasper fixed his eyes on the man causing trouble. "Tell me exactly what you lost."The man launched into a list. The longer he talked, the more absurd it sounded. Rice and cooking oil made sense, but then he started naming expensive wines and rare liquor like he was reading off a menu."An '82 Lafite?" Jasper kept his tone even. "Which château?""Obviously 1982."A few people who knew wine burst out laughing. "That's not what he asked, idiot! You don't even know what you're talking about, do you?"Jasper paused, then asked, "How much did you pay per bottle, and how big were they?""Over 16,000. And each one was…about 17 ounces."Jasper's expression hardened. "Take him away. Investigate him properly. We're not letting this kind of behavior slide."Just like that, the man ended up in handcuffs.A

The moment his human was shouted at, Cola turned and snapped at the girl, baring his teeth. "Woof!""Buster, why are you acting like this? It's me!" The girl froze, then her voice wavered. "I've been looking for you every day since you disappeared. I'm sorry… I should've watched you better."Cola's eyes went cold. There was nothing soft in his expression, only clear rejection as his teeth showed.Jeremy stepped in, irritation rising. He lifted a stick to push them back. "You see that? That's not your dog. Leave now before we stop being polite."The group on the other side didn't budge, however. They had the numbers, and they were set on taking the dog no matter what.Voices rose, shoulders collided, and people started pushing. If the military and police hadn't still been nearby, it would've turned into a real fight.Right as things were about to spiral, a patrol car pulled up nearby. "What's going on here?"The group stiffened and instinctively stepped back, creating space.T