All Chapters of The Apocalypse Survival Manual: Chapter 711 - Chapter 720

A few of the others grinned. "Don't worry, Vince. We'll take very good care of her."However, at least one of them still had some common sense. "That woman's armed, and she clearly knows how to handle herself. You don't even have your gun anymore. Isn't this a little reckless?"He barely finished speaking before someone kicked him."If you're scared, get lost!" A lackey in a floral shirt pulled out a gun and handed it to Vince with a flattering grin."Anyone who disrespects Vince disrespects all of us. We're taking care of those women today."Vince took the gun and checked it. There were only two bullets, but that was enough.He wore a bulletproof vest and brought plenty of people with him. No matter how tough that woman was, he figured she couldn't take on all of them at once.Last time, he only got hurt because he let his guard down. This time, he was going to make her beg."Once it gets dark, we'll surround the place. We'll make her cry and beg for…"Before he could fin

Zeph could feel it, and strongly.Muscle and bone injuries took time to heal, but Cola recovered surprisingly fast. Zeph was still mostly confined to bed while Cola was already running around, full of energy.Nicole focused on taking care of Zeph, while Poppy and Cola handled patrols and kept watch over the surrounding area.With Nicole looking after him, Zeph's back improved a lot. He could finally get out of bed and take a few painful steps.As he looked at the sunlight outside the RV, he felt almost dazed. He couldn't tell if this was another dream brought on by being close to death, or if he had really survived."What are you thinking about?" Nicole walked over with a bowl of nutritious soup. "This should help with your recovery."Zeph answered honestly, "I'm wondering if this is real or just another dream."During the days he drifted in and out of consciousness, he had dreamed countless times. Some of those dreams were just as peaceful as this, but every time he opened his

Zeph rolled down the window. "What's wrong?"Two men stood beside the vehicle. One looked to be in his fifties and wore a crisp military uniform. His stern, square face carried an air of authority, and the insignia on his shoulders made it obvious he held a high rank.The younger soldier beside him was probably his aide.The aide, Simon Booth, noticed Zeph's helmet and immediately grew cautious, but he still approached politely. "Hello. Do you know anything about fixing cars?""A little. Nothing complicated."Simon nodded. "We're from the military base, and we need to get back there urgently. We'd like to use your vehicle."Zeph shook his head. "Sorry. It's our only car, and my family's inside."Simon looked frustrated. "Could you at least give us a ride? The base will compensate you with supplies."Zeph had no idea who these people really were, so there was no way he was letting them into the SUV. "There's no room. If you want, I can take a look at your vehicle instead."S

Even after holding back, Nicole still impressed the examiner. "Were you ever in the military?""No, but I've trained to military standards."For the shooting test, she could choose between a crossbow and a gun. After thinking it over, Nicole chose the crossbow and passed easily.By the time she finished, Zeph had completed his assessment, too.After passing both rounds, all four of them qualified. But there was still one last step: choosing whether to register as military personnel, ordinary survivors, or scavengers.Anyone who chose the military would have to go through another round of testing later. The other two options had no additional requirements. Ordinary survivors could be assigned jobs, while scavengers had more freedom but had to provide their own food and supplies.Nicole and Zeph didn't hesitate. They registered as scavengers.The staff member looked slightly surprised but didn't comment. He entered all four of them into the system, then gave them a receipt for

Sometimes, scavengers traveled hundreds of miles, burning through fuel and supplies, only to come back empty-handed.Most of them probably had no idea what they were supposed to do next, but one thing was certain: getting a regular job was out of the question.They would rather die than punch a clock.Once the administrative hall opened for business, Nicole went to the housing desk to ask about rentals.With Poppy and Cola, an apartment wasn't ideal. The walls were close enough that neighbors could probably smell whatever they were eating, and crowded housing tended to attract unwanted attention.So Nicole immediately decided on a detached house.No one knew when the tectonic collision would happen. They might as well be comfortable for as long as they could, as long as they kept a low profile.The detached houses weren't cheap, though. Rent was 50 pounds of food a month, with a minimum 6-month lease.That meant Nicole had to pay 300 pounds of food up front.They had just hand