Todos os capítulos de The Apocalypse Survival Manual: Capítulo 861 - Capítulo 870

As submarine 2688 passed Platform C, they spotted a large sign with red lettering. [Welcome home. Registration: Platform A, three miles to the right.]A footbridge connected Platform A to a deepwater dock.They pulled into berth 79 and climbed out. Several other submarines of the same model occupied nearby berths.Years of food shortages left most survivors painfully thin. To avoid drawing attention, Nicole found some old clothes for them to wear and used makeup to give their faces a gaunt, exhausted look.Hiding Cola took a little more work. Until they knew the rules here, he would have to ride in a hiking backpack on Zeph's back.Nicole worried he might squirm and give himself away. "You need to stay hidden, okay? Some people out there might try to eat you."Cola bristled, looking ready to charge out and take them on.Nicole quickly changed tactics. "What I meant was, they've never seen a dog before. A big, strong boy like you could scare someone. Then I'd have to give them

The monthly food allowance was three pounds of sweet potato or potato flour per person.The flour was nothing more than dried potatoes or sweet potatoes ground into powder. Flavor hardly mattered anymore. People needed whatever food they could get.Residents could also get three pounds of seed potatoes on credit, then use part of their harvest to pay off rent and supplies.When none of Nicole's group spoke, the staff member tried to reassure them. "These potatoes produce a good crop, and they're ready to harvest in two months. I know it's tough right now, but give it time. We're working to make things better."One cramped room would barely leave the four of them space to move. Nicole had enough supplies to pay for more, so she decided to rent three rooms.With resources already stretched thin, letting newcomers buy on credit was a generous offer. The base was doing what it could to keep people alive, and Nicole saw no reason to draw on that help when she could afford to pay.Se

The clerk gave Nicole a cold look, clearly in no mood to explain. "You wouldn't understand how it works even if I told you. Just focus on your work, tend your crops, and get along with your neighbors. Leave running the base to us."The staff already fielded more questions than they could handle. As far as the clerk was concerned, survivors needed to focus on feeding themselves and rebuilding their lives instead of pestering people who had work to do.The base had plenty of problems to deal with already. Explaining them to residents who couldn't help solve them would accomplish nothing.Nicole let it go, took the keys, and headed up to the third floor.The housing on Platform B was the first to open. Areas 1 through 3 housed active-duty military personnel, while Area 4 was reserved for civilians.No matter which military base they came from, anyone who wanted to keep serving had to accept a new assignment here.Military personnel made up the vast majority of the settlement's rou

In a world this battered, memories could hurt as much as any fresh wound. Everyone carried pain that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.Nicole didn't press Stella. She carried the buckets inside.No one made it through unscathed. When Nicole first met Stella, she wore that same dress with carefully applied makeup and took obvious pride in her appearance.She was fiery and jealous, but she also lived better than any of the women around her.Now, the dress hung on a woman who looked at least 20 years older. Her face was so thin and drawn that Nicole barely recognized her.Age changed people. Years of disasters only sped up the process.Nicole grabbed a mirror and examined her reflection. "Zeph, do I look a lot older?""No. You look pretty much the same.""You're just saying that." Nicole was past what she considered her best-looking years. Her skin only held up this well because she lavished it with expensive creams, using them as freely as cheap lotion."You're

Once aboard, Weasel and Stella found a secluded corner and huddled there with both children close.The convoy struggled through storm after storm. Ships drifted off course or capsized, and people were swept overboard.Eventually, theirs was the only ship left.Food was scarce, few people had enough clothing to keep warm, and the passengers were crammed together. Illness soon spread.Some starved. Others died of disease or slowly lost their minds.Every day brought more deaths.At first, the crew gathered the bodies and took them away. But as hunger took hold, passengers began watching those close to death, staring for hours with a hunger that had nothing to do with concern.No one knew who made the first move. A sick passenger took their last breath, and someone rushed forward with a knife, cutting flesh from their thigh.Others quickly joined in.The family barely had time to register the death before people swarmed their loved one's body.By the time the noise brought the c