Todos os capítulos de The Apocalypse Chef and the Iron-Hearted Soldier: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The thudding footsteps drew closer, each impact rattling the loose debris in the alleyway. Dimas didn’t wait. He scooped the glowing fried rice into a plastic container with frantic, trembling hands, shoved the portable stove into his backpack, and bolted behind a cluster of overturned trash bins."Keep it down," he hissed at the stranger, who was still staring at the street with his mouth agape. "Unless you want to be the appetizer, move!"The man shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance. "You’re right. Move. Now."They scrambled into the dark recess of a maintenance closet attached to the back of a grocery store. Dimas held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Outside, a shadow eclipsed the moonlight, casting a massive, distorted shape over the alley. A low, guttural snort vibrated the walls, followed by the sound of claws scraping against brick. The beast was sniffing the air—searching for the lingering scent of that impossible rice."Is i

The night air felt heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of ozone and the rotting sweetness of the urban decay. Dimas stepped over a heap of shattered glass, his breath hitching as he felt the crunch beneath his sneakers. He gripped the strap of his backpack so hard his knuckles turned white."Stay low," Rafael whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant, rhythmic grinding of something metallic moving on the roof above them. "And for the love of everything, don't trip. I can't be your shield if I’m busy dragging you out of a crater."Dimas scuttled behind a rusted delivery van, keeping his eyes locked on the sliding loading bay doors of the grocery store. "I’m moving as fast as I can. Why do you have to be so loud?""I’m moving with purpose, kid. There’s a difference," Rafael retorted, peering around the corner of the van. The golden glint in his eyes had subsided, but his movements remained eerily fluid. "You’re shivering. Is it the cold, or are you actually terrified?""I

The transition through the ventilation shafts was a nightmare of dust, cobwebs, and the claustrophobic scent of recycled air. Dimas dragged the heavy pack of supplies, his knuckles scraping against the rusted interior of the ductwork, while Rafael moved ahead of him with the silent, predatory grace of a ghost."Keep your head down, kid," Rafael whispered back, his voice sounding oddly amplified in the narrow tunnel. "We’re almost to the basement of the old butcher shop. It’s got a concrete foundation. Thick walls. No windows for them to spot us through."Dimas adjusted his grip on the pack, his breath hitching as he felt a scrape of metal against his ribs. "Are you sure this place is secure? I can't be cooking if we’re getting raided every twenty minutes. My focus is ruined, and if my focus is ruined, the food quality drops.""It’s a butcher shop, Dimas. Think about the irony," Rafael chuckled, his eyes glinting in the dark. "It’s a fortress. I checked it out during the first wave. Th

The golden light erupted from Rafael like a miniature sun, scouring the shadows from the corners of the basement. The massive creature—a sprawling, multi-limbed terror of scales and jagged bone—shrieked, a sound like grinding tectonic plates, and recoiled from the sheer intensity of the aura.Rafael didn’t wait for it to recover. He moved with a speed that defied physics, his boots cracking the concrete floor as he launched himself into the air."Stay down, Dimas!" Rafael roared, his voice layered with a resonant, metallic hum that wasn't there before."Don't you dare die on me, you idiot!" Dimas scrambled back, his hands still trembling from the heat of the cooking pot. "Finish it! Just finish it!"Rafael twisted in mid-air, his broken sword glowing with a blinding, iridescent indigo light—the residual energy of the infusion binding to the steel. The creature whipped a massive, spiked tail toward him, intending to swat him like a fly."Too slow!" Rafael barked, slashing through the a

Dimas stood frozen, his pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against the cold metal of the freezer door. The note didn't feel like a threat; it felt like a spotlight. He read the elegant, flowing script one more time, his fingers tracing the ink as if to verify it was real."Rafael?" he called out, his voice cracking. He didn't turn around, keeping his eyes locked on the paper.A heavy thud echoed from the hatch, followed by the clatter of a boot hitting the concrete. Rafael emerged from the shadows, his chest heaving, his armor stained with fresh grime. He slumped against the wall, sliding down until he hit the floor."Clear," Rafael gasped, wiping sweat from his brow. "They lost our trail at the secondary pier. I led them toward the container yard."Dimas didn't move. He held the paper out, his hand shaking. "Rafael. You need to see this."Rafael squinted in the dim, flickering emergency light of the warehouse. He stood up with a groan, taking the note. He read it in silence, his express