All Chapters of After Divorce, I’m Thriving In The Apocalypse : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The moment the first man fell, the distribution square descended into chaos.People who had spent hours waiting patiently under the scorching sun abandoned all restraint when they realized the water supply would not come close to meeting their needs. Hundreds surged toward the military truck, shoving against one another as they fought to reach the soldiers unloading the supplies. The temporary barriers toppled beneath the pressure, and the few guards attempting to maintain order were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of desperate people.“Everybody, step back!” one soldier shouted through a megaphone. “There are supplies for distribution! Maintain order, or the distribution will be stopped!”His warning only made the crowd more frantic.Those at the back could barely see what was happening near the truck, but the sight of people holding bottled water was enough to convince them that they

Her gaze briefly settled on Daniel’s swollen wrist and Vanessa’s torn clothing, but she showed no surprise and offered no questions. She simply turned back to the workers, checked the final carton on the manifest, and stepped aside as her gate began to close.Daniel watched the heavy metal panels move between them, his empty stomach twisting with resentment as the last glimpse of Charity’s secure driveway disappeared from view.Daniel’s legs finally gave way a few steps from Charity’s gate.He dropped onto the curb, his injured wrist pressed against his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. The journey back had drained whatever strength he had left, and the heat radiating from the asphalt made his already miserable condition worse. Beside him, Vanessa stumbled forward before falling onto her hands and knees.Neither of them had the energy to get up.The armored courier was al

During their earlier encounter, he had assumed Charity was simply an unusually prepared young woman who had become obsessed with buying supplies. He had even tried to persuade her to sell him her fuel contract, convinced that she had purchased far more than she could possibly need.She had refused him, then managed to lose the vehicles he sent to follow her.At the time, Thomas had found her stubbornness irritating.Now, looking at the heavily fortified property and the private deliveries arriving despite the city’s collapse, he was beginning to understand that he had underestimated her badly.This was no ordinary residence.It was a hidden fortress stocked with resources, protected by security, and apparently equipped to remain comfortable long after the rest of the city had become uninhabitable.Thomas’s eyes narrowed as he studied the villa, and a sharp, greedy glint appeared in them.He had just realized t

“Those fuel trucks came here several times. I watched them pump fuel into underground tanks through a valve near the driveway. She has a huge solar array on the roof, too. That's how she keeps the lights and everything else running even when the rest of the street has no electricity.”He spoke faster as he realized Thomas was finally paying attention.“She also has plenty of supplies. I've seen her drive out at night and return at dawn with her vehicle loaded. Food, water, everything. She has been preparing for this for weeks, and I know the layout of the property because I used to live with her.”Daniel's hands trembled against the asphalt as he tried to keep up with his life. He wasn’t exactly sure about what he was doing. But he was desperate. Anything for survival.  He was exhausted, humiliated, and desperate, but the possibility of gaining something from Thomas made him forget his discomfort.

Charity reached the side porch just as the damaged latch finally gave way.The metal bolt snapped with a sharp crack, and the gate swung inward, striking the wall with a heavy clang. Marcus came through first, gripping a thick metal pipe in his right hand. His swollen eye was still weeping, and the red, irritated skin around it made his expression even uglier. He looked furious, but beneath the anger was something more troubling: the confidence of a man who believed he had finally cornered the person who had humiliated him.The first thug followed closely behind him, with the second man stepping through moments later.The floodlights would do little to stop three men who had already forced their way through the gate. Her stun gun had fallen somewhere along the corridor during her hurried approach, leaving her with only the pepper spray in her pocket and whatever she could use from the porch.Fortunately,