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Thus, he had his Apocalyptic Legion gather together. At that moment, all the organizations in the wasteland had already come to know of the incident. Additionally, the news only kept spreading more and more. After the war in Sword City, Lucas had made his Apocalyptic Legion go to places throughout the wasteland to make a name for themselves. They were like generals from the main cities as they arrived at all the places where zombies were gathered in the wasteland. “Our master is Lucas the Demon." Although all the organizations of the wasteland had yet met Lucas the Demon, his name was like thunder striking the earth—everyone was aware of his name.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

She tries to charge again, but Rebecca holds her back. "Stop," she yells, "Stop. You, shut the hell up. You stop trying to kill him. Okay? My god. Listen, we're out of Boston now. Let's just move on. Drifter, where to next? We're not in Boston anymore so I can't help with directions." Eyeing the package, the package eyeing me, I turn away from her. "Don't worry," I say, now facing Rebecca. "I can take over." Looking beyond, I see a complete wasteland. There is nothing but death before. Skeletons covered the ground, weeds and dried trunks are the only plants leftover, and there isn't so much as a drop of fresh water anywhere.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

Whatever happened to Marcus along the way, though, he had clearly fallen on hard times. That was the apocalypse. Nothing ever went the way you expected. Zeph shook his head and focused on driving. Halloway had a military base, but the newer parts of the city were just as deserted as everywhere else. Anyone who could get into the base already had. Those who couldn't either moved farther inland or simply gave up. By this point, plenty of people didn't even care anymore. Staying alive one more day was hard enough. Some probably wished the tectonic collision would just happen and get it over with.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

The Fierce Hunter Base convoy rumbled steadily along the cracked highway, the endless road stretching toward the horizon. The smell of decay lingered heavily in the air. Rotting human corpses, mangled monster carcasses, abandoned vehicles, and collapsed buildings littered both sides of the road, serving as grim reminders of just how dangerous the apocalypse truly was. No one dared lower their guard. After nearly seven hours of travel, the convoy gradually slowed. "We're here," Erick announced as he looked through the windshield. Ahead lay a wide-open area that had once served as a highway service station. It had now become the designated assembly point where several survivor bases would gath

I knew this pattern. In my first life, the warnings had started like this, growing more serious every day while people continued to insist that everything would return to normal. I looked at the date on my phone. The apocalypse was approaching faster than I had expected. And my bunker wasn't finished yet.

"Ethan, we did it. The apocalypse is gone. The bridge, the cloud, it's all— it's gone. We saved everyone." Ethan looked at her, bewildered. "Did what? What are you talking about?" Lena smiled through tears, pointing at the screen. "The apocalypse is gone! Look!" Then another line appeared beneath it. Smaller. Colder. *HUMAN POPULATION: 0* Her smile disappeared. Instantly. "What?" she whispered. The screen flickered violently, as if glitching. *TIMELINE STABILITY: FALSE* *COLLAPSE STATUS: ACTIVE*