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Pain flared, but now it was sharp and cold — no longer soft and naive. “You see clearly now. Use it. Trust only what you can control.” I nodded. I would. No more blind loyalty. No more misplaced kindness. Survival first. The interface pulsed, bright and insistent. I stared at the task: [Task: Gather basic survival supplies. Reward: Evolution Points + Inventory Expansion] I exhaled slowly, letting the weight of it settle. This wasn’t just training anymore — this was preparation. The apocalypse would come, and I wouldn’t have the luxury of perfect conditions. I needed everything I could get.

Another night passed. The apocalypse had now reached day 46. The weather remained brutal. Snow piled up to the height of two and a half floors, and with temperatures plummeting below –40°C, the snow showed no signs of melting—only becoming denser, harder, more unyielding. Yet, a significant number of humans had survived. Food shortages were growing more severe by the day, but for now, humanity still clung stubbornly to life. In the early morning, Ray stood by the window, watching the fog rapidly recede. He considered the plan for the day.

Alive. And trapped beneath the ice.

he gritted out, the single word a monumental effort. “No fuel,” Anton murmured, his own voice thick and slow. “Everything’s frozen.” “Not everything.” Sabatine’s gaze, dulled by pain, scanned the immediate ground beneath the canopy. He pointed a trembling finger at the lower trunk of their sheltering pine. “Resin pockets. Deadfall… under the snow. Small stuff. Kindling.” It was the operative speaking now, the survivalist pushing past the wounded man. Anton knew arguing was pointless. Survival had a logic that overruled agony. He forced himself to sit up, the world tilting nauseatingly. “Tell me what to do.”

Then he raised his voice, letting it carry over the crowd, through the minds and ears of every broken wolf still standing: “Anyone who is able to move—check on your neighbor. If you were hit with wolfsbane, move toward this side, here by the oak line. If you can walk, you can help. Go now.” Movement rippled through the battered survivors. Slow, unsteady, but determined. Simon turned back to Doc. “Do what you can. Loria will be here soon.” “I’ll keep them alive,” she promised. He nodded once and stepped back, eyes scanning the horizon. Our Luna was coming. And with her—hope. Or vengeance. Maybe both.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

"We don't have a refrigerator. We can only do this to preserve food." Uri memorized everything Finn taught him; survival knowledge like this is essential. Day after day, Clement did not come, making Uri extremely impatient. But the wooden house was the rendezvous point. He did not dare to go anywhere and could only wait patiently. Fortunately, with Finn by his side, life is less tedious and feels safer. On the eighth night, a flashlight glimmered in the woods, approaching the wooden house. Finn was the first to notice footsteps in the distance, nervously pulling Uri out of the house and jumping onto a hidden tree branch.

Beasts would be starving after the freeze, making it much more dangerous. The main issue with this was that little less than half Ironwoods entire population lives at the mine at any given time, so the amount of people going back to town was massive, making everyone fear that a group that big might attract stronger beasts than just wolves. Still many people stayed at the mines to protect it. "Anne, Bob, should anything happen just drop the cargo and hop on a sled. Going downhill will be fast and safe, besides this people are not our responsability" "Can you say that after you let so many people die because you wouldn't spare some potions?"