Back To Survive In The Frozen Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Kōjin’s forgefire echo lingers—hammer sigils burning molten on armor, heat radiating. Julian Bathory and his vampire legions—shadows boiling eager, fangs gleaming. Ground forces—SEALs, Marines, international coalitions—holding outer rings with grim determination, trenches dug in ice, heavy weapons hot. A lone survivor—civilian glaciologist Dr. Elena Voss, trapped in a half-collapsed research station bunker—records on cracked cell phone, hands shaking uncontrollably, breath fogging lens, flashlight beam trembling. **Dr. Voss (whisper, voice cracking, terrified awe):**

They helped me take her out . Some were still shocked because i had never done such thing . "Take them to Eric " I said getting out of the water and going back to the car . We drove back to HQ . They took them to the medical room where Eric examined them . " These two are barely alive,but they will be fine in 2-3weeks" Dr Eric said " And the other one?" I asked coldly "Sorry but that one is in critical condition. She might never wake up , I don't know if she will make it as her brain cells are frozen due to being in the water longer,her heartbeat is faint ,we can only prepare for the death "he explained

This collection was going to be a piece of cake, just as the rest of our stay in this post-apocalyptic world had been. Justine paved the charge to the front door, and Diana and Ricky separated to join Dr. Melendez in the control room to watch the gathering. We ended up waiting for Dr. Melendez to unlock the gate, and I almost shuddered. There was a new layer of accumulated snow on the ground, crunching beneath my shoes, and I drew my coat tightly about myself, struggling to remain warm. I only prayed my mittens wouldn't get in the way of my capability to squeeze the trigger on my handgun, but I couldn't take them off and jeopardize my fingers becoming desensitized and uncooperative.

The first twenty-four hours of the apocalypse are mostly admin. That is not what movies suggest. Movies prefer running, screaming, glass breaking, one heroic idiot saying “we have to go back” while everyone else silently recalculates their friendship. Maya has running. She has screaming. She has glass breaking. She also has a checklist. At 7:44 p.m., she leaves the warehouse through the rear exit with a backpack, crowbar, pistol, radio, gloves, mask, and the expression of a woman popping out for milk if milk now required route planning and possible blunt-force trauma.

Among the desperate and the dying, she was known as the woman who would stitch up an Orc’s jagged gash or treat a human’s infection without asking for the payment she knew they didn't have. Marcus, standing ten feet away with his hand on the rusted door of their armored truck, had once been a promising architecture student. But now, he has only built excuses. Rhea had met him in the early months of the collapse. For three years, they had been a pair or so she had convinced herself. But the apocalypse had a way of eroding a man’s foundation, turning solid stone into shifting sand. "He’s alive, Marcus," Rhea grunted, her muscles screaming in protest as she heaved the massive, unconscious stran

After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat. In the story, right before we reached the government's underground bunker, Hudson abandoned me. Without laws, the monsters roaming the wasteland were far more terrifying than the heat. I fell into the hands of raiders and met a miserable end. The sudden download of information made my head spin. As Hudson reached out to hand me the ice, I instinctively swatted his hand away. "Don't! I... I don't want it anymore." Silence fell over the RV. Maybe he was so used to my dramatic mood swings that nothing surprised him anymore. He looked at his reddened hand and shook his head in resignation.

“Mission 001. Survive for the next one hour. Failure to survive would result in termination of specimen. Time left: 01:00:00. You cannot reject the mission, acceptance is involuntary.” “And what if I don't want to do it? What if I wanna leave like I planned to? I'm not planning to die here again.” I muttered in exasperation, my heart thudding in my chest when the timer started. “00:59:59.” "You have to stay and survive the apocalypse." The system said and I scoffed, having enough of this bullshit.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.