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Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

“Our bunker suddenly has a f-king lot of appeal. We could leave the world to implode and run away home. Spend the apocalypse f-king…” “There might not be a world left if we do that,” Sigrid pointed out using Greg’s shoulders to balance as she rose to her feet and then offering him her hand and lifting him to his feet. “Whilst the Van Helsings and the werewolves fight over who should live and who should die, this zombie virus could spread and spread and spread. By the time we decide to leave the bunker and check on the world, there might be only zombies left, and if that woman from the shop is any example to go by, zombie is not a food source that I find appetizing.”

With this goal in mind, Siera grabbed her keys and headed for the nearest store. An hour away from the city, in the deep bush, there was a survivalist shop owned by a paranoid old man named Frank. The man had invested in a significant amount of gear and equipment for the supposed “long-term stay.” Tragically, the old man died during the first week of the zombie apocalypse in the book. His cabin, however, remained unspoiled and would become the base for the main heroine of the book. This time Frank was not going to die. Siera entered the dusty store, and Frank welcomed her with a scowl, “You came awfully far; a girl in the good clothes, and a fancy truck in the parking lot.”

“You're welcome, My Valerie.” I turned and hurried through the entrance, my heels clicking rapidly against the polished floor. I could feel his gaze following me but I refused to look back until I was out of view. The moment I stepped into the parking lot, I sucked in a deep breath of cool night air and leaned against my car and pressed a hand to my chest. “My goodness,” I whispered. “That man is going to be the death of me.” Now that I'm certain of the zombie king's existence.. First thing tomorrow morning, I need to start preparing and stockpiling for the apocalypse.

"But we won't let that happen! If we know the horde is coming in two weeks, we leave in one week! We go to the mall early, before the horde!" Alice was writing this down fast. "What else?" Alice asked, her eyes sharp. Author interview mode. I took a deep breath. This was the hard part. "After the mall, you go to find Safe Haven. SafeHaven is a real city, with strong metal walls that keeps millions of zombies away. But on the way, you meet Hex #2, Maw. He's big, like three meters, has his mouth in stomach. He kills..." I stopped. I couldn't say it in front of them. "He kills some of you in the book. Vera gets hurt bad."

Zhang’s unshakeable belief that bureaucratic meetings could defeat a biological apocalypse. "A sub-committee," I muttered. "I'm sure the zombies will respect a well-formatted agenda." I looked at my spatial storage inventory: Pallets of bottled water: 6. Boxes of antibiotics and pain medication: 40. Canned goods: 1,200. Fresh ribeye steaks: 85. Batteries, flashlights, and fuel canisters: Abundant. I was sitting on a gold mine, and my neighbors were holding handfuls of useless paper money and fancy watches.

SOME MISTAKES ARE DEADLY... Meet Eva, the creator of the mutants. Or should I say, the Mother of Mutants? After accidentally triggering a mutation that plunged the world into an apocalypse, Eva kept her identity as the mastermind behind humanity's destruction a secret. Living among other survivors, she became their saviour, earning their trust and love while desperately trying to undo the very mistake she had made. But secrets never stay buried forever. What happens when Eva's true identity is finally exposed? What happens when the woman everyone sees as their saviour turns out to be the very reason their world was destroyed? And worse, what happens when she realizes that some mistakes

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

The collapse of society had begun to attract the worst people. In her previous life, she had learned that not every human was safer than a zombie. Some people would steal your food.Others would kill you for it. And the most dangerous ones were those who believed that the apocalypse had given them permission to do whatever they wanted. She moved toward the main room.The apartment was quiet. A few scattered supplies remained on the table, but most of her important items were already stored inside her space. She had deliberately kept her purchases separated and had avoided leaving obvious signs of her preparations.

I underlined the sentence. The apocalypse had arrived earlier than I expected, and my family was already searching for safety. I had survived the first test. But I knew it wouldn't be the last. They had seen my gate. They knew I had supplies, a secure property, and a place to hide. Soon, desperation might make them forget every boundary I had set. And when that happened, I would have to decide how far I was willing to go to protect the life I had fought so hard to reclaim. I closed the notebook and looked toward the security monitor one last time.