Novel & Cerita I Have A Mansion In The Post-apocalyptic World

Still, an ability was an ability, and ability users were valuable—they were the kind of talent that leaders like them wanted to absorb. A smile spread across Blaize's face. "And what's your name, sir?" "Geronimo Saunders!" Geronimo said proudly, chest out, voice full of confidence. "Oh! Geronimo!" Blaize quickly greeted him warmly. "Allow me to explain properly. The 'New World' I mentioned is a survivor settlement. There, we have dedicated people searching for supplies daily, we cultivate crops underground, and we raise pigs, sheep, chickens, and geese. In no time, we'll have abundant harvests.

It was the sound of a book closing. --- ### The Southern Estate The drive lasted for hours. I sat in the back of the car, staring out the darkened windows. The wasteland of 2026 was a nightmare. I saw ruins of malls, skeletal remains of highways, and groups of "Omegas"—humans who hadn't shifted or had lost their packs—huddled around trash-can fires. This was the "Real World." A world of starvation, hierarchy, and teeth. And then, we crossed a bridge.

I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes. There was only one month left before the apocalypse arrived. I had no time to waste watching her schemes. In my previous life, I only thought the convenience store Dad left behind looked too old and run-down to attract customers, so I hired people to renovate it according to my design, reinforcing it with steel and concrete. I never expected a zombie outbreak to happen afterward. That tiny convenience store became unbelievably sturdy after the renovations, turning into my warm sanctuary in the apocalypse. Back then, I managed to build a temporary shelter with only limited funds.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness. Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all sto

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

He immediately began to think about the world's fate. The mirror began to project images of what was to come… The whole world was a wasteland, and the sun was blotted out by dark clouds. Sky-high buildings had fallen, and human corpses lay everywhere. Monsters and wild beasts roamed the land, and the surviving humans were scavenging for scraps. The humans had built an underground sanctuary. From below the earth, they observed everything that was happening on the surface.

He knows something is bothering me, but I've never put into words how I see myself as a murderer and a monster. Deep in thought, I keep walking, watching as Bob and Garett open a large iron entrance. I lift my chin as they struggle to separate the doors, silently studying the old mansion that looks rundown. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I imagine what this place must have looked like before the infection struck.

What if we didn't make it back in time? My mind flickered through images of everyone I knew, of my parents and Matt, of Maddie. Of my school mates and teachers, of the kitchen workers and my parents colleagues of the other army members my fellow trainees. Everyone I knew and loved was inside that building. We had been fighting a war for close to a decade, lived through loss and destruction and now it felt as though it was all crashing down around us. Like it was all happening again. Our life wasn't 'modern' we struggled daily to create food and medicine, but we were surviving and doing just fine and now it seemed like we were going to have to face another invasion. If the infected had someho

He rather is selfish than be kind only to regret it when he has to pay for it with his life. The man seemed to be making an effort to staying calm, he spoke, “Now wait a minute, there are barely enough houses for the people I have with me and you surely must know that the apocalypse weather is worse than normal, the winter is probably going to last a long time and it's going to be very harsh. You can't be serious about not allowing us into the community, I worked as a security guard at the community. I know it's perfect for the apocalypse, if you and your friends don't want to join our base it's fine but you really can't be planning to keep all those mansions empty.” By the time the man stop