I Have A Mansion In The Post-apocalyptic World Novels & Stories

"They say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

I asked, supporting Silas as we navigated a maze of glass corridors. "To the 'Trash-Bin,'" Silas said, a ghost of a smile on his face. "The real one." "The real Trash-Bin?" "The 'Old World,'" Silas explained. "The ruins of the cities they didn't 'Reconstruct' after the 2060 collapse. The places where the 'Uninsured' live. It’s the only place the satellites can't see." We reached the elevator bank. I didn't press the button; I placed my hand on the sensor and "Over-Clocked" it. The doors groaned open, and we stepped inside.

It depends on the Neutral Alliances if they would follow his suggestion or not. The haunted mansion that was crowded and lively before had now become deserted. The dark, bleak, and desolate mansion in the eyes of a living person had truly become one- both in the living and the dead world.

Let them all scramble like rats in a sinking ship. This was my time to bring my enemies to their knees and I wasn’t going to stop until I have achieved my goal. I stepped back, scanning the old mansion ahead of us. The old Ramirez estate was barely holding itself together — cracked window glass, vine plants all over the walls, a run down compound that made it feel just like a building in a horror movie. A perfect hideout for cowards. I turned to my men, most of them hidden behind trees and old stone fences, their fingers twitching near their triggers.

I bite my upper lip and walk upstairs to check on Caleb. I was near the door connecting to the kitchen when I froze. The mansion is too dark and has no single light on it. My heart shattered into pieces. It is like a mirror of Caleb’s heart. He lives in his scary mansion—the night of darkness, pain, sorrow, and a gloomy world. How can I possibly turn his life into a lively one?

Mansion where two most evil persons I know live. ***

Maya was like killing her brother, every time she saw those people die in front of her eyes. Arriving at her small apartment, Maya was silent because unlike other people, she did not have anyone to welcome her in such a simple place. In this place, Maya doesn't have to worry about eating and living even though zombies are roaming outside the walls. But Maya is still not happy because she has no place to return even though she has an apartment which has become a rare luxury since the world was destroyed by zombies. “I curse you all to have an unpleasant death like me.”

“It’s already happening. The humans want power. The Queen wants dominance. Together, they’ll destroy everything between.” Marigold cursed softly, eyes narrowing. “Then we don’t stop running.” “No,” I said. “We start hunting.” ***** Marigold POV I don’t know how many hours of walking later — or limping, to be exact — after the forest fight we finally stumbled upon what looked like the afterlife’s version of a junkyard gym: an abandoned ASA outpost. And by “outpost,” I mean a depressing bunker with half its roof caved in, wires hanging like cursed Christmas lights, and the kind of smell that screamed rat buffet.

Pieces worth millions were reduced to dust. The house looked like a wasteland. The irony was bitter. They had turned their own mansion into the very apocalypse they had invented. When they finally wore themselves out, both of them collapsed onto the floor, panting. Their stomachs growled. The hunger burned through them like a flame, gnawing at the inside of their ribs. Dad's eyes landed on a biscuit on the floor, something that had fallen during the fight. He swallowed hard and reached out for it with a trembling hand. His body wanted it badly enough to override everything else.