I Have A Mansion In The Post-apocalyptic World 소설 & 이야기

And then everything went dark. Present Day I’m lying down. Awake, but unwilling to move. I know I can’t stay in one place for long. Today’s refuge is an abandoned, water-damaged house, where the makeshift bed of cardboard and filthy pillows is at least dry. You’d think that a year after the apocalypse, people would have adapted. Nope. They just became worse. Men rule the world now. Most women were taken—by the demons of hell, as the survivors call them. The destroyers of our world.

While the major bases were still scrambling to build higher walls to keep out zombies, and the smaller bases were running around like headless chickens searching for safe zones, this place had already returned to full-scale production. And the output was massive. The group was utterly in awe. How in the world did Hayley manage this? As the vehicle continued deeper into the farmland, everyone soon saw a whole row of neatly arranged villas. Small groups of people walked between them. Unlike the gaunt, dirty survivors they had gotten used to seeing after the apocalypse, every person here looked well-fed, healthy, clean, and energized. Their faces were bright with motivation and joy, so much so

“Earthquakes. Floods. Collapses. I went into the broken buildings.” He says it without emphasis, which is how Maya has learned to recognize the things that cost him most. “Everyone runs out of a building when it comes down. Somebody has to be built to run in.” Maya says nothing. “Fifteen years going in after people.” His mouth shifts. “Then the world ends, and the apocalypse mostly removes the people part.” He looks again at the mark. “Now I clear rooms with nobody left inside and label them for a team that isn’t coming.” A small shrug. “Some habits are load-bearing. Pull them out, and I’m not entirely sure what’s keeping the rest of the wall standing.”

Dan immediately fell silent. In the days that followed, I didn’t rush to kill them. After all, in an apocalypse where supplies were scarce and manpower even scarcer, labor was a valuable resource. I fitted both of them with electronic shackles and put them to work, clearing zombies around the villa complex, tending the vegetable garden, and doing laundry.

That was precisely why, in my previous life, the two of them never stopped tricking me out of my house. Now, facing my own over-the-top funeral plans, I needed to turn all my bricks and mortar into cold, hard cash. However, there was one place I could not part with: the villa I called home. When the end of the world kicked off, that place, with its unique design, became a fortress against the haunts. That was why, in my previous life, I was only cast out once the greater haunts came in the final stages of the apocalypse. I was curious to see what the apocalypse had in store for my fortress this time.

Several minutes later, there was a turn off of the road, and I realized it was the entrance to a huge, imposing mansion - my new home. There was a huge gray cloud over the mansion, covering it in shade. I knew the weather was just a coincidence, but it definitely wasn't a good sign. As the limo drove around the huge angelic-looking fountain in front, it stopped, and one of her servants opened the door. I got out of the limo first, cutting her off on purpose, just to piss her off. It felt kind of childish, seeing as I was seventeen, but so what! She was a horrible person. She pushed me out when I did, but I managed to stay my feet, after stumbling slightly. She got out and we walked into the

The teenage cashier stumbled through the mud beside Evelyn, breathing so hard he sounded injured. “My mom’s still in the city,” he gasped. Nobody answered him. What could they even say? Civilization always died in layers. Phones first. Power next. Then people. The survivors finally slowed inside a shallow clearing surrounded by towering evergreens dripping rainwater from black branches overhead. Everyone looked destroyed already. And this was only the first night. A middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly. “We should go back to the highway.” “No,” Evelyn said immediately. The word came too fast. Too certain.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

The shockwave threw us down the stairs, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of pain and shadows. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, the sun was rising over Blackridge. I was lying in the middle of the street, surrounded by the charred remains of the Vance Tower. The building was a smoking ruin, a monument to the greed that had nearly destroyed us. Ruan was beside me, his arm around my waist, his face covered in soot and blood. He looked like a man who had survived an apocalypse. "Is it over?" I whispered. Ruan looked at the ruins, then at the Phantoms who were gathering around us. Vulture, Jax, Bear—they were all there. Battered, bruised, but alive.