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

I knew then that the magic had taken its course, and the mansion was now invisible to the outside world. As the days passed, I anticipated the beginning of the great search, fearing I would starve before it even began. Yet, as time went on, I found that I didn't need food to survive. Days turned into weeks, but hunger never consumed me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had become a vampire, my need for food no longer tied to the world of the living.

“Let’s go then.” Outside, the cold air bites my skin. I smile at the memory of the brothers and me in the forest yesterday. Somehow, I wished that day never came to an end. The camping site is a short walk from the mansion, and we are there in no time. When Sasha said the place looks like the aftermath of a warzone, she was not exaggerating. There are tents everywhere. Temporary homes for those who lost their homes during the attack and the ones moving to our pack. Shit! I mutter under my breath. The guys were aiming for something to take my mind off their absence, and I’m sure this will do just fine.

I ask. I can see him weighing his answer before straightening his shoulders and leading me forward. “I am an immortal. Aside from vampires, I am the only one, it seems.” Then he moves a sapling out of the way to reveal a massive mansion and a driveway leading right up to it. I gape at the sight, taking in the place's opulence. From rustic camping in the woods to a rich guy living in the biggest house, I have ever laid eyes on. Falcon, it seems, is full of surprises.

The kind that can only be earned in the face of death. Mr. Yellow sat beside me on the stone ledge, chewing contentedly on a honey bun larger than his head. He sighed dramatically. “Well, that was dramatic,” he said, licking his paw. “But I must say, for a kingdom on the brink of destruction, your people throw a surprisingly tasteful post-apocalypse picnic.” I chuckled, resting my head against the cool stone. “You didn’t help much, you know.” “Excuse me, I organized vegetable warfare. Broccolini is traumatized.”

I have been living in the ruins for almost ten years now, Mama and papa thought it would be more better to flee and hide away from those monsters as they say. I could still remember how they treat we humans, they treat us like we are below them, like trash. We were called Omegas, the weakest of them all. I sigh and turned around with my legs now inside the palace before jumping and walking down the hall. I had to get some vegetables that I planted out, in the garden before it gets dark. When I got outside I greet a few people with a wave and a smile. We use to be about one hundred and fifty people living in the ruins but now we are only about eighty. They all died from the cold and hungry an

I Have To Escape *** After a while. I'm back! The big door was not locked so I just pushed it to open and enter inside the mansion. The new chandelier in the first living room and the new styles and designs of the staircase opened up to me. Also new are the paintings that are large on the wall and there are plants and orchids alive on every pillar and upstairs. The lighting designs are also different, the former plain circle lighting has curve lights already. A lot has changed but I still feel the same way in this mansion. Why is there no human being? Where are the helpers here?

My wolf no longer cares if something bad will happen to me as long as I could get Nathan out alive. When I stepped foot onto the mansion, my eyes have already seen a few wolves lying on the ground, bleeding. I don't know if they were allies or enemies since I surrounded my wolf with a bunch of Russians. The beautiful and colourful mansion that I used to visit because of Nathan has turned into a haunted place. Everything has turned dry. The landscapes of fruit trees and flowers withered when no one has been taking care of them. Big Boss only cared about his power. As long as he has the power, making the mansion more colourful was the least he could think of.

All for the crowds, shopping malls, large, tall buildings and towers, popular restaurants like McDonald’s, shopping stores like Macy’s, and coffee shops like Starbucks. This town gives me the impression of being in a post apocalyptic universe where the last of humanity was forced to live in some sort of colonizations, growing their own food, and defending their own territories against intruders, which sounds close to the truth if yesterday’s events were any indication. “We have everything here, why would they want to go anywhere else? Besides, not all of us like to live in a crowded, noisy city. Some of us like the quietness and the simple life that only a small town provides” he said firmly

Maya asked. "There are five other estates within two miles. All likely abandoned. We can claim them, create a compound. A small community built for survival." Catherine started issuing orders. "Priority individuals, begin unloading supplies. High-risk individuals, inventory the house for usable resources. Children, stay with designated caretakers." The division continued. Even here, in a mansion with plenty of space, Catherine maintained her classifications. The main house was massive—twelve bedrooms, multiple living areas, a kitchen designed for staff, wine cellar, library, ballroom. Absurdly luxurious for forty-two survivors of the apocalypse.

I yelled, before I enter I glared at the two guards who were on the ground in pain because their baby maker might be broken. My jaw dropped once the gate was wide open because I saw "A MANSION!? WHAT THE FUCK!??" I yelled at the top of my lungs, this was my first time entering the land I was forbidden to enter and the first thing I see is a long road that leads up to an enormous mansion Why the hell is there a mansion on my land? Not only it was a mansion but it belongs to Alex I crossed my arms in disbelief, we live in the city in a small house, and yet one of the people who rent out our land lives in a mansion, What kind of sick reality is this?!