I Have A Mansion In The Post Apocalyptic World Wiki Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? I spent three weeks turning this old place into a solid fortress! I just survived a horde!" [Answering Host Eva: The current facility is classified as a Tier 1 Temporary Shelter. Its maximum capacity is three occupants and two automated defense turrets. The Volume 2 Global Map Expansion will introduce Tier 4 Apex Mutants within seventy-two hours. A Tier 1 shelter will be flattened upon contact.] I stared at the glowing words until my eyes started to burn. The deep anger inside my chest felt like a frozen rock. "Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!"

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

The Capital no longer flourished like it did in the past. There were fewer people on the streets. Instead, fully armed troops marched around, and many combat aircraft patrolled through the sky. Clearly they were worried about Outsiders infiltrating the Capital. There was a guard post every few steps he took in the city. However, James could easily sneak past these guards with his current strength. Both the new and old Kings were gathered together in the Peace Mansion. The new King said despondently, “The situation is dire now. We’ve entered an apocalyptic era, however, I’m just a regular human without any cultivation base. I’m not qualified to lead Sol anymore.”

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Zoey puffed her cheeks. "I have no idea." Cyrus’ eyes grew distant. "Then we take our time. We wait. Time favors us, and the advantage sits with me." For now, only one scenario troubled him: the slim chance that the other 29 buildings would unite. In this apocalyptic world, everyone schemed against everyone. Within a single housing complex, 30 buildings had already formed completely different micro-civilizations. Cyrus’ #25 and groups like the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves ruled through brute force and killing. Lyla relied on brainwashing. Brandon enforced strict order to create a peaceful, conflict-free micro-society.

“Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed. I never opened the door again. Two years later, the frozen apocalypse finally ended, and I finally opened my door. As soon as I stepped outside, the stench of blood and decay hit me. They were all dead. Their bodies were mangled, torn apart, and devoured by others. I immediately contacted the police. The frozen

Femur formed the fencing in front of the houses, rib bone curved over plants offering them fragile shade and shelter, the points of spears leaning up against the side of a house were tipped with carved points of bone, a door handle, a piece of jewellery… She blinked, and the bone disappeared from view. “Not real,” she whispered. “Not even in the dream. So what does that mean?” But she understood the message. This Utopia was built on the death of Havermouth’s population. Not just Havermouth’s population, she continued. All the world. This was the world if the Mer won the war. And, having been given this glimpse into it, was no longer sure if that was a bad thing.

She linked our arms before I could utter a word and led me inside as though I was arriving there for the first time. I did take a longer look to observe my surroundings as I was led into the interior of the place a second time in one day. The mansion was a world of its own. It was well fortified and well-guarded, and I knew several different weapons were hidden in the armory in case of an attack. I also knew, without even looking, that the freezers had to be filled with blood bags in case of emergencies. I also knew that they didn’t always drink directly from humans even though that happened to be their preferred mode of feeding.

“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.”

The heavy iron gate creaked open, and it was like a whole other world inside the place. There were no zombies inside, only orderly Soldatos patrolling the area and other busy support and household staff. There were even flowers and vegetables growing in the garden. "This will be your home from now on," Papa said, helping me down from the car. A few maids immediately came up to greet us with clean towels and warm cocoa. I was a little dazed. Just a few hours ago, I was still huddled up in my old apartment, shivering in fright as outsiders tried breaking down my door. But now, I was standing in the safest place on apocalyptic Earth.

When he woke up that morning and saw the water had risen again, it only confirmed it for him. This really was the apocalypse. "Yesterday, we only cleared my office building," he said. "There are two more nearby. We should hit them while we can. Better we take them than someone else." Nicole had originally planned to just fill up her apartment and storage space, then lie low. Now that her space had grown by another 5,000 cubic feet, her interest came right back. Food wasn't the problem anymore, but food alone wouldn't keep you alive in a world like this. Having too much could even get you killed.