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!"

Even in a situation like this, they found time to mock me for being weak. So I did what a good luna was supposed to do and stayed out of it. Within minutes, the family emptied the mansion, taking everything valuable with them into the RV. I stood by the window, watching the panic in the neighborhood. Everyone was packing what they would need for the journey to the shelter. Their omega families were dying, and it wouldn’t stop there, the zombies would reach the gammas next, and eventually the pack mansion. The world had collapsed. Laws no longer existed.

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

There are zoo animals everywhere in the city, so we need to find a safe place to crash. A little outside of the city we find what must have been a compound. The fences are still intact and I get a feeling it will be another location for our people to spread out and settle down. Not a hell of a lot survived this end of the world. I am happy to be a part of the new beginning, but I feel like a lot of the responsibility lands on me.

It would be ridiculous thinking using cars in the underworld would be possible. I peered through the carriage window as it pulled to a halt before a gate. We got down and through the spaced irons I could see that there was a pretty big compound with a big mansion in the middle and other buildings adequately spaced around it. I could hear childish squeals and chatter from the buildings. "Where is this place?" I asked Grace as Dean led us through the gates and towards the brown-bricked mansion. "This." She pointed at the mansion, "Is where we live, and the other buildings serve as orphanages."

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