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That, or he wants me out of his sight. Half an hour later, we embark on the house tour, and this is where I find out we are in a mansion big enough to highlight how deep their pockets are. The mansion is in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a thick forest and ice. This must be one of their many secret locations that was never documented during any of my missions. There is no other sign of civilization within the vicinity, and that discovery gives me mixed feelings. On one hand, I’m happy I’ll get to live a free life where I will not be easily discovered. On the other hand, this could easily turn into a prison if they go back on their word.

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

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 abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

He always was more attuned than she was. She did as she had been told, her eyes taking in the mansion now situated to her right. It was huge, probably ten thousand square feet, in a modern style, though not with the sort of wide windows one might expect from twenty-first century architecture. Instead, massive white walls encapsulated much of the living space with a broad, gray porch, probably slate, she thought. Lights illuminated the shrubs along the outside and poured out from the few windows that were visible from the front. It looked like the home of an affluent family, maybe in Seattle or Aspen, before the Revelation. Now, the idea that Eliza, Lucas, and their clan of Souled Vampires li

“Now, I want all of us to go home. Some of you might not have a family to go home to anymore but I promise that we’ll all go home with honor and dignity. Just keep your head down, your mouths shut, your eyes open, and follow my orders.” Looking at the dejected young man, Kenneth sighs. He wanted to console the young man, after all, he did lose his family but now wasn’t the time for that. They needed to enter the ruined city to scavenge for supplies. Once the voice took over Earth, it created domains for the humans that chose to serve it. The glorious metropolises and cities that took generations to build were now left to rot and decay. Humanity left their glory and dignity behind for the voi

Where they keep the snacks (because running on an empty stomach is a death sentence). I let out a sigh and limped toward the window. The view was gorgeous—huge gardens, winding stone paths, and a distant glimpse of the iron gate that marked freedom. Or a very dramatic electrocution, if I touch it wrong. Still, it was hope. Even if the mansion looks like paradise on the outside, on the inside—it's a war zone. Azazel was a general. And I was the poor soul who just got drafted without consent. But I had something she didn't see yet.

"And she's also agreed to build us a doomsday shelter and invest an equivalent amount in gold bars." The picture I painted was far too tempting. The resistance on their faces began to waver. Daisy asked in a low voice, "Then… what if the apocalypse never comes?" "If it doesn't," I replied calmly, "we'll still have the gold." That sentence shattered their final line of defense. I pressed on while the iron was hot. "Dad, this is our only chance. Either we cling to a house that will be worth nothing in the apocalypse and wait to die together—