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They didn't take me to the same facility as before, although the road was very similar to that one, this time they took me toward a building in the middle of the city, these are the same cities that I lived in my whole life, back when I was younger. We didn't go toward the police station either, we went toward a tall building, well it was very big from far away and when we got closer I could tell this was the white house, the vampires had taken over the whole world, and what's left of the new white house was theirs now, it's not as important as it used to be before the war, our president isn't anyone important anymore, it's just some kind of protocol to have him, no wonder they killed him fi

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.

And the gates slowly opened. Natasha stared ahead quietly as the vehicle entered the compound. Then she saw something unreal. And for the first time in a very long while, Natasha became completely speechless. The building standing ahead of them looked unreal. She saw massive glass structures stretched upward beneath glowing white lights. Sleek futuristic architecture blended with advanced energy systems she had never even seen before the apocalypse. Entire sections of the facility glitter softly beneath automated security beams while clean energy generators operated silently around the area. It looked less like something from the old world, and more like something built for the future.

“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.

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.

The Conflict of the Living The "New World" was not the paradise Leo had envisioned. It was a salvage yard of realities. Scattered across the horizon were pieces of the "Real World" that had been pulled through the inversion—fragments of floating cities, half-dead Thorne-Heirs in shattered stasis pods, and the confused, starving trillions who had once lived on the "Fumes." "We have to go in," Meilin said, her voice like a whetstone. She wasn't looking at the survivors. She was looking at the spot in the ocean where the violet pulse had originated.

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