Novel & Cerita I Have A Mansion In The Post Apocalyptic World Wiki

There are roads with empty cars down below the hill that we are hiding behind, but there are no humans, only old brochures getting carried with the wind. I find it scary thinking that nothing new will be created, the magazines you can sometimes find in abandoned places are the last of their kind. A wind blew past one day, bringing the infection, and then the government dropped a bomb and ended the human era. Hybrids and mutated animals are the new rulers of this world, yet I'm struggling to survive and refusing to die. And after I've found Ryan, we are joining the others to search for a place where we can live. Maybe there are mutated animals suited for farm life.

He rather is selfish than be kind only to regret it when he has to pay for it with his life. The man seemed to be making an effort to staying calm, he spoke, “Now wait a minute, there are barely enough houses for the people I have with me and you surely must know that the apocalypse weather is worse than normal, the winter is probably going to last a long time and it's going to be very harsh. You can't be serious about not allowing us into the community, I worked as a security guard at the community. I know it's perfect for the apocalypse, if you and your friends don't want to join our base it's fine but you really can't be planning to keep all those mansions empty.” By the time the man stop

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

My grandmother wasn’t thinking about the bigger picture, only power. “Your Highness, where to?” I sighed; I had spent most of my time at the site. But now things there were going well. May houses had been built, and some refugees had already moved in. “How are the crops at the farm?” three days ago, my men caught someone trying to poison the crops.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

The Apex, the most dangerous monster of consortium, lost consciousness in my Poor. We were stranded. Deep under the earth, cut off from the rest of the world, in absolute nothing. In the slums of Sector 4, I was the junk collector dead machines created life. Now I had to prove that I could also repair a dying God.

Electric lamps illuminated quiet walkways, while children laughed in distant courtyards, unaware of the monsters that ruled the world beyond their borders. To them. The apocalypse was a story. To those who governed this place. It was a memory they refused to repeat. At the heart of the settlement stood the Council Citadel. Its towering white walls overlooked the entire city, its architecture untouched by war. Marble columns rose toward a vaulted ceiling where intricate murals depicted humanity's rise, its fall, and the solemn vow to preserve what remained.

What if we didn't make it back in time? My mind flickered through images of everyone I knew, of my parents and Matt, of Maddie. Of my school mates and teachers, of the kitchen workers and my parents colleagues of the other army members my fellow trainees. Everyone I knew and loved was inside that building. We had been fighting a war for close to a decade, lived through loss and destruction and now it felt as though it was all crashing down around us. Like it was all happening again. Our life wasn't 'modern' we struggled daily to create food and medicine, but we were surviving and doing just fine and now it seemed like we were going to have to face another invasion. If the infected had someho

Darwin Kim leads Psyche Flint to the temporary refuge for the survivors, the underground mall. "No wonder he found me there" Psyche Flint thought and frowned as she looked around and saw many exhausted and dispirited survivors inside. They are slouching on the wall, hugging their family, sleeping for a short time than a human usually does, and wary of each other's greediness. The area's population was reduced to one-fourth of the area's total population from before the apocalypse.

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