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She mused incoherently. "You have a nice mansion, pretty boy." she genuinely complimented Dex, who smiled and said a simple, "thank you". Dex's luxurious and elegant mansion was located on the outskirts of Duras city. It was the only house in a serene, peaceful, and lonely area. It was perfect for a quiet and discreet life. The mansion was equipped with captivating water fountains at the entrance, swimming pools, an enchanting garden, and a helipad. It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses.

The silence had hollowed the empty ruins of the streets but still, there was something beneath these ruins that made a way to hope for a day of sun to shine again. Under cracks within the concrete roads, and the gaps that take you to the place which has been hidden by the bare eyes of the creepers roaming as the modern world’s Anpu, guarding the planet from the last source of returning Titania. The place which differs from the darkness corrupted on the surface, has a lively and sparking life emerging inside the whole vessel. A reconstructed underground city, a place to hide for the survivors of the dreadful apocalypse and its aftermath. For some, it is enough to live their whole life, hidden

This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

Still, an ability was an ability, and ability users were valuable—they were the kind of talent that leaders like them wanted to absorb. A smile spread across Blaize's face. "And what's your name, sir?" "Geronimo Saunders!" Geronimo said proudly, chest out, voice full of confidence. "Oh! Geronimo!" Blaize quickly greeted him warmly. "Allow me to explain properly. The 'New World' I mentioned is a survivor settlement. There, we have dedicated people searching for supplies daily, we cultivate crops underground, and we raise pigs, sheep, chickens, and geese. In no time, we'll have abundant harvests.

“It’s already happening. The humans want power. The Queen wants dominance. Together, they’ll destroy everything between.” Marigold cursed softly, eyes narrowing. “Then we don’t stop running.” “No,” I said. “We start hunting.” ***** Marigold POV I don’t know how many hours of walking later — or limping, to be exact — after the forest fight we finally stumbled upon what looked like the afterlife’s version of a junkyard gym: an abandoned ASA outpost. And by “outpost,” I mean a depressing bunker with half its roof caved in, wires hanging like cursed Christmas lights, and the kind of smell that screamed rat buffet.

No noise beyond the rain. “Maya,” he said slowly, “where are we?” She stepped toward him, her boots splashing gently. “We’re home.” “Home?” “This is what’s left,” she said simply. “The real world. What survived.” Adrian ran a trembling hand through his soaked hair. “That’s not possible. The city—it was alive. Real people, real buildings. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t this.” Her eyes flickered, something like sadness—or maybe guilt—passing through them. “That was before the collapse. Before Sovereign consumed what was left of the system.”

“Let’s go then.” Outside, the cold air bites my skin. I smile at the memory of the brothers and me in the forest yesterday. Somehow, I wished that day never came to an end. The camping site is a short walk from the mansion, and we are there in no time. When Sasha said the place looks like the aftermath of a warzone, she was not exaggerating. There are tents everywhere. Temporary homes for those who lost their homes during the attack and the ones moving to our pack. Shit! I mutter under my breath. The guys were aiming for something to take my mind off their absence, and I’m sure this will do just fine.

I just chuckled and asked them to take us to Jose and Justin. Entering the underground through the mansion, she was curious and was looking at everything in awe and surprise; she never thought that a base could be built with such a method. She finally realised that the beautiful mansion was just a decoration, a door that leads to the base; even though the mansion was bombed down, it wouldn't affect the base at all as the base could be said to be nonexistent.

Maya asked. "There are five other estates within two miles. All likely abandoned. We can claim them, create a compound. A small community built for survival." Catherine started issuing orders. "Priority individuals, begin unloading supplies. High-risk individuals, inventory the house for usable resources. Children, stay with designated caretakers." The division continued. Even here, in a mansion with plenty of space, Catherine maintained her classifications. The main house was massive—twelve bedrooms, multiple living areas, a kitchen designed for staff, wine cellar, library, ballroom. Absurdly luxurious for forty-two survivors of the apocalypse.

Pieces worth millions were reduced to dust. The house looked like a wasteland. The irony was bitter. They had turned their own mansion into the very apocalypse they had invented. When they finally wore themselves out, both of them collapsed onto the floor, panting. Their stomachs growled. The hunger burned through them like a flame, gnawing at the inside of their ribs. Dad's eyes landed on a biscuit on the floor, something that had fallen during the fight. He swallowed hard and reached out for it with a trembling hand. His body wanted it badly enough to override everything else.