Novel & Cerita My Doomsday Farming Truck

Klide, Harvhey and Freea; he knew what those people desired. Peace. An organization where the children won’t live resenting their parents. And to do that, sacrifices are needed. Kloper smiled down the slope of the road when a big truck caught his attention. The truck says “Midget Ice cream” on the label on it. ‘Weird,’ Kloper thought. As far as he can remember, the dead end of the road leads to the cemetery and he could not recall seeing a mart or a store somewhere. “Why would be a truck in a narrow place like this?” he suspected.

Dad nodded and I think he is satisfied with Sky’s answer. “Good job. I didn’t know you are also a great liar.” I mind-linked Sky. “I’m not lying.” He placed a spoon on his mouth and continues eating. “Stop staring and eat.” Realizing that I am still staring at him in disbelief. “Did he just say that he has a textile business?” Amari asked. “I think so.” I look in front, still in awe with Sky’s revelation. It’s already 4 o’clock and I am currently laying down the couch lazily.

Damon’s POV I stepped into the junkyard, glancing around cautiously. There were so many cars here, so many of them, and I wondered if I’d be able to spot that truck in the next few hours. The type, color, and plate number had been imprinted in my brain since that day. I’d barely forgotten. Just as we’d been rammed into, close to that bridge, and as we fell off, I caught a glimpse of the truck, speeding away in the distance.

That truck had to weigh several tons! Before he could say anything else, the ground started rumbling again. The sensors lit up—the mutant zombie was coming back. Leonard gritted his teeth, jumped into the driver's seat, and copied Hayley's earlier moves. This truck was top-of-the-line, probably military-grade, with all sorts of weapons systems. Luckily, he'd been a special forces soldier. He was used to handling weapons and vehicles like this. Watching her once had been enough. Boom! Another stream of fire shot from the cannon, hitting the zombie square in the chest again. Flames wrapped around its body, forcing it back.

"What are you doing? This is my home! I'll report you for breaking and entering!" One of the workers gave her a tired look and handed over an official notice. "Chase Gray is dead, and you're an ordinary civilian. You no longer have enough points to maintain this residence, so we're repossessing the place per regulations. Civilians live in the East District. Rent is cheaper there." The East District was basically the slums. Dozens of people crammed into a single dorm, and the environment there was horrible. But in an apocalypse, having a roof over one's head was already more than many dared dream of.

The morning sunlight attacked me like it had been waiting all night for this exact moment. Right through my thin curtains, stabbing me in the face like I’d personally offended the sun. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. Not today. Please not today. But the second I shut my eyes, last night came rushing back. The alley. The men. Him. And that voice, low and final: “Doom has begun.” I sat up so fast my pillow hit the floor. My heart thudded against my ribs, too loud for morning.

This needs to be upgraded“. He pressed the upgrade button and his money was deducted 50,000 gold coins. A timer also started counting down above the barn. It has 7 hours and 59 minutes countdown. He didn't mind it and started wantonly using his money. Buying the things he can buy to complete the mission given by the system. From seedlings of trees, fruits, vegetables, and infrastructure. Far on the distance there was a forest. It has many different kind of trees in the same land. Feng Shaotian was the culprit of it, he planted those trees for the purpose of making house in the future.

I growled. Gunner dropped his hands and there was a new truck sitting there. My mouth dropped. It was a beauty! Newer Chevy 2500 Duramax with a lift kit. He had it custom painted with primary color being black, but then shades of green, purple, and blue were thrown in with specks of white to make it look like the galaxy. I walked all the way around it in awe. “You like it?” He asked finally. “I think I’m in love.” I said still looking around the truck.

SERAFINA Our gray Mercedes AMG GLE 6s3 coupe came to a screeching halt in front of the 120 meters tall building, which stood as the headquarters of the Dekoms empire. Reporters immediately clamoured to our car, their camera flashing desperate lights at us, while their mouths moved frantically.

"Good. The Hollywood version of us died in the canyon anyway. It’s about time we stopped acting like the characters we paid people to write for us." The Architecture of the Menace Two miles away, parked beneath the heavy, dripping canopy of the banyan trees along the old Ingraham Highway, a blacked-out, armored Ford F-550 commercial utility truck sat with its engine idling in near-silence. The vehicle was completely unmarked, its panels reinforced with ballistic composite tiles that absorbed the local street lamp illumination rather than reflecting it. Inside the rear cab, the air was freezing, chilled by an industrial-grade cooling unit designed to keep three rack-mounted servers from overh