My Doomsday Farming Truck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked him again after a long while of silence, referring to the cargo truck driver who got us out. "I gave him a vial," he replied. "What's that?" I asked. "His youngest daughter was born without an immune system. She's been on the machine before she even opened her eyes. The vial will give her at least a year or two of a normal life without any tube connected inside her." "It's the first time I've heard of it," I replied. "The effect of the 12th and last Death Wave, Doomsday, has remained on Earth ever since. At least 1 out of every 10 children is born missing a system that would supposedly help them survive on their own."

He respected her strength and resilience, and his expression conveyed his appreciation for her. Carol, driving the van, took note of the baby's distress. She knew they needed supplies urgently. She spotted a nearby drugstore, but it was closed, as it was now well past midnight. Sergio assessed the situation and made a quick decision. "We can't wait until morning," he said. "We need to get supplies for the baby now." Without hesitation, Sergio pulled the van over near the drugstore. The team members knew they had to act swiftly to ensure the baby's well-being. They couldn't afford any delays.

“Father…just pray that Luciano dies tonight because if by any means, he makes it back. I can’t imagine what he will do to you. “And I hope for the goodness of this world. For once in my pathetic life, God listens to this prayer and makes Luciano win. If the world is to see a bright future. Someone must stop you.” Don Mauro turns around and slaps him hard on his cheek. “That’s why you were never fit to rule the Solana empire after me. You don’t have it in you. You are a pathetic loser for a son. And for your information, no one and nothing can stop me now. “Thanks to Doom’s plan and Keirah’s biochips, that will never happen. Doom wanted to create an army that could use human technology to hel

"I am taking it to my farm. I have a private storage shed. Can you load them into the back of my truck or not?" The man looked at the money and grinned. "Sure thing, boss. Pull the truck around to bay four. We will get you fixed up in five minutes." When the truck was full it was midnight. The back of the truck was packed with food, medicine and fuel. It was worth a lot of money. If anyone saw this they would think I was crazy. I drove the truck to an alleyway, turned off the lights and climbed into the back. The only light came from my phone.

The alleyway behind the brownstone was a wind tunnel of swirling white and jagged shadows. The '74 Ford truck sat idling, its exhaust a thick, grey plume that smelled of leaded gasoline and desperation. In a world of silent electric engines and satellite-tracked navigation, the Ford was a prehistoric beast—a loud, clanking dinosaur that didn't have a single microchip for the "City of Stone" to hijack. Ethan threw the "Go-Bag" into the truck bed and shoved Leo into the center of the bench seat. "Stay low, Leo. Eyes on the floorboards. Don't look at the lights."

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

Make them think they were getting away with something. And when the time came, I'd make sure everyone knew exactly what kind of people they were. The car slowed as we turned onto my street. The house came into view. It was large, imposing and cold. My stomach twisted. I wasn't ready to face them yet. My stepmother. Vivian. My father. But I didn't have a choice. Ethan pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. He turned to me, his hand reaching out to touch my shoulder.

The moment I heard the zombies outside the base howling through the mountain woods, I knew I had been reborn. Instinct took over. I bolted out of the room and lunged straight for the broadcast station's control panel. "Attention, everyone! This is not a drill! A large-scale horde is closing in! All personnel, fall back to the underground safe room immediately!" The words had barely left my mouth when the noise outside spiked. The snarls grew thicker, closer, and mingled with panicked screams from the humans.

Its brake lights cast a red glow across the misty dawn, painting streaks of crimson across mounds of rotting waste and twisted metal. The engine rumbled, and then the truck’s hydraulic system roared to life. With a mechanical groan, the back of the truck tilted, releasing its foul cargo. Black bags, dented cans, cracked bottles, and torn paper tumbled into the ravine below. One of the larger bags—torn and heavy—burst open mid-air. Its contents spilled down the

Its flared-out fenders, wide-body chassis, and sporty tires made it look like a street racing machine straight out of a Fast and Furious film. “It’s a nice car. Wouldn’t you say?” Irena eased her way toward Amy, cutting her eyes over at the silver Camaro. “How would you like to be behind the wheel roaring down the highway, trying to chase 2Pac because he ran off with your baby in an armored truck?” Irena pointed over at a black armored vehicle parked near the factory’s garage door entranceway. Amy looked over at the armored truck. The truck was the size of a motor home with a space shuttle design in the front. Amy didn’t like Irena’s game, but she didn’t expect to like it.