My Post Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely Novels & Stories

By using the exchange points department , Adrian will change shares to the safe base exchange points department every month that are five thousand kilo rice and flours , five hundred kilo sugars , five hundred packets salts , two hundred bottles cooking oil , two hundred chickens and fish and twenty five pigs that sold to the commoners for the zombies crystals or anything valuable to the base . After four months , their safe base rumors as the richest and safest base without hunger and unknown death . Everyone train hard to increase their ability level to hunt more zombies to exchange for the foods . After half years, the base extends to the nearest jungle . They chopped the woods and builds

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Fèmi also responded with funny emojis. "Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.

I could store everything I needed right here. Ding! Congratulations, Host. Spatial Inventory successfully bound. Current Inventory Level: Level One. The inventory exists in an independent space linked directly to the Host. At the current level, all non-living items may be stored and retrieved instantly through thought. Time does not flow for stored items. The inventory will automatically expand as it reaches capacity and advances to the next level. Higher inventory levels remain locked. The most incredible detail was the temporal stasis—time didn't exist inside this realm. Once an item was placed here, it became permanently frozen in its current state.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

It made a deep excavation as it rolled toward his opponent. Again, Jack just shields himself with the water he dug up from the ground. "It's useless, Amaris. I will just keep on quenching the fire and you'll just get exhausted. Come on. Just forget about your past and live with us. Only magic can offer you everything you need."

A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull. LUS INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. Evelyn jerked upright violently. Damian swore. “Okay, seriously.” A translucent blue screen flickered across her vision. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM ONLINE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: MAXIMIZE HOST SURVIVAL PROBABILITY. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn’s stomach dropped. Three point seven percent. “That’s comforting,” she muttered under her breath. Damian blinked. “What?” The screen shifted again. FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE.

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.

I really hate it when this happens but there's nothing I can do about it. "I've gotta go." I turned and started walking away from her without looking back. Even Scar was on shut down. "Wait what? Where are you going? Am I coming with you or what?" I kept walking. I couldn't get myself to turn back. I can't fight it. It's been like this for years now. This is how my life is. I shut down around this time everyday since that day. *•ARA's POV•* "Wait what? Where are you going? Am I coming with you or what?" He kept walking like I didn't say anything. He kept walking like he didn't just leave me, his mate, hanging.

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.