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Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

I want some Ray. I've been planning to get more of him ever since I returned to my chambers, staring at their lovely red walls, the same color as sweet crimson honey. I bathed, acting as if I were to sleep, putting my change of clothes underneath my pillow. My lifesaver sits at the entrance of the door and I am ready to go. Yet Dante won't sleep. I've had enough. I need some Ray.

“Boss, everything is ready.” Ivan nodded, and the group began to move away. Jennifer saw such a scene for the first time, black cars like powerful night leopards moving in rows, armed with top-notch guns and ammunition. So this is the power and power of the underworld? Jennifer looked around excitedly, she felt very proud to follow Ivan. “This car is nice.” Will smiled, he was in the driver's seat, beside Kate. The back seats are Ivan and Jennifer. “Not only is it beautiful, but it is also bulletproof.”

- John Carl the face of David was really scared and shaking he silently looks up and says "look at the window"- David I immediately look at the small window at first, there was nothing there but suddenly *swwoooshhh* swwoooshhh* someone pass by! my whole body feels shiver and fear! "w-what is that!?"- John Carl using his sharp glare against me "stay quiet idiot!"- Dessa "w-what is that"- John Carl. I tried again to us in a low voice "We also don't know, that thing appears after the 3days of the apocalypse"- Dessa

It was the sort of powerful oppression and dominant crushing that made all of them unable to move. Concurrently, Apophis also returned that attack ruthlessly by shooting a terrifying purple-gold pillar from the third eye between his eyebrows. It caused the surrounding space to shatter into pieces. Suddenly, a large area of the space in the void was shattered, revealing many terrifying black holes behind it. Demigods were only capable of blasting out cracks in space. However, those countless black holes fully illustrated how powerful and terrifying Spartacus and Apophis were. Two energies, which were powerful enough to destroy the earth, collided in the void. Suddenly, the sky seemed like it

When he was thinking about telling the truth, no one believed him. "Senior, how did you manage to kill Heavenly Insect Dark Races at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm?" Master looked at Lucas in confusion. There was still no change on Lucas' face. He smiled calmly. "Because..." He put Apocalyptic Legion out of System Space, adding, "Because I've integrated Apocalyptic Legion." "What?" Everyone in the hall looked at Apocalyptic Legion. They found that there was no aura of Human Beings in Apocalyptic Legion. Instead, it was the aura of zombies!

] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase. The immediate problem was a survivor who wanted protection without testimony. The worse problem was that incense was low. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. [Projected casualties: acceptable.] Acceptable. That word had survived the apocalypse better than most gods.

“What do you even want from this, Ryan? If the apocalypse starts, everything burns. The world ends. What’s the point?” Ryan chuckled, low and dark. He straightened up and spread his arms wide. “Power, Ara. Real power. When half the city is dead in the first two days and the rest are terrified, they’ll beg for someone to lead them. I don’t want to stop the virus. I want to rule what’s left.” “You’re crazy,” Ara spat. “You’re a complete psychopath.” Ryan’s face twisted instantly. The charm disappeared, replaced by ugly rage. He slapped her hard across the jaw. Her head snapped to the side, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.