Shining Through The Apocalypse With My Bulldog นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

I wondered if she would end up throwing her pride away and scrambling for supplies like I did last time. I was honestly looking forward to it. I hoped she wouldn't disappoint me too soon! The next morning… The sun hadn't even risen when the heat woke me up. That same suffocating, bone-dry feeling from my past life came rushing back. I quickly switched on the air conditioner, and the cool air brought me back to my senses. It must have already been scorching hot outside. The plants outside my window were all drooping and wilting. I stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the sun slowly climbed higher. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth. The apocalyptic heatw

Since when did Rayne and White Doll become so close to each other? "We'll talk about it later. You guys continue looking for mutant zombies. Kill them and bring them to me." Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion once again. Subsequently, the Apocalyptic Legion started looking for mutant zombies while Blackie jumped up and down excitedly. Not long after, it trailed behind Rayne. "Go away, or I'll beat you!" Rayne glared at Blackie and said exasperatedly. "Bark bark bark!" Blackie barked at Rayne as if it was saying it would not leave and was looking forward to seeing what she would do to it.

Evelyn leaned against the car, watching dark clouds gather overhead. “I’m shopping.” “You spent almost two grand at an outdoor supply store.” Right. Shared bank notifications. “You checked the account already?” “Well, yeah. My phone thought someone was building a bunker.” “It’s my money too.” A pause. “Okay,” Damian said carefully. “What’s going on?” The apocalypse. Starvation. Watching strangers tear each other apart over canned soup. Instead, Evelyn said, “I’m preparing.” “For what?” “Winter.” Damian snorted softly. “Evie, it’s September.”

I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant. From the wreckage of the glass behind us, a low, subsonic growl began to build. It wasn’t the sound of a wounded man. It was the sound of the earth breaking open. A white light began to glow from beneath the shards, growing brighter and hotter until the very air began to sing with the frequency of the stars. The Apex was rising, and this time, he wasn’t bringing mercy. He was bringing the end of the Monet line.

I looked at girl. She staring at me in horror. It's lock. Whole lab went dark. Then Ethan whispered words that changed everything. And whatever inside your body, Lena… Sharp pain shot through skull. …is thing that caused first apocalypse. TO BE CONTINUED...

She died with a knife in her back and her husband's lies in her ears. This time, she'll make sure everyone pays. Dr. Elena Vasquez survived seven days after civilization collapsed, starvation, infection, the screaming of a world tearing itself apart. What killed her wasn't the apocalypse. Marcus left her for another woman when the chaos began, taking the supplies she bled for and the weapons she scavenged. As she lay dying, he confessed the truth: their five-year marriage had never been real. She was never his love. She was his caretaker. His provider. His convenient, disposable tool. "You were just useful." Those were the last words she ever heard. Then Elena opens her eyes,

Cola snapped into position, following the command, but his body was tense. The second Nicole touched him, though, he melted. He went as limp as water, his tongue hanging out, leaning all over her. He seemed to be begging her to keep going. Something about this dog was off. Nicole picked him up and carried him to Beatrice's place, shutting him in there for now. Cola mattered, but so did time. She needed to get stronger, fast. This was the apocalypse. People in the building and outside, more and more of them were breaking under pressure.

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

He stood with his spear half raised, staring at the ground, then at me. The light went out. The hum faded. The rain came back, thinner than before. I did not understand what I had done. The vault had answered me, and now so had the road, and I felt the first cold edge of fear. Something old was waking, and it did not care whether I was ready. I got to my feet and killed the last hound before anyone could speak. When the final civilian was loaded and the last hound lay burning in the road, I realized I was shaking. A woman by the flatbed counted heads in a trembling voice. A boy of about ten stared at me with enormous eyes.