Shining Through The Apocalypse With My Bulldog 소설 & 이야기

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

Before I left, I glanced back one last time. “There’ll be more zombies coming up here soon.” “Good luck.” Linda’s desperate screams rang out behind me. But I didn’t look back. Duke carried me as we charged out of the apartment building. The zombies outside were scattered by the dog pack before they could even get close. “Woof. [Outdoor supply store five hundred meters ahead. Safe.]” “Woof. [Underground garage to the left. Modified off-road vehicle detected. Keys located in the security office.]”

I took the stairs back up to the third floor, locked my four heavy steel deadbolts behind me, and collapsed onto my comfortable velvet sofa with a long, contented sigh. Outside, the dark apocalyptic city was full of howling wind, roaming infected, and desperate survivors. But inside Apt 308, my diesel generator was humming softly, my refrigerator was full of gourmet food, my spatial storage contained a military shotgun and three modified pickup trucks, and my neighbors regarded me as their absolute sovereign protector. I reached into my spatial stash, pulled out a cold glass of sparkling apple cider, and raised it toward the ceiling in a silent toast. "Day One of the apocalypse," I smiled, t

Eliza Ward, my adopted younger sister, and I both get diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The very same day, an apocalyptic disaster hits. Her combat superpower awakens, but I get nothing. Mom doesn't hesitate to hide me in an abandoned clinic on the edge of town. Owen Ward, my older brother, tearfully fences off the clinic with metal bars. My fiancé, Andrew Harris, looks heartbroken as he clutches my hands through the metal bars. He says he would rather die with me than live alone. Touched by their reactions, I burst into tears. I don't want to add to their trouble, so even when my body racks with pain, I bear it in silence all by myself. When I run out of supplies, I rely on dirty water

Last night at the nightclub, he had reacted to me dancing on him as though being touched by a gay man was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him but yet his body reacted differently. And now, with the world ending around us, he was still doing the same thing. God, I really couldn't stand this man sometimes. I bent down and began arranging the groceries into neat piles, refusing to let his expression get to me. We had a potential zombie infection, a city descending into chaos, and enough food to survive for a little while if we rationed it properly. Whatever happened next, I needed to keep my head straight. Because if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that I wasn't goi

Reborn+Apocalypse+ zombies They stole my food, betrayed my love, and left me outside to be devoured by zombies. In the second year of the apocalypse, I thought my family and fiancé would protect me. I was wrong. My fiancé, Damian, betrayed me with my best friend, Bianca. My own family chose my younger sister, Lisa, over me. When my supplies ran out and zombies surrounded our shelter, I begged the people I loved to open the door. They laughed. They watched me die. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back ten days before the apocalypse! This time, I wasn't the helpless woman who sacrificed everything for people who didn't deserve her. I knew exactly what was coming

Matthew exclaimed, breaking me out of my thoughts. I returned his smile, hugging him tightly before giving him an unsure grin. As we made our way out of the hospital and into the car, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease building within me. As we drew closer to the burnt hideout, I couldn't help but glance out of the car window. The sight that greeted me left me shivering with fear, the entire place was reduced to ashes…

In that last second, I saw my mother watching television nearby. She just glanced over with a look of pure indifference. She did not care if I lived or died. My body was flung through the window and struck the icy ground below. I froze solid on the way down, and my body shattered when I landed. My blood was frozen. Before I lost consciousness, I saw my own mangled remains scattered across the ice. In the frozen apocalypse, my own family killed me and ended my miserable life. This time, I would not make the same mistake twice.

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

It was trying to finish what its fallen twin had started. Even zombie mutated animals felt a distorted sense of kinship. How utterly disturbing. "Look at the damn thing," Daniel breathed, standing tall beside me, his rifle lowered as he watched the ape's desperate, broken crawl through the flames. "Brain's fried, body's turning to ash, and it's still trying to tear our house down for its dead partner." "Then let's put it out of its misery," I said coldly, stepping closer to the iron railing as my foresight settled back into a steady, quiet hum behind my eyes. "Lucien, the secondary capacitor. Is it primed?"