Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies Novels & Stories

"Let him panic. Let him realize he is nothing without me. But we don't have time to celebrate, Mike. The clock is ticking." Twenty nine days until the apocalypse. I walked past the rows of designer dresses, the Hermes bags, and the shelves of shoes. In a month, this entire room would be nothing but useless. I pulled a simple bag from the top shelf. "I'm looking at the asset map now," I said, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder as I began throwing thick sweaters and Jessica’s warmest clothes into the bag. Buying supplies was just the beginning. Having a warehouse full of food meant nothing if you were frozen solid while trying to eat it. We needed an impenetrable fortress to survive

I can hardly believe when he calls me by name to ask about my pack life. "We basically live like what a human told me earlier is 'old fashioned. We hunt and grow what we eat. We typically go bare, no clothing to accommodate quicker shifting. We had huts and the like, alpha and famikies of rank had cabins. We don't have these technologies and vehicles. Only our elders traveled out every so often to human territories for occassional supplies. Today was actually the first day I ever used a shower. I typically just bathe I creeks. It's all very overwhelming." "So today is the first day you ever washed?" Alec blurts. I roll my eyes.

The woman occasionally mumbled to the music, as she searched for a safe place to enter the large mall that had been abandoned for a long time ago. Lack of resources has always been a problem in a new civilization that is still as old as a corn. The fall of the great meteor has also changed the genetic chain of animals and plants, which has made it difficult for humans to find new resources. So far, they have found some plants and animals that can survive the mutation of the black dust. However, because the changed foodstuffs had become a rare ingredient, those who wanted to stay alive and were able to move had to still go outside the fence to feed the hungry stomachs of all humans who are st

After they left, they left with everything and people slowly died of hunger and cannibalism started and before we knew it other supernatural turned their back on us and started to attack us. The only reason we have resources remaining because in one of Sasha's premonition she foresaw this and advised everyone restock and save many of everything. But that was since she was eight (8) years, nothing happened few years later, we everyone ate their stocks, we did to but we were wise enough to refill after taking it, to avoid it spoiling. So even after everything she saved us. Now we realized her premonition is really inevitable.

Nobody knew what to do , and a gloomy, fateful stupor settled over the whole country. The people prayed to Hyaun in silent swoon and tried to feed their little flame of life from the rations that were getting thinner and thinner every day. It was a fight against time. Before the snow melted and the first nutritious green would sprout in the fields and meadows, there were at least two hard months to survive. The warriors who had returned from the border to join their families were in charge of the clan's supplies. The allocation for each individual was also her job. But as meager as the rations were, they were never blamed.

“Most definitely. For instance, it was cold, drafty, and didn’t have electricity or indoor plumbing. This one most assuredly does. I’ve grown accustomed to my creature comforts.” Lucia snickered. “Still, I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like. The things you’ve seen… I’m sure you’ve witnessed some spectacular events.” Indeed he had. “And some so not spectacular. I do have to say, though, things were a lot less stressful then. Technology rules our lives.” “But on the other hand, they didn’t have the medical advances, for example, we have now.” “True, and the humans certainly paid for that lack.”

“Got what? A death wish?” “A plan." I corrected. “Well, at this point, I don't think I know the difference." he muttered. I flicked a pebble at him, which he dodged with a grin. “Listen,” I said. “Every community, rogues or not, has to eat. They need fresh water, tools, cloth, medical supplies. Things they can’t produce right here in the middle of nowhere.” Sheila sat up straighter. “You’re saying there has to be a supply system.”

I said comfortingly, "It's fine. It's in the past now, okay? There are too many uncertainties in an apocalyptic world." … Nothing happened in the neighborhood for some time after this round of ransacking. My experience from my past life told me that no one dared do anything in the initial stages for fear of being infected. However, once supplies ran out, people would do anything to stay alive. A month after the outbreak, many people started hanging banners outside their homes, begging to be saved. After so many days, most people would be running low on food and water. I went through our supplies. They would last us half a year if we rationed them.

Right now, I had thirty people depending on me and hunters closing in from every direction. "Everyone who can fight, grab a weapon," I said. "Everyone who can't, stay behind the ammunition crates." The survivors moved. And somewhere above us, something ancient looked at me through a crack in reality and smiled.

Hudson Valley Transit Corridor: Impassable due to bridge failure. A cold, heavy stone settled deep in my stomach. In my mind, I had always held onto a secret cushion, a network of secondary regional caches stocked with grain, fuel, and medical gear that would keep my estate supplied for three full years. But the accelerated storm had wiped out half of them before we could even deploy our transport teams. For the first time since my rebirth, a terrifying truth hit me straight in the chest: My stockpile was not unlimited. Once the food in our central vault was gone, there was no factory left in the world to buy more.