The Apocalypse Farmer's Manual Novels & Stories

"I'll give them to Poppy once in a while." Before the apocalypse, spoiling a child a little wasn't a big deal, but things were different now. Zeph worried that if Poppy got too used to good food and comfortable living, she would lose understanding of how cruel the outside world really was. In the apocalypse, that kind of innocence could become deadly. Nicole nodded. "I'll save ten pounds for Cola, too." Even after setting those aside, they still had over 100 pounds left. The problem was that potatoes sprouted from so many different eyes that planting them all would take up a huge amount of space.

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

The two of them came to the desk, and Vera made tea for Charlie as he unbound the photocopied version of the Preface of the Apocalyptic Book and spread it out on the desk one by one. The Preface of the Apocalyptic Book had a lot of content. The photocopied version was printed on one side with a total of over 400 pages, and each page was filled with dense text. At the beginning of this book, a detailed explanation of the significance and characteristics of the path of cultivation was provided. Following this introductory summary, the text presented a cultivation technique titled the Apocalyptic Heart Formula, which occupied nearly half of the book. Charlie skimmed through the contents of the

He had no choice but to wait for his body to wake up by itself without his intervention. As time passes by, he could do nothing but to amuse himself by recalling certain memories. Like his journey with Farrah up to this point. To be honest, he didn’t expect to even live after getting infected and dying. He already gave up the moment he breathed his last. Perhaps he was always been ready to die at some point, the moment he realized that the humanity is at the brink of destruction, he already accepted the fact that everyone will die sooner or later. This world was too cruel to everyone. When the apocalypse came unwanted, everything fell apart. Everything that the past generations had built and

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

"Fine. You get ten seconds of being funny. Then you become useful." Their skin had swollen gray. Their mouths opened and closed as if drowning in air. One wore a police uniform with no jaw. Another dragged a child's backpack from one stiff hand. Ava looked at my broom. "That your apocalypse plan?" "It worked once." "Cute. Mine is running." She shoved a little boy through the kitchen door and pointed the crowbar at me. "If you own this place, make it safe." "I inherited it twenty minutes ago." "Then learn fast."

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

Once they were gone, I quickly called my family to warn them about the upcoming rising temperature and to get ready for it, and I sorted out my finances at the same time. The summertime boot camp, which was held in college, had ended by then, and most of the students had gone home. As my hometown was quite a distance, I decided to stay back at college until the semester started. Howard had stayed behind as well, as the college needed someone to manage students who were staying back. Howard was just a random outsider the college hired for the camp, and he turned out to be my nightmare. Even though Howard was not a professional instructor, he was tall and muscular. Going head-to-head with him

**<< Meaning they can be triggered? **<< Remotely… >>** Reynolds confirmed, wincing as he typed. **<< Or… on pre-set timer… Thorne’s protocols… >>** He pulled up another window – garbled text fragments. **<< …contingency ‘Scorched Earth’… activate upon command authority loss… >>** He looked up, eyes wide with fear. **<< If Thorne or Dominic… are compromised… sleepers activate… automatically… after… countdown? >>** The implication was horrifying. Dominic’s wounding and exposure might have already triggered a doomsday clock. They weren’t just hunting a monster; they were racing against an automated apocalypse targeting children, the elderly, and refugees.