This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter Novels & Stories

That much was true. It simply hadn’t been enough to make the marriage something healthy to stay inside of. ----- I let myself picture the woman I’d been in that first life — waiting on street corners, forgiving over and over, believing patience was the same thing as strength. Believing that if she simply held on long enough, everything would eventually become worth it. I didn’t hate her. Sitting there in the quiet of my own kitchen, I felt something closer to compassion. She hadn’t known what I knew now. She hadn’t known how her story would end, or that Adrian would eventually choose someone else on a dying street, or that the world itself was going to come apart around her. She hadn’t known

"What are you talking about? I spent three weeks turning this old place into a solid fortress! I just survived a horde!" [Answering Host Eva: The current facility is classified as a Tier 1 Temporary Shelter. Its maximum capacity is three occupants and two automated defense turrets. The Volume 2 Global Map Expansion will introduce Tier 4 Apex Mutants within seventy-two hours. A Tier 1 shelter will be flattened upon contact.] I stared at the glowing words until my eyes started to burn. The deep anger inside my chest felt like a frozen rock. "Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!"

Chapter:16 One day until the apocalypse. The words echoed in my head as I stared at the ceiling of Marcus's apartment. Twenty-four hours. That was all the time I had left before everything changed. My phone buzzed. Another message from Daniel. You think you're smart, don't you? Playing games with me. But I know something you don't. I didn't respond. Another buzz. I know about your little friend. Marcus. I know what he really is. My heart stopped.

I carefully undo her seatbelt and lift her from her booster seat. Lexi was about to take her, but I shook my head. Amelia would only freak out with the growing thunder and I'm fighting against my own fear of the storm. I knew she could see it in my eyes and quickly guided me to the soundproof basement. Tears fill my eyes as Raven's scent floods my nose. She's alive. She's going to be fine. She has police protection. She'll be home soon.

I remained expressionless, pretending not to notice the provocation in her eyes. There was only one month left before the apocalypse arrived. I had no time to waste watching her schemes. In my previous life, I only thought the convenience store Dad left behind looked too old and run-down to attract customers, so I hired people to renovate it according to my design, reinforcing it with steel and concrete. I never expected a zombie outbreak to happen afterward. That tiny convenience store became unbelievably sturdy after the renovations, turning into my warm sanctuary in the apocalypse. Back then, I managed to build a temporary shelter with only limited funds.

"Steel shutters, Cale? Really?" "Glass breaks," Cale said. "It is the weakest point of entry." "Entry for who? Kieran is gone. Lysander is gone." Cale looked at the window of the hospital room. It was raining again. "The storm isn't gone," Cale whispered. "It's just rain." "It's cover." "You're scaring me again." "I am preparing you." Elion stood up. He poured water for Cale. "We have a safe room now," Elion said. "A bunker. Just like you wanted."

In the end, survival belonged to those with clear minds and iron wills. I returned to the newly renovated Carlisle residence. The fire had burned away the old decay. Now, the place was full of life. I filled the courtyard with my grandfather's favorite flowers and plants. … One day, I received a letter from the prison. It was written by Sienna.

The bandits instantly retaliated and shot the couple dead. The people who'd caused my death in my past life died in this lifetime just like that. And funnily enough, the broken gate—which I'd been worried about—had saved us. … Half a year after the zombie outbreak, we started running low on supplies. The military's rescue teams didn't show up anymore, and we started preparing to head to a safe zone. I'd bought plenty of gasoline before the apocalypse. After Emmett and I checked the car to make sure it was functioning, we finally departed for the safe zone.

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

All the same, I made a quick call to Uncle Guy to keep an eye on Pop and make sure no one got close to him. If this person, whoever he is, was here, I still won't stop what I'm doing. If I lived by the fear of what others may do, then I wouldn't be living. I came here to do something, and I'm going to see it through to the end. Speaking of endings, I pulled up Antonio and Teresa's home feed on my little extremely secure device. Unbeknownst to most, Antonio's life has been unraveling for the past six months.