This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter Novels & Stories

, Kyley couldn't help but take still but cautious step forward to follow behind him into the crowded space with so many people scattered about in a disorganized manner. Kyley stood behind Alphonse looking at the people in the shelter. The surrounding of the place was a mess as they were lots and lots of werewolves in here, living in the space that seemed like a confined refugee camp underground. Kyley couldn't help but look at Alphonse with a questioning gaze. She was more surprised that there were those who were willing to live such a lifestyle.

Through the big window, I saw Wynnie standing alone at the entrance, looking completely worn out. Still, my heart did not stir in the slightest. What happened in my previous life was etched too deeply into my bones. Even now, thinking back on it still made me tremble with fear. How could I ever turn back to Wynnie? She continued trying to contact me relentlessly. Texts and emails kept coming at me nonstop every single day. When I opened them, they were all more or less the same: [I’m sorry. I was wrong.] [Can you really be so heartless as to abandon everything we shared?]

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

I said softly. Kai grinned. “Crazy good. And we’re just getting started, Architect.” Marcus nodded, shouldering a pack. “We protect you. You empower us. Together we survive this new world.” We stepped out into the changed landscape as the sun rose. The highway was a wreck of abandoned cars and scattered remains. More threats waited ahead, but with the bonds pulsing warmly between us, I felt ready. The apocalypse had taken everything, but it had also given me something powerful—connections forged in pleasure and survival.

I answered, Harris smiled, “I know you can. You already have the knowledge about what’s to come. But we both know that knowledge alone is not enough. You need resources, and I have them. I can get you the manpower, the contractors, the security and the personnel that you need to survive indefinitely after the apocalypse comes.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “I have money now, I can find those people myself,”

Maren’s voice reached me through the pack link, calm enough to make every word worse. Aurora. I need you at the old family shelter. Why? We moved forty-three people inside. A pause. There are forty-four.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

Yanlong - Don't panic. Suyan - where are you? Yanlong - Don't make noise. Set all your phones on silent. Yanlong - I am safe where I am. You need to listen to me for the time being. Suyan - Do you think our families are safe? Huomei - My dad's outside the country. Meibing - My parents are in S city. Suyan - mine are in capitol. Yanlong - Wherever your parents are, believe me, they are adults and qualify as important assets in the apocalypse. Nothing will happen to them.