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

At some point, she had wrapped her arm tightly around mine. I finally completed the task after buying the villa. A notification from the system sounded. "Congratulations on completing the task. You have been awarded a Level 1 energy shield, which is capable of repelling zombies within a 16-foot radius. Your second task is to rescue 20 people during the apocalypse." Damn. It was only a 16-foot energy shield. I didn't have time to complain. The most urgent thing right now was setting up a safe house. After everything I had done that day, my bank account balance grew to eight hundred million dollars. That should be more than enough.

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?

"As for Donovan, his overseas creditors saw the news and came straight to Dryana. I heard that two days ago someone pulled a sack over his head on the street and broke his nose. "Now he hides in Amanda's rental place. The water and power have both been cut off, and he barely dares to breathe too loudly." I listened without any emotional ripple. A quiet sense of satisfaction settled inside me, like dust that finally fell after a long storm. In my previous life, they had destroyed my home and ruined my name. In this life, I simply returned their own cruelty to them. "That's divine retribution," I said.

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.

The first twenty-four hours of the apocalypse are mostly admin. That is not what movies suggest. Movies prefer running, screaming, glass breaking, one heroic idiot saying “we have to go back” while everyone else silently recalculates their friendship. Maya has running. She has screaming. She has glass breaking. She also has a checklist. At 7:44 p.m., she leaves the warehouse through the rear exit with a backpack, crowbar, pistol, radio, gloves, mask, and the expression of a woman popping out for milk if milk now required route planning and possible blunt-force trauma.

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.