Novel & Cerita This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter

refugees were starting to panic. "He's one of them now!" a man shouted, gesturing to the sky where the golden lights of the Apex were glowing brighter than ever. "He took the deal! He saved his own skin and left us to rot in the black-core leak!" "Shut up!" Meilin’s voice didn't just carry; it vibrated.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

But when he saw how wrecked his parents were, he snapped—vanished into the mountains and jumped off a cliff. That's when Frederick backed off. Both families had lost too much. They gave up and married Cassie off to some random guy. She'd tried turning herself into Arya with plastic surgery she couldn't afford. It tanked. Left her broke, face botched, hiding from the world and dodging debt collectors. Luke didn't die. Word had it some old pastor from a mountain chapel found him half-dead and took him in. Once he recovered, Luke stayed—quiet, alone, never married. Still visited his folks sometimes, but that was it.

A painful pressure built behind my eyes. I looked down because if Daniel saw me cry, he would stop being a child and become my caretaker again. I couldn't allow that. Not today. Not during his bridge. He pointed to the hidden compartment at the base. “This is a shelter. It’s for people who need somewhere safe when the storm is too strong. Every structure should have a safe place. Even if people don’t see it from outside.” Mrs. Henshaw clapped first. And then the room filled with applause.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

Lila joined in quickly: “You treat us like amateurs. We have never done such things before of course it takes time!” “And learning faster saves lives,” Kael said simply, hammering another peg firm. Alexus walked through all sides, checking and encouraging evenly. He moved naturally now between his old way commanding, polished and what Kael showed: practical, grounded, humble strength. He even worked harder than many, hands scratched and dirty like ours. By late afternoon, the shelter stood strong: long, raised, sloped roof, walls thick enough from wind and rain, open sides for air but easily closed. Inside divided into two sections men and women sleeping areas.

Then Pulled her into my lap. Nolan, talk to me, I promise you that I understand whatever it is… Before I could tell her, Salem, Valeria, and Hunter appeared from between the trees. Had fun, sis? Salem chuckled. We came earlier but… You had fun watching Salem? I asked winking. Valerie turned red. We didn’t mean to, just…we all laughed. Love is okay, normal… is the apocalypse; we might not live tomorrow. My smile disappeared. Okay, I said, holding Emily tighter in my lap, where should we send the kids?

“Yes… use me… I’m your wasteland cumdump… fill me until I break…” The main camp came into view, a sprawling settlement of reinforced bunkers, rusted vehicles turned into shelters, barbed wire fences, and multiple flickering fires. Hundreds of “survivors”— all powerful members of the Midnight Club in their post-apocalyptic costumes, turned to watch as I was paraded through the center like a captured prize. Kane threw me into the middle of the largest breeding pit, a deep, sand-filled arena surrounded by cheering men and a few dominant women. The ground was already stained from previous days of use.

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

The solar generator sat on the balcony, and the freezer hummed steadily. The compound bow was mounted on the wall, with arrows lined up neatly beside it. The machetes and stun batons stayed within easy reach. This was my apocalypse shelter, the place that would keep me alive when the zombies hit. Night fell while I organized the last of the supplies, and my phone rang. A familiar name flashed on the screen. Jessica. I stared at it and smirked. The real show was finally about to begin.