Novel & Cerita This Life's Strong Apocalypse Shelter

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.

She brushed her skirt down and readjusted her blouse whilst one of the men scurried past her to check on Henry who was slumped in a pile against the wall. “He’s dead,” the man exclaimed, rising slowly to his feet. “Whatever the fuck that was, it killed Henry.” “For fucks sake,” another breathed. “Oh, well, that is the price you pay for being human.” Tia rolled her eyes as she stepped over the legs of the dead man. “Don’t push it wolf!” The man cautioned, lifting his crossbow in a warning. These men were humans? What were humans attacking the shelter for and why did they kill April?

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

Before the guard could shoot at her again, Lucia ran away without looking back. The guard sneered and went back inside. "The guards must have been changed. It's only been a few days since the accident, right? Brittney!" She muttered to herself as she walked, not paying attention to where she was going to. She had underestimated Bryan and Brittney. She was aware she had been given a dose of the drug that caused her paralysis but it was a tiny bit and can not be effective yet to cause lethal damage to her. The change of guards was really surprising to her. In her past life, she had no idea about the change of guards.

He gives me an apologetic smile, bowing as he stops before me. "Forgive her behavior, my lady. Cersei is the sour one of the group." he explains. I shrug, not really wanting to focus on Cersei. "I'm Cecelia, of Ovylian." "Pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Lipton Vaughn of Lynnexville, though I reside here now with my leader Quill and the rest of my packmates. Please, let me give you the tour around our home." he said, and though I was a bit wary of the rest of the pack, something told me that Lip might be someone to trust.

The muffled sound of a bullet penetrating flesh was terrifyingly soft, yet it felt heavy enough to make my heart stop. Lucaro shuddered slightly. He looked down at the dark stain rapidly spreading across his chest, then lifted his gaze to me. His lips moved as if to speak, but only a stifled groan escaped as he slowly collapsed. "Caro!" My scream tore through the dead silence of the forest as Lucaro's body fell heavily. His blood spread rapidly under the dim light, thick and stifling.

Jasmine pulled back her stinging hand, too worried to dwell on the pain, and yelled at me, "Lily! What are you waiting for? Get him to the hospital, now!" Derick's concern grew as he steadied me by the shoulder. "Come on! I'll drive you to the best hospital!" "Don't you dare touch my child or me!" My sharp words made him flinch, but he quickly brushed off my resistance as just a case of postpartum stress and offered a conciliatory grin. "Right. The White family has its own private hospital for families only. It's got the top medical care in town. Ayden will be just fine! Let's go, I'll take you both."

Only then did we stop, bent over, breathless, surrounded by endless white. Kira dropped to one knee, panting. “Tell me this isn’t the part where you say the apocalypse just rebooted itself.” I met her eyes. “It’s not the apocalypse. It’s evolution.” “Great,” she muttered. “That’s so much better.” --- We found shelter in the wreck of an old transport half-buried under snow. The hull creaked as the wind screamed outside. Inside, our breath formed clouds. Lena sat across from me, the shard of glass—our last link to him—resting in her hands. It pulsed faintly, steady as a heartbeat.

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

"And I’m not doing it alone. I have the Architect." He turned to Jax. "Take the boy and the techs. Get everyone to the subterranean shelters in the Circuit Slums. The old Vance-spec bunkers. They’re lead-lined. They might survive the initial impact if I can't stop all of them." "And what are you going to do?" Jax asked, knowing the answer before he even finished the question. Alexander looked up at the sky, where the first of the satellites was beginning to glow with the friction of the descent.