Apocalypse Base の小説・ストーリー

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

There was a sense of excitement in the air and a real celebratory vibe all around The Commons for the newly proclaimed Foundation Day. Everything had gone according to the plan Cara and Dane had plotted and got Lucas to buy into. Not only did they both stage brutal coups to remove their problematic Alphas, but they agreed to unite and merge the two packs.

His laughing voice serene the ruined ground all the way to his remaining targeted place. {Those backstabbers have gathered in one place. Good news for you.} Wan moved on from the despair topic. “Where?” {The ruined. Apex Building.} “Aha.” The ruined building called Apex Building was their historical place that took place in the earliest human civilizations that were millions of years ago. It was a restricted place that was supposed to be under construction. “It’s time to let the ruins swallow them alive.” Wan slipped a few curses under his breath in the pretext of heavy breathing.

The entire base sprang into action, with the search teams practically turning the new underground stronghold upside down. They searched every room and every crevice with a fine-toothed comb, from the commander's residence right down to the lowest maintenance tunnels, to no avail. As the days passed, Beckett's condition steadily worsened. He was beginning to show signs of organ failure. Without the deterrence of the serum-reliant survivors hunting them down, the zombies began to appear more frequently outside the base. Everyone's patience was slowly running out. Dad's temper also grew more volatile. He'd even executed several of the search team leaders who'd failed to find me.

I never knew that my girlfriend, who was so germaphobic that she refused to even share a cup with me, would drink from another man's drink. I softly sighed and liked the post. Then I called my boss, Greg Simpson. "Mr. Simpson, I regret turning you down earlier. Can I still take on that project?" Greg was surprised but mostly relieved. "You've finally come to your senses! If you do this project well, you’ll be promoted twice when you get back! It’ll just be one year abroad. Believe me, one year is nothing if it's true love." I smiled and did not refute. That relationship had already ended.

The warm lights of the villa distorted into streaks of blue and red as a massive holographic interface crashed across my sight. Bright crimson warning symbols flashed violently. --- [WARNING: GLOBAL REBORN TIMELINE CONVERGENCE CRITICAL.] [DETECTION OF RAPID ARCTIC ATMOSPHERIC DEPRESSION OVER OAKHAVEN SECTOR.] [COUNTDOWN TO FIRST ABSOLUTE BLIZZARD: 72 HOURS, 00 MINUTES, 00 SECONDS.] [HOST IS URGED TO LOCALIZE ALL VITAL ASSETS IMMEDIATELY.] [PRE-APOCALYPSE PHASE TERMINATING.]

a failsafe bunker designed to survive a total societal collapse. ​Three figures sat around a table of glowing blue glass. They weren't holograms; they were the "Architects"—the original designers of the Alchemist’s work and the Sovereign’s grid. ​"The biological variable has exceeded our projections," the first Architect said, her voice a flat, synthesized drone. "The Alpha and the Apex have successfully weaponized empathy. The 'Zero-Pulse' model is currently at a 98% failure rate." ​"Then we move to the 'Feral-Reset'," the second Architect said. "If we cannot archive the world, we must return it to a state of total, unguided chaos. We release the 'Blight-Prime'."

Old systems collapsed, and while some groups tried to patch things back together, the currents of this new era were way too big for them to steer. New bases or camps rose everywhere. A camp-based civilization was becoming the norm. Anyone trying to bring back the old pre-apocalypse order was just stuck in the past. So nobody should expect the apocalypse to end. That would be a pipe dream. Things would only go back to normal when the virus was totally gone, if that was even possible. The future would be built around bases, and glory would only revolve around camps. Hayley knew they were just small fries back at Base K1, the kind the base wouldn't bother sending rescue teams for. They weren't

Accalia- After lunch, I had to meet with a client regarding one of the tasks I was given, but I took a detour before returning to the office. The building I stopped in front of was two stories tall and had underground parking. It was the new Renegade base for this region. On the opposite side of the city from Z.H Tech, the Renegade base sat in the center of a massive forest. It used to be an abandoned warehouse, but it was perfect for our needs. I purchased it online and then had Eclipse and a few other members start the renovation process.