"Sign right here on the dotted line."​Warren Lockwood tapped a heavy gold pen against the thick stack of legal documents. He was the most ruthless real estate broker in Brighthaven.​Warren specialized entirely in distressed assets. He made his millions by exploiting desperate people who needed cash immediately.​Malcolm stared down at the property deed on the desk. This house in the downtown district was the only inheritance his late parents had ever left him.​In his previous life he had clung to it desperately. He had suffered constant humiliation from the Mercer family just to protect this single piece of his childhood.​But a standard two story suburban home was completely useless for the upcoming extreme cold apocalypse.A normal house would become a frozen coffin the moment the global power grid failed.​To survive the absolute zero temperatures Malcolm needed a military bunker built deep into a solid mountain. He needed yard thick titanium walls and independent geothermal ene

"Are you actually stalking me now?"​Caroline broke the silence in the luxurious boardroom. She pointed her finger directly at Malcolm.​Victor Hargrove turned around to face the back of the room. He saw Malcolm standing calmly on the thick carpet.​Victor immediately let out a loud and theatrical sigh. He looked at the city officials sitting around the table.​"I sincerely apologize for this interruption gentlemen," Victor said smoothly. "This is my absolute trash of an ex husband in law."​The wealthy investors and city board members immediately began to chuckle. They were desperate to flatter the billionaire heir.​"How did a homeless beggar even get past the front desk," one of the board members asked loudly to impress Victor.​Caroline crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She looked at Malcolm like he was a stray dog that had wandered into a Michelin star restaurant.​"Malcolm you need to leave right now," Caroline demanded. "I told you yesterday that we are completely finish

A massive diamond tipped drill violently chewed through the solid bedrock beneath Brighthaven.​The deafening roar of heavy machinery echoed across the city center. A thick cloud of gray dust drifted into the air.​Malcolm stood casually with his hands in his pockets. He was watching the elite engineering team from Ironcrest Holdings tear apart the concrete foundation of his new warehouse.​He had successfully purchased the property yesterday for thirty million dollars. Today he was already transforming it into an impenetrable fortress.​Dozens of flatbed trucks were currently lined up down the street. They were carrying massive yard thick titanium plates for the exterior walls.​A large crowd of local business owners and wealthy neighbors had gathered behind the temporary chain link fence. They were pointing their fingers and laughing loudly at the construction site.​"Look at that complete idiot," a wealthy boutique owner shouted over the noise of the drill. "He won a few million do

"Look at the final balance Caroline."​Victor Hargrove shoved the thick stack of financial documents directly against her chest.​Caroline stood under the dim streetlamp outside the warehouse gates. She opened the heavy manila folder with trembling hands.​Her palms were covered in bloody blisters from three weeks of agonizing manual labor. She scanned the official bank statements with exhausted eyes.​The top page showed Malcolm with a staggering three billion dollar balance exactly three weeks ago. The final page showed his current account balance at exactly zero.​"He spent every single penny," Victor said with a loud and cruel laugh. "He liquidated that entire massive portfolio to buy military grade titanium and thousands of tons of preserved food."​Victor stepped closer and looked at her filthy work clothes with supreme pity.​"He is completely broke. Caroline," Victor whispered maliciously. "He does not have a single dollar left to his name. He just used you for three weeks of

"My toes are turning black."Cynthia sent the text message to the main group chat at six in the morning."Someone send a car for us right now," she demanded in the next text. "We are trapped in the hotel lobby."Malcolm read the desperate messages from his plush king size mattress. The bunker climate control hummed a steady seventy two degrees.He threw off his heavy silk sheets and stretched his arms. He had slept for eight solid hours without a single nightmare.Outside his titanium walls the city of Brighthaven was a frozen graveyard. The temperature was negative eighty two degrees. Millions of people had died in their sleep last night.He walked into his spacious bathroom and turned the silver shower dial. Steaming hot water cascaded over his shoulders.He stood under the hot spray for twenty full minutes. He used premium cedar body wash and let the thick lather run down the drain.In his previous life he had suffered in the dark for a month. He had scavenged for melted dirty snow