All Chapters of Apocalypse: Survivor-in-Law: Chapter 41
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Zero Camouflage
"Report the internal atmospheric conditions."Malcolm stood in the center of the command room. He pulled the heavy tactical helmet off his head. He dropped it onto the plush carpet."Primary exhaust vents are clear," the bunker artificial intelligence replied. "Carbon monoxide levels are dropping rapidly. Internal ambient temperature is seventy eight degrees Fahrenheit and falling."Malcolm keyed a command on his wrist console. The heavy titanium armor plates of the Ironcrest Exoskeleton hissed and disengaged.He stepped out of the massive mechanical suit. His bare chest was slick with heavy sweat. His lungs burned from the lingering diesel fumes."Restore the climate control to seventy two degrees," Malcolm ordered.He walked away from the command console. He left the armored suit standing in the middle of the room like a dark metallic sentinel.Malcolm entered his pristine master bathroom. He turned the polished chrome handles of the massive glass shower. He did not turn on the hot
Zero Ghost
Malcolm walked into the blinding whiteout. The Class Five super blizzard shrieked like a dying animal. The wind speed exceeded one hundred and twenty miles per hour.The ambient temperature hovered at negative one hundred degrees Fahrenheit. The Ironcrest Exoskeleton engaged the ghost protocols. The matte black armor actively bent the ambient light around his massive frame.He became a silent void in the falling snow.The internal acoustic dampeners silenced the heavy hydraulic servos. His heavy metallic boots compressed the deep snow without making a single sound. Inside the sealed suit Malcolm breathed perfectly filtered seventy two degree air.He felt a bead of sweat dry on his forehead. The advanced liquid cooling mesh maintained his perfect core temperature.He crossed the frozen plaza. The shattered ice crunched under the heavy treads of the municipal plows but his footsteps remained totally silent. He approached the towering barricade of Richard Mercer.The Mayor had built a fo
Zero Recycling
Victor hit the bottom of the icy ditch with a heavy thud. He was not a corpse.The extreme negative eighty degree temperatures slowed his heart to a sluggish crawl. He fell into a deep hypothermic coma while chained to the steel pole.Captain Dan unchained him hours ago to make room for a new rebellious worker. The tactical guards tossed Victor into the deep latrine trench to rot. The sudden brutal impact against the frozen dirt jolted his failing heart back to a weak rhythm.Victor gasped loudly. Thick freezing air rushed into his burning lungs. He rolled onto his side in the mud.Caroline and Cynthia watched him move. They huddled around a pathetic smoking fire burning inside a rusted metal trash bin. They did not stand up to help him."He is still breathing," Caroline rasped. She clutched a stolen tin of frozen baked beans tight against her chest."He is a drain on our heat," Cynthia snapped. She held her bleeding cheek where Caroline struck her earlier. "Stay away from our fire Vi
Zero Authority
"The thermal blast vaporized our primary barricade Mayor."Captain Dan stood inside the heated cabin of the command crawler. He gripped the edge of the steel table to steady his trembling hands.Richard Mercer sat in his plush leather passenger seat. He held a crystal glass filled with expensive aged scotch."I have eyes Captain," Richard said softly. "I watched the glacier shatter.""We lost sniper team one," Dan reported. His voice carried a raw edge of panic. "The building collapsed on top of them. We cannot fight a walking tank.""He is not a tank," Richard replied. He took a slow sip of the amber liquid. "He is just a man hiding inside a metal suit. Men need to sleep.""He breached the solid ice with high yield thermite charges," Dan argued. "The titanium gates are free. He can walk out whenever he wants."Richard set his crystal glass down on the thick paper blueprints spread across the table."Then we do not attack the front door again," Richard stated. He pointed a thick finge
Zero Winter
"Get your heavy boot off my spine."Richard Mercer coughed a thick wad of dark blood onto the frozen asphalt. The viscous liquid steamed in the freezing air.Malcolm did not move his leg. He pressed his heavy titanium boot deeper into the center of the warlord. Another sharp sickening crack echoed from Richard's ribcage.Richard gasped loudly. The brutal pressure forced the remaining air from his bruised lungs."I can offer you a trade Malcolm," Richard wheezed. He tasted bile and copper in his mouth."You have nothing I want," Malcolm stated. The external speakers of the mechanical suit projected his cold metallic voice across the silent plaza."I have a compliant workforce," Richard bargained desperately. "I have thousands of desperate citizens willing to dig tunnels for a single meal. I can supply you with endless labor.""I do not need slaves," Malcolm replied. "I need quiet."Captain Dan stood ten feet away. His tactical assault rifle hung uselessly by his side. The safety was en
Zero Offline
"Get them into the tunnel right now."Richard Mercer pointed a trembling finger toward the dark excavation pit. He stood at the edge of the smoking crater. The burning fuel was just a smoldering puddle of black sludge.The freezing wind carried the foul scent of burning oilRichard looked past the ruined supply trucks. Hundreds of starving citizens stared back at him from the latrine trenches. Their hollow eyes reflected the dying orange embers of his destroyed empire."The heaters are dead, Mayor," Captain Dan whispered nervously. The officer gripped his assault rifle tight. "The remaining fuel will not last until dawn.""They know the heat is gone Dan," Richard said. He kept his eyes locked on the angry mob.The moment the cold sets in they will tear me apart, Richard calculated frantically. I need a new cage to lock them in."Bring your rifles forward Captain," Richard ordered. "Force every single slave into the dirt. We breach that bunker tonight."Captain Dan raised his weapon. H
Zero Hunger
"Get away from the wall right now."Richard Mercer shined his flashlight directly into the pale face of the frozen utility worker. The bright beam illuminated the jagged ice crystals coating the dead gray flesh."He is moving Mayor," the digging slave whispered. His voice choked in disbelief. "His eyes just opened.""Step back and drop the shovel," Richard commanded sharply. He rested his hand on his holstered sidearm.The dead man lunged forward with terrifying unnatural speed. The frozen joints cracked loudly like breaking glass. Decayed teeth sank deep into the slave's exposed neck.Hot blood sprayed across the frozen dirt wall in a violent crimson arc. The metallic scent of fresh blood mixed with the foul stench of ancient rot."Help me," the slave gurgled. He dropped his rusted tool and grabbed his own throat.He fell backward into the freezing mud. He thrashed wildly against the permafrost.His body went into immediate shock. His heart raced wildly against his ribs like a trappe
Zero Obedience
"The glass is cracking Dad."Caroline pressed her spine against the cold steel wall of the dark cabin. She pulled her freezing knees tight against her chest.Outside the reinforced windshield Cynthia and Victor smashed their bloody fists against the pane. The infected billionaires ignored the blizzard. They pounded the vehicle with mindless feral repetition."Keep your mouth shut," Richard ordered.He sat in the driver seat. His heart hammered violently against his fractured ribs. A sharp spiderweb fracture spread across the thick safety glass.The glass is failing, Richard calculated frantically. I need a distraction to start the engine. They are drawn to noise and movement.He looked at his weeping daughter. His survival instinct overrode any remaining parental loyalty. He reached across the console and grabbed the collar of her torn coat."What are you doing?" Caroline shrieked in confusion. She tried to pull away from his grip."I need time," Richard stated flatly.He kicked the p
Zero Reserve
"The primary diesel reserves will be empty in four days."The synthetic voice of the bunker artificial intelligence cut through the quiet room.Malcolm stood on the plush green turf of his indoor golf simulator. He held a custom titanium driver. The ambient temperature in the massive room held at a steady seventy two degrees."Explain the consumption metric," Malcolm ordered. He swung the heavy club.Smack. The golf ball hit the digital projection screen and dropped to the hardwood floor."Moving a mobile fortress of this mass requires immense continuous torque," the system explained. "The massive steel treads are crushing solid ice and ruined asphalt. The resistance is draining the fuel cells faster than anticipated.""What is our current speed?" Malcolm asked. He walked over to a leather sofa and picked up a glass of cold water."We are averaging twelve miles per hour on the frozen highway," the AI replied."That is unacceptable," Malcolm said. He took a sip of the water. "We left t
Zero Chapter (An explanation on worldbuilding )
The Leviathan (The Mobile Fortress) The world believed Malcolm Drayton built a stationary concrete warehouse. They were wrong. The concrete exterior was just a brittle shell designed to hide his true investment. The actual structure was a colossal mobile land crawler named the Leviathan. Massive steel tracks formed the foundation of the fortress. Thick titanium alloy plates created an impenetrable armored hull. The vehicle was engineered to survive nuclear fallout and extreme planetary freezing. It weighed thousands of tons. It could traverse ruined highways and crush abandoned vehicles with terrifying ease. The Leviathan was a sealed luxury ecosystem. It housed premium hydroponic gardens and advanced water purification systems. It functioned as a heavy military warship masquerading as a civilian shelter. The Overseer (The Artificial Intelligence) A fortress of that massive magnitude required a flawless nervous system. Malcolm designed a proprietary artificial intelligenc