Cold Apocalypse: My Wife's Betrayal

The Apex of the Frost

A vast number of claws will defeat all steel door defenses. The defense walls will protect you until the horde reaches full strength, which will result in the obstructions blocking all air circulation, the exhaust pipes freezing, and you being buried under a mound of dead bodies and ice.

I observed the red radar screen which illuminated Shelter 04's command center. The bio-signature cluster located less than one mile from us was moving at a fast pace. The horde's dark black dot at its center pulsed with a dark rhythm. A Tier-3 Dominator.

Maya insisted through her appeal which she made while standing behind me that "Kaelen we have titanium walls." "Just lock the primary doors! They can't get in! "

My surface territory belonged to them if I remained inside the building I stated while turning away from the screens. I walked toward the armory area where my boots produced loud sounds on the steel structure. Maya, the apocalypse revolves around territory. If I allow them to take control of the area above our heads, I will become their captive. I don't hide.

I avoided taking any firearms with me. I knew that bullets had no effect on creatures that belonged to the higher-tier category. I decided to take a heavy double-bladed titanium battle-axe instead. Its weight exceeded eighty pounds, which made it extremely difficult for an average man to wield. The weight of the Titan Strength made the object feel as light as a wooden stick.

I gave the command to "Lock the blast doors behind me" as I advanced toward the secondary surface hatch. I will only allow opening after I provide the verbal code. "Watch the cameras. Learn how to kill."

I chose to release the button without waiting for her to respond to my interruption. I pressed the release button. The heavy hydraulic hatch made a hissing sound as it opened, and I walked into the minus forty-degree blizzard.

The industrial district maintained an eerie stillness that lasted three seconds. Then, the ground began to vibrate.

The First Beast Wave emerged from frozen warehouse corners and surged into the street like a horrible tidal wave. There were hundreds of them. Mutated Frost-Hounds, oversized rats with razor-wire fur, and grotesque, infected scavengers. They trampled over abandoned cars, their eyes glowing with unnatural, starving hunger.

I stayed in my position without moving backward. I held the titanium axe tightly with both hands while my Bone-Plated Skin began to harden under my ripped jacket.

I roared "Come on!" as my voice cut through the loud winds.

The horde crashed into me.

My Apex Speed activated. I disappeared from view and became a silver steel and grey bone that moved at high speed. I swung the massive axe in a wide, horizontal arc. The axe, which weighed eighty pounds, cut through the Frost-Hounds, breaking their spines and splitting them into two pieces. Black blood sprayed across the snow, freezing into red crystals before it even hit the ground.

The claws attacked my chest and arms but my Bone-Plated Skin stopped them from reaching me. I stepped forward, burying my boot into the skull of a mutated scavenger, crushing it into paste. I swung the axe down to cut a jumping beast from its mouth to its belly.

I worked to survive, but I also engaged in farming activities. I gained experience points for every beast I killed while I accumulated the new world's currency.

The Vance Family military discovered a terrifying truth in the heavily fortified Capital Safe Zone while I painted the snow black with monster blood fifty miles away.

Commander Graves kicked a frozen cardboard box across an empty, massive warehouse. The room, which was supposed to hold the city’s largest wholesale food supply, was completely stripped bare. Not a single grain of rice was left.

Graves growled "Explain this to me" as he turned to face the trembling warehouse manager who was kneeling on the freezing concrete. He grabbed the man by his collar and hoisted him up. "The Patriarch ordered this sector secured. Where is the city's food?

The manager sobbed "I... I don't know! " while his teeth chattered. "A guy bought it! All of it! Paid fifty million in cash and wire transfers! He took everything to the industrial district!

Graves dropped the man. He pulled out a sleek military grade satellite tablet to check the banking alerts which had finally passed through the damaged power supply system. He narrowed his eyes when he spotted the account that approved the transaction.

Vance Family Trust. Account Holder: Kaelen Vance.

Graves whispered "The useless heir" while his cruel smile twisted his scarred face. "The old man thought he froze to death in the slums. He didn't just survive; he stole the family's crown jewels.

Graves issued orders to his squad of elite Enforcers who were heavily armed. "Mount up in the armored transports. We are heading to the industrial district. The Patriarch wants the food. And he wants his grandson's head on a spike.

The horde was disappearing throughout the industrial district. My surroundings were filled with dead frozen bodies that had been violently killed. My breath steamed in the freezing air, my muscles burned from pure adrenaline.

The remaining beasts stopped their offensives. They whined, lowering their bellies to the snow, backing away into the shadows.

The ground shook.

A huge shadow from the three-story factory roof blocked out the snow falling below. It leaped down, crashing onto the street with the force of a meteor. The concrete between its feet cracked into a spider web pattern.

The Dominator belonged to Tier-3 classification system.

The creature stood at a height of fifteen feet, with its bipedal body shape resembling a combination of a silverback gorilla and a polar bear. Its body was covered in thick, diamond-hard ice spikes, and its jaws dripped with a highly corrosive, freezing acid. The thing that terrified me most, however, were its eyes. The eyes showed no signs of being a mindless creature. They had intelligent thinking abilities, which combined with their deep-seated arrogant malice.

The Dominator didn't just roar. It reached down, grabbed a rusted forklift parked on the street with one massive hand, and hurled it directly at my head like a baseball.

My Apex Speed flared. I dove to the right. The forklift smashed into a brick wall behind me, exploding into shrapnel.

The Dominator moved toward me at high speed. The Dominator moved toward me at high speed. The Dominator swung a gigantic fist covered with spikes. I raised the titanium axe to block.

CLANG!

The blow delivered a devastating impact. The titanium shaft which weighs eighty pounds became bent into a half shape.

The impact sent me flying backward through the air. I crashed violently through the reinforced glass window of a storefront, rolling across the floor in a shower of debris.

My left arm experienced a sudden intense pain. I looked down. The beast’s ice spikes had actually pierced through my Bone-Plated Skin, leaving three deep, bleeding gashes.

The Dominator ripped the storefront open, stepping inside, towering over me. It let out a low, mocking growl.

I spat blood from my mouth onto the floor and stood up. I tossed the broken titanium axe aside. Weapons were useless here.

"You believe you destroyed my armor?" I whispered, my eyes glowing with the blue light of the System.

I didn't run. I charged straight at the fifteen-foot monster. The beast roared, thrusting its massive hand forward to impale me. I slid beneath its arm, completely ignoring defense. Using every ounce of my Titan Strength, I drove both of my bare hands directly into the pulsing, unarmored center of the beast's chest.

My fingers broke through its thick hide, sinking deep into its burning, freezing flesh. I grabbed its beating, glowing core while the monster was still alive.

The Dominator shrieked, raising its claws to crush my skull.