My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

"Why is the weather keep on changing?" Grandpa Phillip complained.

He raised his head and looked at the dark sky and hear the howls of the heart-piercing wind. He shivered slightly and mustered the courage to continue while chanting his mantra deep in his heart.

'Nothing will happen. Nothing will happen. All is well. All is well.'

Unknown to him, his back was drenched in a cold sweat, and beads of sweat drips from his forehead, now and then.

Despite the deep fear in his heart. He arrived a couple of meters from their new safe house and searches the surrounding for any anomalies.

"This should do?" He murmured.

Perhaps, it was his fear that made him stop from venturing forward or something else. Quickly, he began to move the next available burnt or destroyed vehicles to block the road.

Under the sudden evolution of both humans and animals. The strength of the First Circle's existence was way beyond human comprehension. However, only the First Circle existence and upward and this kind of insane power.

Anything below didn't have the power to move a car. They were just stronger and faster than ordinary humans. That's why Justin asked only the powerful First Circle existence to venture outside.

'I'm almost done.' He sighed in relief.

'Now, all I need to do is to search for resources.'

He looked at a couple of buildings along the road for a moment before he shook his head.

'This is going to take a long time. Fuck!' He cursed. He wanted nothing but to escape from the opening and go back to the team.

Grandpa Phillip wipes off the bead of sweat from his forehead and exhales deeply.

'Blocking the road is more exhausting than I thought.' A satisfying smile appeared on his face, looking at the rows of barricades.

'This should do the job.'

'Fuck! If it doesn't do it. They will have to send more people to do it in the future.'

The corner of his lips raised slightly and he turn back, sauntering toward the closest building while whistling a happy tune.

'Gush! I miss my drink!' He clicked his tongue.

After a couple of minutes, Grandpa Phillip furiously came out of the building.

"What the fuck! How can this beautiful building have nothing? Fuck!" He muttered in annoyance.

'Let me smash this asshole for wasting my time.' He raised his pole, preparing to smash the door. But the pole halted in the air.

"It may be useful in the future." He mused and nodded.

He left for the next building.

'Again!'

'Again!'

'Again!'

Bang!

A loud resounding sound echoed in the still atmosphere. From one of the buildings, an old man stumped with his foot came outside with his face darkened.

p 'What can of shitty luck is this." He cursed. "No. No. It's not my luck that is bad, it's these freaking useless houses."

"Let's see about this. This look like a store." A smile appeared on his face.

He had almost had a heart attack when he discovered all these houses had nothing useful for their survival. As one of the elite streets. He expected some gains. Alas, his hope was shattered.

Grandpa Phillip entered the store and saw the place in shambles. Blood spilled everywhere while holes of gunshots were on the walls.

'Can I find anything useful from this mess?' His heart wavered. He was depressed.

'How long would I have to search for resources.'

He ignored the nauseating smell in the store and began his search in earnest. He knew if he didn't find any useful resources in this store. Then, the hope of finding them in another building was close to zero.

He entered the door leading to the back of the store while he was on alert. His eyes darted from right to left, ready for any attack. As an old man, he had many experiences with negligence.

He searches from one room to another. He was already cursing all the generations of those that loot the store. 'How can you not leave anything for this grandpa.' He cried in his heart.

In the last room, he saw a thick metal door at the far end of the room and raise his brow. With a light step, he approached the metal door.

He tried to open the door but find out it was locked. He creased his brow for a moment before he placed his weapon to the side and uses both hands to hold the handle and yank it will all his power.

The door only cracks a little. Seeing this, his eyes opened wide.

"Don't tell me you're going to stop me from knowing what's behind you." He mused.

Now, he was being serious.

A golden flash appeared deep in his eyes and his muscle bulged. "Open for this grandpa.!"

Bang!

The metal door was forcefully open with a huge dent on its body. It could be seen how powerful Grandpa Phillip was. He threw the door to the side and stared at the room ahead.

"Your father! This is what I'm talking about!" He shouted happily.

After a couple of minutes, he left the room with two hefty sacks on his back. He whistle and sauntered out of the store. 'Now, I can return. I believe no one would have enough gain as me.'

'Besides, there isn't any threat on the side of the city. '

Grandpa Phillip was too happy to look at the other side of the street. He turned and head back to the shelter, whistling his favorite tune— Naked woman.

Crack!

Crack!

The tingling sound of broken glasses echoed on the still street and the heavy footsteps sent a low vibration in the ground. Yet, Grandpa Phillip was too happy and lost in the fantasy of the song.

Suddenly, all the hairs on his body stood straight and his heart began to race. He halt his track and furrowed. He took a deep to calm his raging heart but it was to no avail.

His instinct was on full drive. The lost fear returned with full force. He noticed the wind failed to blow and the surrounding was eerily quiet than beyond normal. No animal squeaked from the surroundings.

His ear twitched and he turned his head slowly.

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