End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 A Dream in the Apocalypse

Robin’s mouth twitched. “It’s all there. Still as dashing as ever.”

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That calmed him down a little. “Is that thing a goose? How is it this aggressive?! All I said was one little comment about eating it, and it went ballistic!”

Robin coughed. “Well, originally, he was raised for eating. But his combat power turned out to be too impressive, so he got promoted.”

Cotton stretched his neck skyward, radiating pride. He was a goose who had literally fought his way off the dinner plate.

“Robin! You’re back!”

A surprised female voice called out from the door. Jessica hurried out, stopping short when she saw the crowd.

“These are all new residents I brought back.”

Robin explained.

“Oh! Right…”

Jessica nodded. “Has everyone eaten? Should I go prepare something…?”

“Yes.”

Robin’s eyes were warm. “Tonight, everyone feasts. But you don’t have to do a thing–cooking for this many people by yourself would be insane.”

Jessica waved her hands. “It’s fine, really—I don’t do much around here anyway. It’s the least I

can-”

“Seriously, no need.”

Robin laughed. “Jessica, just grab some clean clothes for everyone. They’ll probably want showers. Our bathrooms might not be enough, so help coordinate the rotation.”

“That’s easy!”

Jessica agreed at once. “Everyone, follow me.”

When the group heard there would be food and showers, they nearly short–circuited.

Showers?

Their last shower had been over a month ago.

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Before the apocalypse, going a month without bathing would’ve been unthinkable.

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But survival trumped hygiene. Water was impossibly scarce. Even someone as brazen as Xane had only dared wash his hair. A full shower? Out of the question.

And this place had enough water for showers?

For real?

Wouldn’t that be extravagant?

The whole thing felt like a dream.

They shuffled to the entrance in a collective daze, then stopped–unable to bring themselves to step inside.

Clean, gleaming floor tiles. Immaculate rooms. Sunset streaming through spotless windows, wrapping everything in a soft, golden haze.

Two robot vacuums trundled across the floor. A young man was sprawled across the sofa, looking thoroughly unbothered. He cracked one eye at the crowd, then let it fall shut again, as if they weren’t worth the effort.

It was all too beautiful.

Was this really a place that existed in the apocalypse?

And in that moment, the name finally registered.

Shangri–La.

Standing in the doorway, gazing at the scene within, that name pulsed behind their eyes.

It really did feel like paradise.

“Don’t just stand there! Robin brought you here–that makes you honored guests. Come on in.”

Jessica beckoned, and they stumbled inside in a trance.

Jessica got busy sorting showers and clothes. Ella and the others had been gone for days and were desperate to clean up.

“I need a shower immediately,” Ella announced.

“I haven’t changed clothes for days. I feel like my whole body stinks!”

Henry, from the sofa, wrinkled his nose. “While you were gone, that giant white pig started

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smelling, too.”

“Ruby!”

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