End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 121

End Times.

Chapter 121 Kitchen Catastrophe

There was every variety

taginable–full–meals, side dishes, snacks.

Some of it was still steaming when it materialized. All of it had been stockpiled before the apocalypse.

Spotting Henry sprawled across the sofa like he owned it, Robin kicked the cushion out from under ham. “Get up. Go make some porridge.”

Whenever she came back, it was never good news for him!

Henry raked a hand through his hair, irritated. “Why don’t you do it? Do I look like someone who makes porridge?”

“You’ll learn.”

Robin’s smile was thin. “You’re the only person in this house with nothing to do. And you’re actually comfortable with that?”

“I’m very comfortable, thank you.”

Henry’s jaw was set. “I’ve spent 20–odd

being comfortable.”

Despite his big talk, his body betrayed his words. He stood up and grumbled his way toward the kitchen. adding a final warning, “This was your idea. When it goes wrong, that’s on you.”

What could possibly go wrong with porridge?

Robin didn’t give it a second thought.

Jessica finished assigning everyone their rooms and headed downstairs, only to find the teenager who had been on the sofa was gone.

She blinked, asking casually, “Where’s Henry?”

“Oh.”

Robin said casually, “I sent him to the kitchen to make porridge.”

The color left Jessica’s face. There was genuine horror.

“You sent him where?!”

“To make porridge.”

Robin looked up, about to explain, when a piercing alarm suddenly shrieked through the villa!

At the same time, a scream erupted from the kitchen. “Ahhh!”

Robin and Jessica locked eyes, then sprinted for the kitchen.

Black smoke was billowing from the doorway. The ceiling’s smoke detector had gone into full sprinkler

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mode, drenching the room in a fine, relentless mist.

Henry stood in the middle of it all, clothing a pot, soaked to the bone.

“What in the world did you do?”

Robin’s temple throbbed as she took in the total mess.

He’d been in there for two minutes.

Two minutes!

“I told you–me and kitchens don’t mix!”

Henry wiped his face, frustration and defeat written in every line.Me genuinely couldn’t understand it.

Everyone else seemed to manage kitchens just fine. But him?

Every time he set foot in one, something either caught fire or exploded. It was like the room had a personal vendetta.

“Didn’t I specifically tell you to never, under any circumstances, go near the kitchen?” Jessica said, handing him a dry towel with an expression of utter exasperation.

Robin’s radar pinged. “What do you mean? Has he blown up my kitchen before?”

“Well…”

A flicker of guilt crossed Henry’s eyes.

He coughed softly and looked away. “During the two days you were gone… twice.”

Robin stared at him, speechless.

It all made sense now–the warning he’d tossed out before walking into the kitchen. She’d thought he was being dramatic.

He was a repeat offender.

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Robin eyed him suspiciously. “You didn’t do this on purpose, did you? Sabotage the kitchen a few times so I’d never ask you to cook again?”

“What?” Henry snapped, looking insulted

He sputtered, “Do I look like that kind of person to you?!”

Robin answered honestly, “You seem sneaky enough. I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Henry went silent upon hearing that.

Jessica stifled a laugh behind her hand. “Robin, he really didn’t do it on purpose. But it is genuinely bizarre

-the second he enters a kitchen, disaster strikes.

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