My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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Ray quietly pushed the door open and pressed forward. Whoosh–the quilt blocking the doorway vanished. He pushed again until a gap wide enough for one person appeared. Slipping inside, he quickly shut the door behind him and placed the quilt back where it had been.

Silence.

He looked ahead. About ten meters away, a bonfire burned brightly, fed by all kinds of furniture–tables, chairs, cabinets. Massive piles of books were stacked nearby like small hills.

But what shocked him was the scene around the fire. A group of people were singing and dancing as if what lay outside wasn’t an apocalyptic disaster, but some kind of holiday camp. Several grills stood nearby, meat sizzling on top. Even from a distance, the aroma drifted through the air.

Ray swept his gaze across the crowd. Roughly a hundred people surrounded the bonfire–maybe a few more. By the firelight, he could see clearly that none of them looked older than forty. Most were in their twenties or thirties, strong and able–bodied. Men

and women.

No elderly. No children.

Around the bonfire, ground bedding had been laid out in a ring.

So they slept here, all together. It wasn’t a bad idea. Everyone gathered together meant centralized heating–conserving

resources.

But where were the elderly and the children? In a residential complex, there should have been people of all ages.

Unless-

Ray frowned. His gaze drifted back to the roasting meat, and his eyes turned cold.

Keeping close to the wall, he moved soundlessly through the darkness, just beyond the firelight. The group was too busy singing and dancing to notice him. He made his way to the eastern section of the garage.

Unlike the west side, this area was pitch black and bitterly cold. The civil defense door was shut. Ray pushed it open, slipped inside, and closed it again before switching on his flashlight.

Holy hell.

Even though Ray had already killed dozens of people, his scalp prickled with dread.

The space was filled with corpses.

Mostly elderly and children, though there were adults as well. Every one of them had their hands bound. Their faces were trozen in expressions of terror and despair, preserved by the extreme cold at the exact moment of their death.

Images flooded Ray’s mind:

More than a hundred strong, young adults banding together Capturing the others in batches and herding them here to freeze to

death.

And those survivors? They lived off the resources of every household in the complex.

Judging by the map, this was a large residential area–likely home to over five thousand people. Five thousand sustaining hundred… of course they could last a long time.

These bodies were their reserves. When hungry, they simply dragged one out, roasted it, and

Killing intent surged in Ray’s eyes.

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Chapter 152

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In the apocalypse, killing was common. To survive, people became selfish–that was understandable.

But cannibalism?

That was the bottom line.

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