The Lazy Chronicles: Apartment of the Apocalypse-Chapter 80: The Price of Sanctuary

Ethan’s group, though clearly grateful for the refuge Mallory and her team had provided, quickly proved to be a mixed bag of personalities.

Greg was doing his best to prepare breakfast for everyone, though his cooking skills were put to the test by the sudden influx of mouths to feed. "I swear," he muttered as he flipped a skillet of scrambled eggs, "if one more kid asks me why the eggs aren’t shaped like dinosaurs, I’m quitting."

Mallory leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee. "Honestly, I think you’d make a great kindergarten teacher."

Greg shot her a withering look. "If the apocalypse has taught me anything, it’s that I have the patience of a caffeinated squirrel."

Across the room, Blinky was attempting to entertain the children by mimicking various animal sounds, though the result was a cacophony of beeps, chirps, and the occasional loud moo that startled even the adults. The kids, however, found it endlessly amusing, their laughter a rare and precious sound in the grim reality they faced.

Ethan approached Mallory, his expression serious. "I know it’s only been a day, but we’re already stretching your resources thin. If we’re going to stay here, we need to pull our weight."

Mallory appreciated his bluntness. "Good. Because freeloaders don’t get a second chance with me. What can your people do?"

Ethan gestured toward his group. "I was a teacher before all this, but I’ve picked up a few survival skills along the way. Sarah—" he pointed to the young mother—"used to work in logistics. She’s great at organizing supplies. And Mark..." His voice faltered as he looked at the elderly man, who was snoozing in a chair. "Well, he’s got stories."

Mallory raised an eyebrow. "Stories don’t kill zombies or put food on the table."

"They don’t," Ethan admitted, "but they keep people human. That’s worth something, isn’t it?"

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The rest of the day was spent integrating Ethan’s group into the apartment’s routines. Mallory assigned Sarah to inventory their supplies while Ethan joined Ryder on a scouting mission.

Harper was tasked with showing the newcomers how to reinforce the apartment’s defenses, though her enthusiasm for the job bordered on overzealous. "If we’re going to make this place a fortress," she declared, holding up a hammer like a sword, "we need to think like warriors!"

"Or carpenters," Greg quipped.

Meanwhile, Alex returned from a scavenging run with a new haul of supplies, including a box of instant ramen and a stack of old board games. "I figured we could use something to take our minds off the end of the world," he said, holding up a copy of Monopoly.

"Oh, great," Mallory said dryly. "Let’s destroy what little camaraderie we’ve built by arguing over fake real estate."

"Come on," Alex replied with a grin. "What’s the worst that could happen?"

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That night, they gathered in the common area for their first real moment of levity since Ethan’s group arrived. The board games were a hit with the kids, though the adults were far more interested in sharing stories over a rare bottle of wine Alex had found.

Mallory found herself sitting next to Ethan, who seemed more relaxed than she’d seen him so far. "So," she said, pouring him a glass, "what’s your story?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Ethan hesitated, then took a sip of wine. "I was a history teacher. Loved my job, loved my students. When everything fell apart, I stayed behind at the school, trying to protect the kids who had nowhere else to go. Most of them didn’t make it."

Mallory didn’t respond immediately. She’d heard similar stories before, but each one hit like a punch to the gut. "And now you’re here," she said quietly.

"Yeah." Ethan looked around at the room full of people laughing and playing games. "It’s not much, but it’s something."

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The next morning, reality reasserted itself. Ryder and Ethan returned from their scouting mission with grim news.

"There’s a group heading this way," Ryder reported. "About twenty people. Armed."

"Do you think they’re a threat?" Mallory asked.

"Everyone’s a threat these days," Ryder replied. "But they’re definitely organized. If they find us, we’re in trouble."

The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation sank in.

"We need to move," Harper said finally. "This place is too exposed. If they find us, it’ll be a massacre."

"But where do we go?" Greg asked. "We’ve got kids and an old man. We can’t just pack up and run."

Mallory’s mind raced. She knew Harper was right, but the thought of abandoning their hard-won sanctuary was almost too much to bear.

"We don’t have to run," she said finally. "We just need to make them think we’re not worth the trouble."

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The plan was risky, but it was their best shot. They spent the day fortifying the apartment and creating the illusion of a larger, more dangerous group. Blinky was outfitted with makeshift speakers to amplify threatening noises, while Alex rigged up a series of traps designed to scare off intruders.

By the time the other group arrived, the apartment looked more like a military stronghold than a refuge.

Mallory, standing on the rooftop with Ryder and Ethan, watched as the intruders approached. "Let’s hope this works," she muttered.

The leader of the group, a wiry man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward and shouted, "We don’t want trouble! But if you’ve got supplies, we’re taking them!"

Mallory grabbed a megaphone and replied, "Come any closer, and we’ll make you regret it!"

As if on cue, Blinky let out a series of loud, guttural roars, amplified to sound like a pack of feral beasts. At the same time, Alex triggered one of his traps, causing a series of explosions to ripple through the nearby alleyway.

The intruders hesitated, clearly unnerved.

"Leave now," Mallory continued, "and we’ll let you live. Stay, and you’ll find out what happens to people who cross us."

After a tense standoff, the leader signaled for his group to retreat. As they disappeared into the distance, a collective sigh of relief swept through the apartment.

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That night, the group celebrated their victory, though the mood was tempered by the knowledge that their safety was only temporary.

"We got lucky," Ryder said, raising a glass. "But we can’t rely on luck forever."

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