Apocalypse Stockpile: Surviving Harrington Manor

Chapter 1

My boyfriend and I accidentally unlocked two Systems.

One System could turn food into people.

The other could turn people into food.

He grabbed the people-to-food System first, so I had no choice but to take the other one.

That night, the world fell apart, and food shortages hit fast.

He used his System to turn people into food, and everyone treated him like humanity’s savior.

It didn’t take long before the attention went to his head.

He announced, “If you want food, you call me Master, and you do exactly what I say.”

With that System in his hands, he started doing whatever he pleased.

I refused to become part of his little harem, so he kicked me out without hesitation.

Not long after, he finally pushed people too far, turning so many victims into food that the survivors snapped.

They banded together and put a bounty on his head.

When he was half-dead and running out of places to hide, he came crawling back to me, determined to drag me down with him.

“If you hadn’t stolen the food-to-people System from me, I wouldn’t have ended up like this,” he hissed, eyes burning with hate, “You’re heartless.”

Then I opened my eyes again.

I was back on the day we had to choose our Systems.

This time, he picked the food-to-people System first.

He smiled at me like he was doing me a favor and said, “Wills, the best one’s for you.”

[Please select your System.]

That familiar, mechanical voice hit my ears, and I jolted awake.

For a second, I was still stuck in the memory of the blade Derek Shaw had driven into my chest.

Then I heard his voice again, impatient and bright with excitement.

“I’ll take the food-to-people System,” Derek said, like he’d already decided it was useless.

A beat later, he grabbed my shoulder and gave me a little shake.

“Wills, I’m leaving you the better one, the people-to-food System.”

He looked so gentle when he said it.

It made my skin go cold.

I stared at him and smiled inside.

So he’d come back too.

The memories from my last life rushed in, one after another.

After Derek bound the people-to-food System, he rose fast in the chaos.

With the shelves empty and everyone living on panic, he could still “make” food, and he solved survival problems for countless people.

He became a hero.

People worshipped him.

And then power did what it always does, it rotted him from the inside.

He started building a “harem,” trading food for loyalty and using survival itself as a leash.

“You want something to eat,” he’d say, “Fine, kneel down and call me Master.”

He’d stand up high while rows of desperate people knelt below him, hollow-eyed, swallowing their pride for a single bite.

Under Derek’s rule, the dirty work went to the men and the women he didn’t care to look at.

The pretty ones got dragged into his private world, forced to play along day after day.

I tried to talk him down once.

He sneered and shoved me out of his life like I was nothing.

“If you won’t obey me,” he said, “get out and starve.”

Eventually, his cruelty caught up with him.

The survivors joined forces and swore they’d tear him apart.

He was hunted into a corner, bleeding, shaking, and still furious enough to spit venom.

He found me like that, eyes wild with hatred.

“This is your fault,” he snarled, “If you hadn’t taken the food-to-people System back then, I wouldn’t be here.”

What he “forgot” was simple.

He’d chosen first.

I’d taken what he didn’t want.

But when the end came, he still blamed me.

He drove the knife into my heart and took himself out with me.

Now he’d rushed to pick the food-to-people System, obviously trying to dodge the same ending.

And when things went bad again, he planned to shove the blame onto me, let the crowd burn me instead.

He had no idea I wasn’t the same girl anymore.

I’d come back too, and I could finally see him clearly.

“Sure,” I said, smiling softly, “Thanks for saving the better System for me.”

My eyes stayed cold.

This time, I wasn’t going to hesitate.

I was going to turn this System into the beginning of his nightmare.

With less than an hour left on the countdown to the end, Derek grabbed my wrist and dragged me straight to GreenMart to stock up.

By the time we got there, most of the good stuff was already gone.

Derek’s face twisted, and he snapped at me.

“This is on you for dragging your feet, everyone grabbed the best things already.”

He scowled like I’d personally ruined his life.

“Useless.”

When my expression cooled, he flipped fast.

He leaned in, voice suddenly gentle.

“Sorry, Wills, I didn’t mean it,” he said, “I’m just panicking.”

“The end’s almost here,” he added, “If we don’t have food, we’re dead.”

I knew exactly why he was backing off.

He still needed the System I held, and he didn’t want to push me too far, not yet.

“Okay,” he said quickly, “We split up, we’ll be faster.”

Then he shoved a big, three-tier rolling cart forward and went on a shopping spree like a man possessed.

Instant rice cups x50, canned Spam x72, protein bars x200, survival crackers x320, freeze-dried vegetables x80.

As he cleared shelves, his grin kept growing, like everything was unfolding exactly the way he’d planned.

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