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The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 623    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

my lungs, a cold that seeped into my bones. I j

plain. I was in my luxurious Boston apartme

smile on his handsome face. His mother, a woman whose ever

need you to sign these papers," Mrs. Scott sa

ur shared assets before the wedding. A formality. I have a once-in-

with a chilling, absolute clarity. I recognized this

ty d

hirty days before "

reatures that hunted by sound clawed their way out of the

in tears, refusing to sign, feeling betrayed. T

pushing me off a boat to create a loud splash that would d

ho encouraged him to use me for my

ed up

said, my v

didn't argue. I just signed the papers, one by one, gi

nto smug satisfaction. "See, Mot

apers back towards hi

rotect my family. And watch my ene

luable family heirlooms, things my mother had given me. Then, as Matthew and

out his driver's license, a

the door without

o me. All I could hear was the future silence. I got into my

ed. Not the shared assets, not the real estate dea

ive, brilliant engineer who had been

. Army Ranger who died a hero in my last li

d my father had built, a self-sufficien

. The clock

hey were celebrating their future wealth, buil

th

face. Let them celebrate their meaningless paper

y would

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The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise
The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise
“The phantom chill of icy water jolted me awake, but I wasn' t drowning in Lake Champlain; I was safe in my luxurious Boston apartment. My fiancé, Matthew, and his mother stood over my bed, demanding I sign papers to dissolve our shared assets, claiming it was just a formality. But I recognized this moment, a chilling deja vu-I had been reborn just thirty days before "The Great Silence." In my last life, this conversation ended with me refusing, crying, feeling utterly betrayed and abandoned. I remembered how he' d later abandon me to monstrous creatures, using me as a decoy for his pregnant mistress. This time, there were no tears, only a cold, hard resolve. I signed away everything we had built, but my enemies didn't realize they were signing their own death warrants. My plan wasn't just to survive the coming apocalypse, but to exact a ruthless, quiet revenge. I walked out, leaving Matthew clueless, carrying his driver's license-a silent weapon. I drove north to my reclusive father's fortified compound, desperate to warn him and bring my Army Ranger brother home before the world went silent. Days later, Matthew called, desperate and alone, his mother and mistress gone. He begged for help, but I sent him to a decoy cabin, tracked by a hidden camera. Watching him stumble in, not alone as promised, I saw his true nature. The ensuing fight drew creatures, and he resorted to a horrifying act of self-mutilation to survive. He eventually found our true haven, using a child as bait to draw the creatures to our gate. But I had one last, silent trick up my sleeve, linked to his greed and his pride. With a single click, Matthew's old smartphone became his personal alarm, a blaring siren in a world that hunted by sound. His end was swift, brutal, and orchestrated by me. We rescued the traumatized child, Elyse, a silent victim like my own brother, Andrew, who had also mutilated himself to save innocents. Our fortress became a home, a sanctuary of silence and love, as we rebuilt a new family from the ashes of the old world. We became protectors, finding purpose and happiness not in spoken words, but in the enduring strength of our bond.”
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