The Apocalypse Architect: Designing His Demise

ther turned our already fortified co

e designed himself. A massive array of solar panels connected to a bank of high-capacity batteries ensur

we went

xorbitant amounts in cash for their speed

edders, repurposed from a scrap metal yard. Anything that c

foot-high solar-pow

f camouflaged pitfall traps

way glass. From the inside, we could see out per

ound-dampening panels, turning our home into a vir

issance and a cache of silent weapons: high-powered cro

ight, my father and I would use his flatbed truck to move the supplies to the compou

ew. He was an Army Ranger, currently deployed on a classified mi

rgent messages. "Andrew, it's Gabrielle. There's a famil

the only way to get him he

efore "The Great Sil

ur messages. Is Dad okay?" His vo

I insisted. "Take the first flight you c

eave, Gabby. I'

begging you. If you don't come home now, you will regret

s heavy. He knew me. He knew I wouldn't say

inally. "I'll be

o overwhelming I

tarted calling me. I ignored the first fe

me people came to the apartment and sa

g me? They say I owe them hundreds of thousands of dollars

t a cold, satisfying smi

hew, I'm just