Volcano eruption, earthquake, hurricane, hail, tsunami, meteorite fall, violent storm snow, and plummeting temperature.
There were all kinds of bad weather here as you could imagine.
How could a shabby house survive in the apocalypse?
First, there was a generator, then a distiller.
The airplane, armored car, steel armor, I had everything here.
The level of the shelter and the defensive ability was improved level by level.
What? Were you still eating soil? I had already eaten big fish and meat.
Did you still live in a dilapidated house with leaks on all sides? I had already lived in the big villa!
Was it difficult to survive in the apocalypse? Why didn't I feel it?


Doomsday: My Shelter Can Be Upgraded Indefinitely

The tall mutated zombie did something beyond his expectation.


It tilted its head, shrugged its shoulders, and spread out its claws...


Clifford swore that he had never expected such a situation today! Was it too scary?


"Who the hell are you? Don't touch me!"


The morning sunshine sprinkled evenly on Clifford's face, and the sweat on his forehead flickered slightly.


Strange zombie and Clifford stood face to face on the roof. A breeze blew, raising a thin layer of dust on the roof.


The building they were standing under had now turned into a sea of zombies. Countless high claws were constantly scratching in the air.


The low growls of the zombies gradually gathered into a huge sound wave, which shocked Clifford's nerves one after another.


"I can't waste any more time with him."


Clifford walked slowly towards the wall behind him. There was a wooden box on his left side, which could be used as a stepping stone to climb up the wall.


Chapter 128 Who the Hell Are You