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

Hearing this, several women began to climb along the rope to the opposite balcony. Their movements were very agile. The previous one was just dragged to the balcony by the bar, and the next one began to climb.


Under the balcony, zombies also found the survivors hanging in the air. They all began to roar, raising their dry and ugly arms high and scratching.


The music in the next room suddenly stopped. Bazel's heart jolted. Regardless of anything else, he pushed the young man who threw the rope dart and said, "Let them speed up. I'll find a way to block them."


"Dad!" The young man looked at Bazel in disbelief.


"Come on! Hurry up!" Bazel rushed back to their room without looking back. He pulled open the curtain, raised the fire axe in his hand, and broke the glass.


The shattered glass fragments shone colorful light in the sun, and Bazel's hope fell on the zombie below.


Zombie was irritated again and swarmed towards Bazel.


Chapter 168 Make the Final Contribution