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

Last night, Michael used the dagger to cut his arm and mutated.


Cobo didn't remember how he entered the ward. When he came to his senses, he stood in front of Michael's bed.


This bastard tied himself very firmly, with several fixed belts on his body. At this time, he was twisting his body and roaring at Cobo.


He stared at Michael blankly, two lines of tears streaming down his cheeks.


"Michael, are you kidding me? How can I explain it to Daniel? How can I explain it to your wife?" He pressed his hand on Michael's arm.


Jedson stood silently beside him and looked at Michael with a complicated expression.


"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't arrange a good man to take good care of Michael." Jedson's voice was hoarse and stuffy.


"It's useless for you to keep an eye on him. He must have made a plan yesterday! That's why he said he agreed so quickly!" Cobo raised his hand to wipe his tears and took a deep breath.


Chapter 217 Why Do You Do This