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The world is dying—storms rage, the ground cracks, and civilization is in ruins. Survival is uncertain, but Dr. James isn’t just another desperate survivor. He has a Technology System—one that grants him blueprints, tools, and knowledge far beyond human understanding.

Stranded on an island, he builds in secret while the world tears itself apart. Rival survivors fight for power, governments scramble for control, but James?

He’s preparing for something they’d never expect.

Because survival isn’t his true goal.

And when the time comes, the world will realize too late—he was never meant to stay.

Doomday Engineer

The cold bit deep today, sharper than usual. I stood outside the facility, watching the horizon as the wind picked up, swirling snow into chaotic gusts. The sky had a dull, unnatural grayness to it—an omen of something worse.

Warning: Severe Winter Storm Approaching.

Estimated Time Until Impact: 72 Hours.

Task Assigned: Fortify the facility before the storm hits.

Reward: Emergency Power Grid Upgrade.

I kept my expression neutral, my breath slow, even as my mind raced.

I turned back toward the facility, my boots crunching against the frost-hardened ground. Inside, people moved about, working on repairs, sorting supplies. Daniel sat near a heater, flexing his injured leg, while a new addition to our group, a tall man with a military posture, adjusted a rifle.

Former Army officer. He had joined us just a few days ago after his group collapsed. Unlike the others, he didn't just follow my lead—he questioned it. And right now, I needed that.

I approached him. "Ray, we've got a problem."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "I figured. You've been staring at the sky like it owes you something."

I ignored the jab. "Storm's coming. A bad one."

Ray exhaled through his nose. "How bad?"

I thought for a second. "Bad enough that if we don't prepare, we're dead."

That got his attention. He set the rifle down. "Alright. What's the plan?"

I glanced at the others. "We need to reinforce everything—walls, heating, food storage. We have three days."

Ray folded his arms. "And you just know this? A gut feeling?"

A flicker of doubt crossed his face, but he nodded. "Fine. But if we're committing resources, I want the group to have a say."

Here it was. The thing about Ray—he believed in structure. In collective decision-making.

I let out a slow breath. "We don't have time to debate. This isn't a vote—it's a necessity."

He studied me for a long moment before nodding once. "Then let's get to work."

I clenched my jaw. Three days to prepare. Three days before the storm decided who survived.

What would you do in this situation?

Do you think Ray's approach—getting group input—is smarter? Or is James right to take control?

Chapter 27: Storm on the Horizon