Apocalypse Supermarket: My Four Overpowered Husbands Wontstop Hoarding

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Voices in the dark

Luna’s words had been echoing in all of their heads ever since she’d spoken them.

The possibility that the government and authorities might have had a hand in the massive death of civilians. That the collapse wasn’t natural. That everything that had happened—the disasters, the chaos, the breakdown of society—had been orchestrated.

Ethan stood alone at the far end of the hallway, his shoulder pressed against the cool glass of the window. He had drifted away from the sitting room, needing space, needing silence. His reflection stared back at him in the dark glass—hollow-eyed and worn.

He thought about what Luna had said.

And the more he thought about it, the more it made a terrible kind of sense.

The government was saying they would come. They would send transport vessels. They would evacuate everyone to New Haven.

But would they actually do it?

Come right here? To this place that was filled with dangerous creatures and scattered bones? To the abominations that had spread wide across the land?

Ethan let out a bitter laugh, the sound swallowed by the empty hallway.

This was a complete joke.

Who exactly were they saving? The bones that littered the streets? The cannibals who had turned on their own kind? The survivors who had been left to rot in safe zones that were never truly safe?

He thought of his sister again. Thought of how the authorities had been nowhere when the cannibals came. Thought of how no one had protected her. No one had saved her.

And now they were offering protection?

Now they were pretending everything was okay?

"I can’t stand the voice of all these people," Luna spat, her voice carrying from the sitting room. She had come to sit on one of the couches, her legs crossed, her expression bitter. "Pretending and trying to make all of this seem okay when it’s not. Also, aren’t these the same people that obviously didn’t protect the survivors in the safe zone? Leaving them right there to die? To rot? To death? Now they’re offering protection—probably trying to see if anyone is alive."

She shook her head, muttering bitterly under her breath. "All dummies."

Ethan heard her words from where he stood, and they resonated deep within him. She was right. She was absolutely right.

But Adrian wasn’t ready to give up hope so easily.

He stood near the center of the sitting room, his hands clasped together, his jaw tight. "Still," he said carefully, "isn’t it good that we leave here for the new planet? Before you attack me, just know that right now the world is getting to a greater devastation. You do know that as I am seeing things—the sun attacking us—we might be seeing a worst scenario of the Earth totally getting fried."

The room grew still.

Eyes turned on him.

Luna’s face remained unchanged, but something flickered in her eyes.

"So you want to be a pet for the government?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet. "Become their plaything? Look at the safe zone and what became of it when humanity all gathered together. This is what we are going to face if we come together again. And I am definitely not passing through that shit, so you’re on your own."

The finality in her tone was absolute. There was no room for argument. No room for negotiation.

Adrian opened his mouth, then closed it. He had nothing to say.

Luna continued, her voice cold. "You want to go out and die? You know what? Be my guest. I don’t fucking care. But if in your mind you think I am going to stand up and get slaughtered like a chicken, you thought wrong."

She held his gaze, unblinking.

Adrian looked away first.

Seeing their stunned expressions, Luna simply shrugged.

She reached into her bag and withdrew a packet of popcorn, tearing it open with her teeth. Then she leaned back on the couch, perfectly relaxed, as though she hadn’t just declared that she would rather die than trust the government.

She looked at the television, which remained dark and silent.

"Wonder how the station worked," she mused, throwing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "It’s always the news that are always the last to turn off. So boring."

She scoffed and slid her phone out of her pocket.

She wasn’t a movie type. She preferred novels. Stories that took her away from the nightmare she was living in. She scrolled through her downloaded books, searching for something that would capture her attention.

Rowan broke the silence.

"I’m not going anywhere," he said firmly. "Not planning to, Luna. And I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, so I support you in your decision."

Among everyone, he seemed to be the one that was slowly warming up the most to Luna. His loyalty was becoming more apparent with each passing moment.

His decision felt like it was meant to rile them up—to challenge their uncertainty with his certainty.

Luna wasn’t surprised.

Not even one bit.

It was as if she had expected this to occur. Expected him to be loyal to her. Expected him to not leave her side.

Luna herself was unpredictable, but even the blind could see that she was leaning towards Rowan the most. There was something between them—an unspoken understanding that no one else shared.

"At this point, know that leaving here for any reason to trust the government would be pure idiocy," Rowan said, his voice carrying across the room. "But do you."

It felt like a jab to some of them. A challenge to their hesitation.

Rowan fell into the couch closest to Luna, dipping his hands shamelessly into her popcorn before throwing a handful into his mouth and chewing noisily.

Kai rolled his eyes.

"I just hate all this," he muttered. "Why can’t things just be easy?"

The fact that in seventy-two hours, humans were moving away from the Earth was challenging to accept. And he was going to be stuck on a disaster of an Earth that was becoming more horror than reality.

He thought about the future. About what awaited them if they stayed.

But then he thought about the alternative. About trusting the government. About gathering at extraction points.

About becoming a sitting duck.

Neither option seemed good.

On the other hand, Ethan had moved to the kitchen.

Earlier, Luna had stocked up her home carefully. She had made sure that they wouldn’t have to use her space provisions if they didn’t have to. Everything was carefully put in the proper areas—the cupboards, the cabinets. Enough to last at least a month before they had to consider raiding the space again.

Now that was proving useful.

Ethan stood in the kitchen, surveying the supplies. Cans of vegetables. Bags of rice. Dried meat. Nothing fancy, but enough to keep them alive.

"I’m going with him to make something for us to eat," Rowan announced, rising from the couch. He glanced around the room. "Miles could help me. Isn’t that his name?"

Miles, who had been turning over a water can to a drum, blinked in confusion.

"Me?" he asked, pointing at himself.

Rowan nodded. He had freshened up and was in need of a nice breakfast or lunch—damn, he couldn’t even tell the time anymore. The days had blurred together into one endless stretch of survival.

"Yeah, you."

Miles set down the water can and headed toward the kitchen, following Rowan.

Kai joined them, rolling up his sleeves. If they were going to cook, he wanted to make sure it was edible. He had survived too long to die from food poisoning.

Luna watched them go, her expression neutral.

She was getting invested in one of her novels—an apocalypse story about a stupid female lead who had almost the same behavior as her. The female lead was funding her family, who clearly despised her, without her dumb head knowing about it.

But this useless female lead wasn’t even doing that right.

Her own situation was extreme. She was stupidly using her last savings to fund her husband’s education. And that wasn’t all—her children were highly neglected so she could focus on her husband.

Luna’s eyes narrowed as she read.

It irritated her.

Slamming her phone down to her lap, she grimaced.

"Nope. I am not doing this. I’m not going further with this."

She dropped the novel and looked around the room.

Her gaze drifted to the window. To the darkness beyond.

She thought about the space. About the supplies she had stored there. About the direction she was going to take.

She needed to check on it. To see if it was still intact. To see if she needed to stockpile more.

Fuck the evacuation by the government. It wasn’t going to derail anything.

And if they tried to force her will? If they tried to make her comply?

She would just hijack their stuff. Get them all into her space without any problems.

That was the advantage of having resources they didn’t know about.

From the kitchen, Kai’s voice drifted out.

"Are you certain you all know how to cook?" he asked, his tone skeptical. "Like something nice and not just some trash?"

He looked at the three people in the kitchen—Rowan, Miles, and Ethan. He knew Miles could cook, of course. But the other two? He couldn’t say.

Rowan shrugged. "I can boil water."

"That’s not cooking," Kai deadpanned.

"Come and find out," Ethan said, grabbing a pot. "All you have to do is taste."

Luna heard what was said and thought as much—the food would end up being a disaster.

But thank goodness she had spare food in her supermarket space.

She rose from the couch, pocketing her phone. She needed to check on the space anyway. Needed to make sure everything was in order.

As she passed the kitchen, she glanced inside.

The four of them were gathered around the counter, arguing about whether to use salt or pepper first.

Luna shook her head and kept walking.

Men and cooking is just waiting openly for a disaster to happen.