After nearly an hour of checking the rooms one by one, Natalie finally came across the armory she had been searching for. The instant she phased through the wall, her eyes brightened. Right in front of her stood the firearm vault. Every weapon was sealed inside massive safes that needed both fingerprint and facial scans. But the building had no power and the network was dead, so the locks were useless. Even if they worked, her fingerprint would never open them. She solved the problem with ease. She stored the safes inside her storage space, and once they were inside, she could control what came back out. She pulled the safes out again, leaving the guns free and ready to use. Dozens of pistols and rifles were now hers, and she didn't even have to do much work for it. Natalie slipped deeper into the mansion to test them. To her relief, every weapon fired cleanly even after being soaked by the flood. Their quality lived up to the hype. She admired the assault rifle in her hands, letting her fingers trace along its polished steel frame. Her MAC-10 worked fine for close-range fights and had fast bullet-spraying, but it lacked accuracy. The assault rifle, however, was designed for range, with better precision and deeper impact. It was far more reliable. Then she stepped out of her storage space. Now I can swap between pistols, rifles, and submachine guns whenever I need. My survival odds just went way up. Inside the storage space, she carved out a corner just for weapons and organized everything neatly. That was when she spotted a black case stamped with strange letters and numbers she didn't recognize. "What is this?" she whispered. She opened the case, and her eyes widened.A sniper rifle. Her mouth curved into a grin. Good stuff. With this, she could eliminate a target without ever showing her face. And she could do it from hundreds of yards away. The box also carried an 8x scope and several attachments. She held the rifle with care, admiring every detail before putting it back inside the case and tucking it safely away. Once the vault was stripped bare, she moved on to the ammo warehouse. The ammunition was stored apart from the weapons, at least in her country. The shelves were stacked high with tens of thousands of rounds. She absorbed the entire stock into her dimension. Next came the gear room. Bulletproof vests, stab-proof suits, riot helmets, shields, batons, cuffs, even tear gas sprayers and life detectors.She collected everything, her grin growing wider with every addition. But unease followed close behind. The flood had faded more than a week ago, so why had no one touched any of this? Civilians had no access, but the authorities should have cleared it long ago. She knew the storm had hit them hard, but their silence felt unnatural. This was not their usual pattern. In her past life, it had been the same story. A year had passed before the government even announced the start of base construction. What exactly are the people in charge doing right now? Whatever the reason, it worked to her advantage. Natalie walked out, climbed into her Ford Transit, and drove off without looking back. As the road stretched ahead, one thought circled her mind. If the police station held this much, the military must have far more.Their supplies would not only be ten times larger, but they would also include explosives and advanced weapons. Her decision came quickly. On the edge of Northlorn lay a military district, remote and nearly empty. She pushed her van toward it with no hesitation. About an hour later, she reached the gates. Before the collapse, no civilian would have dared to stand here. Natalie parked her car, studied the grounds, and waited. The place was dead quiet. There were no guards or voices. There was only silence. She slipped inside with care. The base stretched wide—barracks, mess halls, training yards—all carrying faint traces of order and discipline like ghosts of the past. Using Blink and walking through walls, she swept through quickly until she found the armory.But the racks she imagined—lined with rifles, machine guns, grenades, mines—were empty. Her chest tightened, but she wasn't shocked. She had already noticed the signs while scouting earlier. Food, supplies, gear—everything was gone. They were not stolen, but cleared in a precise evacuation. That meant the military had not fallen apart. They had taken what mattered most and carried it with them. Natalie knew one truth. After the end of the world, whatever government rose again would not be the same. With communication broken and order shattered, no one would be able to link the regions together the way it used to be.