Kicked out to die in the apocalypse? This base was built by me
238 Views · Ongoing · August
The year the gas swallowed the world, I helped design and build Dome City with my own hands, keeping the last survivors alive.
I thought I was protecting hope.
Then I stumbled onto the Council’s secret: the poison outside is fading—but they chose to hide it. Worse, they plan to manufacture and release more gas, locking everyone inside forever, under their rule.
Before I could expose the truth, the person I trusted most struck me from behind.
My girlfriend—Vera Walker.
She took my evidence, stripped my access, and traded me for a higher rank.
When I woke up, I was outside the Dome in toxic fog—my identity erased, my lungs burning, my vision slipping.
They dumped me like trash, certain I wouldn’t last the night.
They forgot one thing.
Dome City is my blueprint, my welds, my pipes—my work.
And I’m back.
I thought I was protecting hope.
Then I stumbled onto the Council’s secret: the poison outside is fading—but they chose to hide it. Worse, they plan to manufacture and release more gas, locking everyone inside forever, under their rule.
Before I could expose the truth, the person I trusted most struck me from behind.
My girlfriend—Vera Walker.
She took my evidence, stripped my access, and traded me for a higher rank.
When I woke up, I was outside the Dome in toxic fog—my identity erased, my lungs burning, my vision slipping.
They dumped me like trash, certain I wouldn’t last the night.
They forgot one thing.
Dome City is my blueprint, my welds, my pipes—my work.
And I’m back.








































