Ice Age Apocalypse: I Level Up by Causing Trouble

"Here's an idea, Uncle Garrett. Maybe you and Ronnie ought to wear those steady paychecks as hats. They're clearly thicker than your skulls and might keep off the wind.

"Or Uncle Garrett, why don't you try doing a few more squats? I recall you had a pretty good form doing those back when you were locked up."

The group chat went deathly silent.

A few seconds later, Garrett sent a voice clip that was nothing but a string of curses, though his voice grew noticeably weaker.

With a chime, the system's voice echoed in my mind. "Uncle Garrett's family is raging helplessly in the freezing wind. Physical and mental trauma detected. +200 rage points!

"Congratulations, Flint. Rewards include 50 infinite-charge hand warmers and elite combat mastery."

A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind.

Perfect.

The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak.

People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw.

Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior design meant nothing against -112 degrees Fahrenheit.

With no food stockpiled, they probably had to gnaw on their expensive leather couch.

Driven mad by hunger, Ronnie kept arguing with Garrett until they nearly came to blows.

Finally, hunger won out over fear and pride, so Garrett led a small group of neighbors he'd rallied and showed up at the front of the grocery store.

Heavy pounding shook the door as the neighbors banged on it.

"Open up, Milton! It's me, Garrett!" Garrett's voice was hoarse and desperate.

"The power's out at our place, the heating's gone, and even the windows are freezing and cracking! Let us warm up! We're all starving out here!

"We're family, Milton. You can't just stand by and let us die!"

When Mom and Dad heard the voices, they instinctively moved to open the door, but I stopped them. "Check the camera, Dad."

On the security screen, Garrett was clutching a crowbar, while the men behind him were armed with steel pipes. They weren't here to take shelter; they were here to loot.

More deafening bangs sounded when someone started hacking at the door with an ax.

Dad broke into a cold sweat from panic. "What do we do, Flint? There's a whole mob out there; if they actually break in…"

Mom was already in tears. "Should we just give them some food?"

I looked at Garrett's treacherous face on the screen and let out a cold laugh.

In my past life, he'd used this exact guilt-tripping trick to force my parents into opening the door and letting the wolves right into the fold. But unfortunately for him, I was not about to fall for the same trick.

I flipped the switch for the external loudspeaker by the door.

"Well, well, if it isn't Uncle Garrett, the man with the recession-proof paycheck!

"What happened? Did that steady paycheck of yours fail to put food on the table, so you came a long way just to beg for scraps at my doorstep?"

Behind the door, Garrett froze for a second, then snapped in anger. "Cut the sarcasm and open the door, Flint. I'm your uncle!"

"That's right! Don't be so heartless, kid. Share the food with everyone!"

As more voices joined, I smiled and paused before saying, "Relax, everyone. I'm fine if you want food, but Uncle Garrett, we play by my rules now that we're in the middle of an apocalypse."

"What rules?" Garrett barked.

"Give me five million dollars, or you can start calling me 'boss.'"

A few of the neighbors behind him couldn't help but let out a series of snorts and muffled laughs.

Garrett's face turned dark red, and his body was shaking with rage.

That was when they heard the faint, guttural moans of zombies in the distance. Their shouting and commotion had drawn the zombies in.

Fighting zombies in the open was a death sentence, so Garrett gritted his teeth and stared into the camera. Then, he forced the words out through clenched teeth.

"B-Boss!"