Two weeks passed, repeating the cycle: training, entering the war zone (which still had no new loorgs), working (at least for now to avoid the bank starting to give me problems, as banks can start giving you problems if they believe you won't pay a loan), and preparing the bunker for the upcoming invasion.
Today, with one week left, I decided to quit my job and focus on the invasion. The reason I quit today was that after setting up the bunker, and having already made the first payment to the bank to keep them off my back for a while, it was also the day my mom and sister were arriving.
So, I headed to the airport to meet them.
The airport buzzed with activity as I stood near the arrivals gate, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, knowing how crucial it was to get them to safety.
Finally, I spotted them. My mom, looking slightly tired but relieved, and my sister, dragging a suitcase behind her, both searching the sea of faces until their eyes met mine. We greeted and rushed toward each other, smiles breaking the tension.
"Mom! Sister! Over here!" I called out, returning their greeting.
They approached and I enveloped them in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," my mom said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's good to see you."
"Let's go, let's get out of here," I said, grabbing one of the suitcases. "We have a lot to talk about."
The journey to my apartment was filled with catching up, interspersed with heavy pauses as the gravity of the situation settled in. When we finally arrived, I helped them carry their bags upstairs. Opening the door to my apartment, I gestured for them to enter.
"Welcome home, at least for now," I said, trying to keep the mood light.
"Thank you," my sister replied, looking around. "It's nice. Cozy."
"Yeah, I've tried to make it as comfortable as possible," I replied, setting down the bags. "Let's sit down. There's a lot we need to discuss."
We gathered in the living room, the air heavy with unspoken worries. I took a deep breath and began explaining everything in detail: the invasion, the preparations, and the bunker plan.
"Are you sure we'll be safe?" my mom asked, her face marked with concern.
"I'm doing everything I can to make sure of that," I assured her. "The bunker is ready and stocked. We'll be okay."
My sister nodded, determined. "We'll get through this together."
"Yes, we will," I agreed, feeling a surge of confidence. "Now, let's rest up a bit and get ready for what's coming."
After this, I decided to spend the rest of the day training.
The next day, I decided to show them a bit of the city before going to the bunker and showing it to them.
We got up early, taking advantage of the cool morning to walk around the city. The streets were lively, but there was an underlying tension in the air, as if people could sense that something big was coming.
"I want you to know some key places in case we need to move around here," I said as we walked. "This is the nearest supermarket. And over there is the hospital."
My mom took everything in, absorbing the information. "I hope we don't have to use them much."
"Me too," I said, knowing it was important to be prepared.
After a while, we took a break at a small café. We sat down and ordered some drinks to take a breather.
"It's a nice city," my sister commented, looking around. "It's a shame we have to go through all this."
"I know," I replied, sipping my coffee. "But we'll adapt. And now, I want to take you to the bunker."
We took the car and headed towards the outskirts of the city. After about 30 minutes, we arrived at the place. From the outside, it looked like a simple entrance to an underground construction, but inside, it was our hope for safety.
"Welcome to our refuge," I said as I opened the heavy door and guided them down.
The interior was functional, with reinforced concrete walls and a simple but efficient layout. There were shelves stocked with canned food and supplies, a generator, and a sleeping area.
"Wow, you've done a great job here," my mom said, impressed.
"Thanks," I replied. "I wanted to make sure we had everything we needed."
I showed them every corner of the bunker, explaining how the electricity generator worked, where the medical supplies were, and how we would stay in communication.
"We're going to spend some time here," I said at the end of the tour. "But being together is the most important thing. And from here, I can go out and return if I need to face the lorgs."
"We're with you," my sister said, and my mom nodded.
"I know," I replied, feeling a renewed determination. "We're going to be fine."
We spent the rest of the day organizing our things and making sure everything was in place. With each task completed, I felt more prepared for what was coming. The invasion was near, but with my family safe, I knew I could face anything.
After this, I informed them that I would spend some time in the war zone, at least until I reached level 20, which could be quick or slow, but even if I didn't achieve it, I would return two days before the invasion.
"I want you to know that I'm going to be away for a while," I said, looking at my mom and sister. "I'm going to the war zone to train and level up. I need to be as strong as possible to protect us."
My mom frowned, clearly worried. "Is it really necessary? Can't you stay here and train?"
"I understand, Mom," I respond gently, "but the war zone is the only place to level up. Each level I gain increases our chances of surviving the invasion. I promise I'll be back two days before it all begins."
My sister, more understanding, places a hand on our mother's arm. "Let him go, Mom. You know he's doing this for us. He's always been the strongest."
"I know," my mom says with a sigh. "But I can't help worrying. I just want us all to be safe."
"And we will be," I assure her. "I'll make sure we're safe. Trust me."
There's a moment of emotion-filled silence. Then my sister breaks it. "Promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," I say, looking both of them in the eyes. "I'll be careful and come back on time. We'll reunite here and face this together."
We embrace, a long and comforting hug that strengthens our bond and determination.
"We love you," my mom says, tears in her eyes. "Don't forget that."
"And I love you both," I respond, feeling a surge of love and protection. "All of this is for you. We're going to get through this together."
After the talk, I spend a bit more time with them, enjoying their company before heading to the war zone. Each shared moment is a reminder of why I'm doing this and fills me with the strength I need to face what's coming.
Two weeks passed, repeating the cycle: training, entering the war zone (which still had no new loorgs), working (at least for now to avoid the bank starting to give me problems, as banks can start giving you problems if they believe you won't pay a loan), and preparing the bunker for the upcoming invasion.
Today, with one week left, I decided to quit my job and focus on the invasion. The reason I quit today was that after setting up the bunker, and having already made the first payment to the bank to keep them off my back for a while, it was also the day my mom and sister were arriving.
So, I headed to the airport to meet them.
The airport buzzed with activity as I stood near the arrivals gate, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, knowing how crucial it was to get them to safety.
Finally, I spotted them. My mom, looking slightly tired but relieved, and my sister, dragging a suitcase behind her, both searching the sea of faces until their eyes met mine. We greeted and rushed toward each other, smiles breaking the tension.
"Mom! Sister! Over here!" I called out, returning their greeting.
They approached and I enveloped them in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," my mom said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's good to see you."
"Let's go, let's get out of here," I said, grabbing one of the suitcases. "We have a lot to talk about."
The journey to my apartment was filled with catching up, interspersed with heavy pauses as the gravity of the situation settled in. When we finally arrived, I helped them carry their bags upstairs. Opening the door to my apartment, I gestured for them to enter.
"Welcome home, at least for now," I said, trying to keep the mood light.
"Thank you," my sister replied, looking around. "It's nice. Cozy."
"Yeah, I've tried to make it as comfortable as possible," I replied, setting down the bags. "Let's sit down. There's a lot we need to discuss."
We gathered in the living room, the air heavy with unspoken worries. I took a deep breath and began explaining everything in detail: the invasion, the preparations, and the bunker plan.
"Are you sure we'll be safe?" my mom asked, her face marked with concern.
"I'm doing everything I can to make sure of that," I assured her. "The bunker is ready and stocked. We'll be okay."
My sister nodded, determined. "We'll get through this together."
"Yes, we will," I agreed, feeling a surge of confidence. "Now, let's rest up a bit and get ready for what's coming."
After this, I decided to spend the rest of the day training.
The next day, I decided to show them a bit of the city before going to the bunker and showing it to them.
We got up early, taking advantage of the cool morning to walk around the city. The streets were lively, but there was an underlying tension in the air, as if people could sense that something big was coming.
"I want you to know some key places in case we need to move around here," I said as we walked. "This is the nearest supermarket. And over there is the hospital."
My mom took everything in, absorbing the information. "I hope we don't have to use them much."
"Me too," I said, knowing it was important to be prepared.
After a while, we took a break at a small café. We sat down and ordered some drinks to take a breather.
"It's a nice city," my sister commented, looking around. "It's a shame we have to go through all this."
"I know," I replied, sipping my coffee. "But we'll adapt. And now, I want to take you to the bunker."
We took the car and headed towards the outskirts of the city. After about 30 minutes, we arrived at the place. From the outside, it looked like a simple entrance to an underground construction, but inside, it was our hope for safety.
"Welcome to our refuge," I said as I opened the heavy door and guided them down.
The interior was functional, with reinforced concrete walls and a simple but efficient layout. There were shelves stocked with canned food and supplies, a generator, and a sleeping area.
"Wow, you've done a great job here," my mom said, impressed.
"Thanks," I replied. "I wanted to make sure we had everything we needed."
I showed them every corner of the bunker, explaining how the electricity generator worked, where the medical supplies were, and how we would stay in communication.
"We're going to spend some time here," I said at the end of the tour. "But being together is the most important thing. And from here, I can go out and return if I need to face the lorgs."
"We're with you," my sister said, and my mom nodded.
"I know," I replied, feeling a renewed determination. "We're going to be fine."
We spent the rest of the day organizing our things and making sure everything was in place. With each task completed, I felt more prepared for what was coming. The invasion was near, but with my family safe, I knew I could face anything.
After this, I informed them that I would spend some time in the war zone, at least until I reached level 20, which could be quick or slow, but even if I didn't achieve it, I would return two days before the invasion.
"I want you to know that I'm going to be away for a while," I said, looking at my mom and sister. "I'm going to the war zone to train and level up. I need to be as strong as possible to protect us."
My mom frowned, clearly worried. "Is it really necessary? Can't you stay here and train?"
"I understand, Mom," I respond gently, "but the war zone is the only place to level up. Each level I gain increases our chances of surviving the invasion. I promise I'll be back two days before it all begins."
My sister, more understanding, places a hand on our mother's arm. "Let him go, Mom. You know he's doing this for us. He's always been the strongest."
"I know," my mom says with a sigh. "But I can't help worrying. I just want us all to be safe."
"And we will be," I assure her. "I'll make sure we're safe. Trust me."
There's a moment of emotion-filled silence. Then my sister breaks it. "Promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise," I say, looking both of them in the eyes. "I'll be careful and come back on time. We'll reunite here and face this together."
We embrace, a long and comforting hug that strengthens our bond and determination.
"We love you," my mom says, tears in her eyes. "Don't forget that."
"And I love you both," I respond, feeling a surge of love and protection. "All of this is for you. We're going to get through this together."
After the talk, I spend a bit more time with them, enjoying their company before heading to the war zone. Each shared moment is a reminder of why I'm doing this and fills me with the strength I need to face what's coming.
