Apocalypse Regression: Starting Off By Hoarding Everything!

Interlude: Claire

The neighborhood was quiet that morning, a stillness hanging in the air that seemed almost unnatural. Claire's house, situated on a wide, tree-lined street in one of the most affluent parts of California, was as empty as always. The silence was something she had grown used to over the years, with her parents off traveling the world, managing their various business ventures. It was their way—leave Claire with enough money to want for nothing, but without any actual presence in her life.

She had long since given up caring. She had the house, she had her freedom, and she had a mind that kept her sharper than most of the people in this pristine, sanitized neighborhood. A mind that was always restless, always searching for something to focus on.

And right now, that something was her new neighbor.

It had started innocently enough—Claire had been jogging down the street, her usual morning routine, when she’d spotted the moving truck parked in front of the mansion at the end of the block. It was the kind of mansion that people only dreamed of, massive and opulent, with perfectly manicured lawns and a fence that looked more decorative than functional.

She hadn’t thought much of it at first—new neighbors came and went, though not often. This was an exclusive area, after all. But then she’d seen him.

He’d been standing by the moving truck, his back turned as he spoke to one of the movers. Claire had slowed her pace, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his form—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair catching the sunlight. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but something about the way he carried himself had caught her attention. It wasn’t until he turned around that she’d felt her breath catch in her throat.

He was beautiful. Not in the conventional way that most men were, but in a way that seemed almost ethereal. His features were sharp, his eyes an adorable baby blue that seemed to look right through you. There was a softness to his face that made him look almost androgynous, but at the same time, there was a hardness in his expression that made it clear he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

Claire had found herself staring, her jog forgotten as she watched him for a moment longer than was probably appropriate. She had forced herself to look away, to keep moving, but her thoughts had lingered on him for the rest of the day.

And then she’d seen the construction begin.

The trucks had started arriving the next morning, the sound of machinery breaking the usual calm of the neighborhood. Claire had watched from her window as workers unloaded materials, setting up equipment, marking off sections of the property for digging.

She was curious by nature, always had been. She’d been the kind of child who took things apart just to see how they worked, the kind of student who questioned everything the teacher said. And now, as an adult, that curiosity hadn’t diminished. It had only grown stronger, especially when something didn’t make sense.

And this new neighbor of hers—Daniel—didn’t make sense.

He was building something, that much was obvious. Something big, something that required digging deep into the earth, reinforcing walls, and putting up barriers. It looked like a bunker—a safe house, almost as if he was preparing for a nuclear war.

The thought had made her laugh at first. It was absurd. They were living in one of the safest neighborhoods in the country, and this guy was acting like the end of the world was coming. But the more she watched, the more she realized that he wasn’t joking. He was serious—deadly serious.

And that was when her curiosity had turned into something else. She wanted to know more about him. She wanted to understand why he was doing this, what he knew that she didn’t. There was something about him—something that drew her in, made her want to dig deeper, to find out what made him tick.

The first time she approached him, it had been under the guise of friendliness. She’d walked over to his property, her heart pounding in her chest, and introduced herself. She wasn’t usually nervous around people—in fact, she prided herself on her confidence, her ability to read people, to get what she wanted. But there was something about Daniel that made her uneasy. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made her feel like she was stepping into uncharted territory.

He had been polite, but distant. His smile had been forced, his eyes cold, as if he was looking right through her. Claire had found herself intrigued, even more so than before. He was hiding something, that much was clear. And she was determined to find out what it was.

Over the next few days, she made a point to be around whenever the construction crews were there. She’d come by with an excuse—a pie she’d baked, a question about the neighborhood, a casual wave from across the street. Each time, she’d try to engage him in conversation, to get him to open up, even just a little.

But Daniel was like a locked door—no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t let her in. He was guarded, his answers always vague, his expression always carefully controlled. And that only made her want to know more. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something deeper, something almost primal. She wanted to understand him, to know what was going on behind those cold green eyes.

She found herself thinking about him more often than she cared to admit. She’d lie in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting back to the way he looked at her, the way his eyes seemed to pierce right through her. There was something dangerous about him, something that made her heart race in a way that she couldn’t quite explain.

And then there was the way he looked—God, the way he looked. He was beautiful in a way that made her stomach twist, made her chest tighten with a strange, almost possessive desire. She wanted him. She wanted to get closer to him, to break through that icy exterior and see what was underneath. She wanted to know him in every way possible.

It was crazy. She knew it was crazy. She barely knew him—he was just a guy who had moved in down the street, a guy who was clearly hiding something. But the more she thought about it, the less she cared. There was something about him that drew her in, something that made her want to have him all to herself. She wanted to monopolize him, to make sure that no one else got close to him.

She had never felt this way before. She was used to being in control, used to getting what she wanted without much effort. But Daniel was different. He was a challenge, and that made her want him even more.

The more she spoke to him, the more she felt the pull. There was something almost magnetic about him, something that made her want to be near him, even when he was being cold and distant. She could tell that he didn’t trust her—didn’t trust anyone, really. But that only made her more determined to prove herself to him, to show him that she was worth trusting.

She wanted to be the one he relied on, the one he turned to when things got tough. She wanted to be the one who broke through that cold, emotionless exterior and found whatever it was that lay beneath. She didn’t know why she felt this way, why she was so drawn to him, but she didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make him hers.