Adventure Time Is Post Apocalyptic Novels & Stories

she called, her voice still a little raspy. "It's me, Mom," I said, forcing a cheerful tone I didn't feel. I quickly hid my backpack and the heavy secret inside. The contrast between Caden's world and my small, safe apartment was jarring. Here, everything was simple, fragile. There, everything was grand, dangerous. Jasper, who had been drawing on the living room floor, looked up and grinned. "Maeve! Look! I made a superhero!" He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

Lucas and Natasha—the two people who had betrayed her, shattered her trust, and destroyed her life in the other timeline—were dead. Her first instinct was disbelief. It felt surreal, almost as if it were some twisted dream she would wake up from at any moment. But as she scrolled through the article, detailing how they had been found in Lucas’s apartment, with signs of a violent altercation leading to both their deaths, it began to sink in.

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

"And I you sweetheart, don't worry everything will work out, and when it's time we'll go far away from DarkVille, and start from zero for eternity with our daughter, we'll travel the world and you'll have a cell phone with internet." Sarah smiled at him, amidst her clipped voice. "I can't deny you that this has been a complete time travel, because I was living in a different time and a different world, out there the city is so full of lights, there are TVs, cinemas, big screens, modern cars, and an infinity of things, that is inexplicable, now war, warriors, wolves, vampires, this is crazy." "I know honey, it's just that DarkVille is very rooted to the old ways and the humans that live here

The array below them glowed in white and red light as they looked up with their white eyes, chanting spells in the ancient language. The array glowed immensely as the white and red light fused together making cracks in the ground coming towards them. Amy, Bianca and Kat instinctively moved aside and saw the crack creating an array in the clearing a few meters away from them. They watched in horror as the array broke and the trees surrounding the area grew black and lifeless and the ground burnt into nothingness as the unworldly creatures crawled out from the depth of darkness. Kat shook her head in disbelief as she ran towards the clones and tried pushing them away, only to have the three of

It felt like a hammer had come down on my skull. The three years we thought we'd spent surviving the end of the world — what had they actually been, to whoever was watching? A stream of data. Entertainment. A show. I climbed down, my foot missing a rung. My knee cracked against the floor. I didn't feel a thing. Jake stood beside me, his face gray-blue in the ultraviolet light, his lips trembling. "What do we do?" "That door." I stared at the concrete wall at the end of the hallway. "It's been sealed for three years."

Wind carved through ruins like a blade, howling through collapsed towers and hollowed streets, carrying with it the whispers of a dead age. Deep beneath that wasteland, hidden under layers of ice and reinforced steel, Adrian stood before a glowing digital holomap. Eighteen hours. That was how long he spent each day here. Eighteen hours staring into the skeletal remains of the human world, not as it was but as it would soon become Gone.

The "Severance-Package" left by the retreating Creditor was a "Chronological-Borehole." As the "Geometric-Prism" collapsed into a single point of infinite density, Avery Vane-Thorne was pulled into the "End-of-Time-Standard"—a state of being where the 150,000-word history was no longer a sequence, but a "Solid-Block" of data. There, she did not find a monster or a machine, but a version of herself that had lived ten thousand years beyond the "Violet-Winter."