Novel & Cerita After The Apocalypse

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

"There's good news and bad news. Helen didn't take the death of Mr. and Mrs. Carlton very well. She vanished on the same night. She hasn't resurfaced in almost six months. I think she has left Aldenvine. The Toxic Hive bases in Aldenvine have also been moved. "Ms. Miller … left with the others. The Black Ravens have yet to be seen. I'm not sure if the mission has been canceled or if they're just hiding." All leads had gone cold. Following the departure of Toxic Hive, a lot of the events from the past became shrouded in mystery, and the truth was also concealed. "The good news is that our research team has already finished the tests for the M-1 drug you brought back. We're able to formulate i

"Food's gonna get cold." The apartment stayed warm from the heat, and everyone ate happily around the table. After dinner, Jeremy volunteered to do the dishes. Hughie and Beatrice laid out some sodas, beers, and snacks. Nicole thought things still felt a little too quiet, so she had the dog carry over the tablet. Before the apocalypse, she had downloaded a ton of movies, TV dramas, and variety shows from different streaming sites to pass the time. Too bad life stayed nonstop after the disaster. Between scavenging for supplies, studying, and farming, she barely had time to watch anything.

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

Sophia's POV It has been two days since the accident. Two days since Marcus took care of me. It shouldn't have meant anything, but he had stayed away from work, just to be sure I was fine. When I was five, I had fallen off a trampoline, my mother had barely made a fuss. In fact, she didn't even look like she cared that I had fallen, she was busy on her phone, laughing with her friends.

… Elena pov… As I approached the isolated camp, I was immediately struck by the overwhelming sense of sadness and desperation that filled the air. The once bustling and lively area had been reduced to a ghost town, with only a few people milling about, all of them dressed in protective gear and looking somber. I walked down the main road, taking in the sights and sounds of the camp. Everywhere I looked, I saw makeshift tents and shacks set up to house those who had been infected with the plague.

I couldn’t see the reasons for his change in behavior, but I didn’t feel unsafe, so I didn’t question it too much for the time being. Our ride into the nearest city was uneventful, and we reached it as the last of the light was draining from above. I’d yet to see the sun, but the sky still brightened to a gunmetal gray, the brilliant beams of energy being trapped in the ash filled clouds. To date, I had experienced aspects of the fallout from the bombs through the weather, and I’d already seen variations in what I’d known of the climate preceding the apocalypse.