After The Apocalypse Mga Nobela at Kwento

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

“That we survived the end of everything?” “That we began it.” He blinked, and for the first time in a long while, he laughed — a full, startled sound that filled the clearing. “Of course you’d find poetry in the apocalypse.” “It’s not poetry,” she said softly. “It’s truth.” She rose to her feet, brushing dust from her palms. Around them, the land was healing itself — flowers pushing through ash, the scent of rain returning. The horizon shimmered with color. Kaelen joined her, standing close enough for their shoulders to touch. “So what now?”

She was born in a world where humans developed abilities after a cataclysmic incident known as the apocalypse. A wave of miasma fell over Earth and covered it with deadly miasma. Most of the population was killed, while the ones that remained were mutated, gaining super abilities. The animals of the world mutated as well, becoming rampaging beasts that filled the world with destruction, humanity was at peril… or well, it was, as such an event happened dozens of years in the past.

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

The message to Mr. Thorne sat in my 'sent' box, a glowing confirmation of the new, terrible path I was about to take. My stomach was a tangle of nerves and grim resolve. There was no going back now. Jasper's breathing was too shallow, Mom's cough too deep.

"They tried to kill me before," Maya reminded him. He let out a sigh. "I know, but it seems like they're ready to make amends," he replied. "Will they really try to make amends once they find out about the apocalypse?" She inquired as she stared at him. "Once they find out that our union will be the end of them and that the baby we're expecting is the main key that set this Apocalypse in motion, they will not hesitate to harm our child," she added.

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

We'll face the apocalypse together! Her voice was broadcast across all three bases. Everyone heard it. People looked up toward the speakers. Many of them had lived under oppression for years. Now, as they listened, the crowd began to cry. The sound spread through the streets like a wave. Three years into the apocalypse. At last, they had seen hope. If there was a light waiting beyond the sea of blood that was this world… It was Haylight League. Hayley took the surviving scientists from the three bases with her.

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.