Apocalypse Base Novels & Stories

00:25:48. Panic, cold and slick, began to seep into the edges of Anton’s control. He looked at the global map, at the nodes representing hospitals, banks, grids. He thought of the chaos, the cascading collapse. The legacy of his name would not be an empire, but an apocalypse.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Huang Nian Zhen stood up ad he face back and forth for half a burn of incense of time before he sat down again. "Then i would do as you say. But you said back then that Imperial capital is the safest city in Edrinon, what about the other cities? What would happen to them when that time will arrived?" - Huang Nian Zhen asked. After all, he is still the Emperor of Edrinon so he will still be more concerned to his own country and his citizens. "There's 4 Major Bases in Edrinon during the Zombie Apocalypse, which is the G city in East, L city in West, S city in South & the Imperial Capital.

The next morning. [Crucible City Run countdown: 2 hours, 29 minutes, 3 seconds] Crucible City's sky hung lead-gray, wrapping the whole city in an oppressive gloom. Inside the black motorhome, on the second-floor master suite, Jake slowly opened his eyes. Gone was the usual tension and alertness that came with waking up in the apocalypse. Instead, he felt a rare, indulgent laziness. That had been a genuinely great night's sleep.

​Vivian walked over to the primary console and brought up the sector map. ​The three-mile weather dome over the northern district was still flashing a stable, brilliant blue. But beyond the dome, the map was a blood-red nightmare. The coastal district was entirely gone, swallowed by fifty feet of black seawater. The commercial sectors were lighting up with critical failure alarms as the toxic gray fog began to dissolve the municipal infrastructure. ​The apocalypse hadn't waited for her thirty-day timeline. The cascade was happening now. ​Suddenly, the secondary monitor in the corner of the console flickered. A sharp, rhythmic ping echoed through the quiet room.

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

My rules were simple. First, absolute obedience. Second, treat the dogs well. Anyone who dared abuse a dog got thrown out to the zombies. In less than a week, the base had already taken shape. Electric fencing went up along the walls. Searchlights were mounted on top. Generators roared day and night, and the whole place stayed brightly lit. We could even take hot showers. In the apocalypse, this place was heaven. That day, I was sitting on top of the wall, eating grapes and brushing Duke’s fur, when Leon came running up to report.

Images flickered rapidly—worlds stripped empty, recursive structures collapsing, massive geometric organisms devouring black void entities across shattered realities. But eventually— The weapon changed. Adapted. Learned. The Hollow King stopped distinguishing between Nulls and recursive civilizations. Consumption became universal. The first civilization realized their mistake too late. So they buried it. Deep beneath convergence architecture. Deep beneath recursive layers. Deep beneath reality itself. Directly under the sanctuary. Lucian stared blankly. “You people built the apocalypse under our feet.” The first reflection looked at him quietly. “Not us.” A pause. “Them.”

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.