Apocalypse Base Novels & Stories

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

I crouched in the back of the console, my coronary heart pounding because the override neared completion. Override Progress: 99%… 100%! The console powered down, and the server lighting flickered earlier than going dark. Vanessa’s voice got here, triumphant. “You did it! The India hub is offline, and Apex is dead!” The Collapse of The Council As we fought our manner lower back to the elevator, explosions erupted at some stage in the facility. The self-destruct series Vanessa had brought on became tearing the hub apart, making sure that not anything can be salvaged.

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

Not just acid rain; there would also be toxic fog, endless daylight, endless night, ancient viruses released from melting glaciers, tectonic collisions, and worse. Nicole's chest tightened. She hadn't expected each stage of the apocalypse to become harder than the last. Suddenly, it felt like her preparations were nowhere near enough. "It's okay," Zeph reassured her calmly. "We'll figure out ways to gather what we need." He had awakened later than she had, and retiring from service had taken time. Most of the supplies in his apartment had been purchased online beforehand. He had risked his life gathering more during the typhoon, but nobody could predict how long the disasters would continue.

The yard was a minefield of trenches, and the living room was packed to the ceiling with crates of cup noodles and survival crackers I'd hoarded online. There wasn't even room to walk. He stood before an expensive rug pinned beneath boxes of survival crackers, his expression darkening. "Phoebe, what is all this?" I rushed over, dragged him into the bedroom, and locked the door behind us with an air of absolute secrecy. "Honey, I need to tell you something huge. The apocalypse is coming." Gabriel stared at me, his eyes full of complex emotions. He reached out and felt my forehead, but I had no fever.

So, I had obediently listened to the radio broadcasts and didn’t leave my house, holing up for over half a year, just waiting for the official rescue. But you can’t have your cake and eat it too. By staying safely at home, I had missed the initial window of opportunity at the start of the apocalypse to collect Crystal Cores for advancement, becoming just another ordinary low-level Superpower User. After entering the Southen Base, I was all alone and didn’t dare join any privately organized teams. Countless ordinary Superpower Users who joined private squads ended up as sacrificial bait, used to attract mutated creatures and zombies during supply runs... I had worked hard to join the official

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave, there was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."