Apocalypse Base Novels & Stories

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

“Fine. But I’m coming with you. All of us are coming with you.” Zephyr nodded. “We have a safe house in the southern mountains. It’s hidden, warded, and stocked with supplies. We can regroup there and plan our next move.” I looked at the three of them. The execution squad was coming. The Council was closing in. And the only path forward was the one that led into the unknown. “How do we get out without being seen?” I asked. Zephyr’s lips curled into a thin smile. “There is a tunnel beneath the catacombs. It leads to the old hunting grounds beyond the eastern forest. The King knows the path. He will guide us.”

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

I look at it longer than I should. I pull into the apartment complex off Van Dyke at 7:22 PM. Brick box. Sixties construction, zero renovations. The lobby breathes boiled cabbage and wet dogs. The elevator emits a mechanical death rattle. I take the stairs two at a time and let myself into 4C.

There was a Level Zero Xenobeast attack. Military cooperation between Base 390 and Base 432 has been established. "We are ready to face the worst apocalypse." Professor from Base 532 discovers a new nuclear-forming substance from the portal. Base 721 is accused of conducting illegal experiments that cause the appearance of more dangerous Xenobeasts. Beware of the Apocalypse! Here’s How to Survive in the Wild. Judge of Base 177 Commits Mass Shooting: Pretext - Xenobeast Infection. Base 221 and Base 641 condemn Base 177's judge as worse as Hitler.

Tinkerbell dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly answered, "There used to be an abundance of zombies in Zombies' Territory but right now, they all are now attacking Southwest ThirtyTwo Base City, and soon, they will be attacking ours." Lucas lost interest after listening to it and thought all of these were meaningless. "Your base city is…" "Our base city is the largest base city amongst the thirty-two base cities, named Nutty Thunder Base City." Lucas was thinking that instead of searching out for zombies, he might as well wait for zombies to gather. Only with that, things would be more interesting. "You guys snuggle in the group," Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion. Then, the Apocal

He did what had to be done. After clearing the two surface floors, he followed Vincent's earlier directions and found the basement entrance. He went down. Unlike the upper levels, the two underground floors existed solely for survival after the apocalypse. The first basement level resembled the interior of a spaceship. Eight independent rooms lined the area, each sealed by a heavy alloy door. None of them had keyholes. Cyrus assumed they relied on keycards, retinal scans, or similar systems. He spent a long time testing them, but every attempt failed.

"Their base wouldn't survive if it's full of useless people. It's hard to admit but Agila is capable enough for them to survive this long into the apocalypse. How many bases of the government had fallen? Countless, but Agila remains a force on its own." Everyone turned silent. Even though it was hard to admit, Gracea's words had some truth in them. The apocalypse was harsh, sparing no one on its way. Millions of people got infected, and every country's government tried its bests to save their people. Creating a safe haven for them, and providing rapport. Among the early bases founded, Agila was a force to be reckoned with. They do not like how the government made their rules, and the rules t