Apocalypse Bus Novels & Stories

A final, grand feast to mark the completion of our preparations, to reassure Lucien's men that their families were safe, and to celebrate the fact that we were ready for whatever came next. ​Down below, Daniel was helping direct the family escorts, looking completely composed despite the wild night we’d shared, while Lucien stood near the perimeter wall, his massive frame radiating an absolute, unyielding presence that put everyone at ease. ​The sky above was already beginning to darken with the heavy, strange atmospheric pressure that signaled the end of the old world and I looked at the timer ticking down in my system interface. ​The apocalypse was officially coming tomorrow—and we were co

The scratchy feeling had gotten worse. Before I could get a word out, Maeve let out a strangled gasp. Her body went rigid and she collapsed onto the bakery floor. "Maeve!" Archer caught her before her head hit the tiles, lowering her down carefully. "Someone call the healer!" Mom dropped to her knees beside Maeve. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Talk to me!" Maeve's eyes rolled back and her entire body began to convulse. Her limbs jerked violently as foam appeared at the corners of her mouth.

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."

The sun was still trying to rise, its light weak and dull behind a wall of clouds. Looking left and right, the road seemed empty and I honestly didn't know which way to go, left or right. I was about to play rock paper scissors or something to decide when I heard something that made me jump up in excitement. An engine. Maybe the universe did want me to escape this hellhole. I turned left to see a faded yellow bus rumbling toward me. The thing looked old and rusty like it had survived the apocalypse and decided to keep going out of spite. I didn’t care. Transportation was transportation.

“He’s been… busy.” Alex pushes to her feet and steps closer to the doorway. The bus barely resembles what it was a few days ago. Rows of hard plastic seats are gone, replaced with padded benches spaced wider apart. Storage compartments line the sides. Someone has rigged soft lighting overhead. Curtains—actual curtains—hang in rough tracks along the windows. “It’s like a Greyhound,” Maz mutters behind her. “If Greyhound expected people to bleed.” Hour stands near the open engine compartment, sleeves rolled up, grease smudged across his forearms. He looks up when Alex approaches, hesitates, then nods.

I chose to wear a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to my legs, paired with a plunging V-neck shirt that put my snowy-white cleavage on full display. The outfit hugged my figure in an extremely sultry way. I knew Uncle Mike would be impressed enough to set me up with the best role at his club. … I hopped on the high-speed rail and headed for Merrihaven. Once I arrived, I decided to take the bus to save on cab fare. The bus was crammed with middle-aged men whose eyes lit up the moment I boarded. The blatant lust in their stares actually got me excited. The bus was so packed that some men took advantage of the crowd to grope me—some even sneaked a squeeze of my backside.

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.

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

A loud, metallic bang echoed from the engine, followed by the terrifying screech of tires and the smell of burning rubber as the bus began to fishtail. "Anya!" Kai’s voice screamed from the back, sounding raw and panicked. The world tilted as the lights flickered and died, and as the bus veered off the road toward the steep embankment, my last thought wasn't about the money. It was about the fact that I was trapped in a metal box with the one man I was destined to destroy, and we were about to hit the ground together.

“Oh well. Hey, you got whatever stuff you need? Because Miles is one hundred percent not kidding about being on the bus at 3:05.” “Oh crap,” I whispered, and ran out of the penthouse as fast as I could. I made it out to the bus with five minutes to spare. It was waiting outside the main circular drive in front of the hotel. The exterior was black, with ‘BIGGER’ in huge white letters on the side – plus a graphic of the .44 Magnum Smith and Wesson from their first album, only now it was about twenty feet long. Subtle.