Apocalypse Fiction 소설 & 이야기

A soft blue light scanned his retina immediately. Access granted. The enormous doors slid open silently. Natasha slowly walked inside, and stopped again. The interior was even more unbelievable. Scientists moved between glowing workstations while holographic systems projected data across transparent screens. Advanced medical equipment lined entire sections of the facility. Pharmacists worked carefully behind sealed laboratory glass while researchers analyzed biological samples inside secured chambers. Natasha turned slowly, stunned beyond words. “This place survived the apocalypse?” she asked quietly. Aaron walked beside her calmly. “No.” His eyes moved across the facility proudly. “We built

Unlike now, UVirus is still unknown, and then we couldn't grasp the situation anymore because its effect wasn't just death, but a zombie apocalypse. In this year, the zombie apocalypse was just fiction, something that is used for Sci-Fi books and movies to add spice to the plot, catch a reader or watcher's attention, and is used for entertaining, so no one expected it as the effect of the UVirus. But then now here it is. We are just lucky because we are here in the facility, safe and sound, while the people outside are suffering, struggling to survive, and run for their lives both from the UVirus and zombies.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

He takes me into his arms, “Shhh it’s alright. Wanting to see the best in people is not a bad quality Noelle. It just means the world we live in now is wrong in so many ways. Besides, the fight is far from over yet.” He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead, and we go stand at the wall to look at what is going to happen. The darkness slowly clears, and we can see Hades opening up some kind of por-tal. I am assuming he could only open this portal with my powers. As the portal grows big-ger the grounds start to shake. 4 men on horses slowly appear through the portal and I know immediately it is pestilence, war, famine, and death. Hades has brought the apocalypse by opening a portal to the deepes

The apocalypse did happen. But it wasn't the end of the world. It was the start of a tyrant world ruled by a superior race—the bloodsucking kind. I had been running away from this nightmare-come-true for four years. Our family hid underground from the global chaos that went around the continents. The global domination was led by the newcomers. In fact, the newcomers were not new but rather ancient. We remembered learning in school that Homo sapiens were not the only species to walk the earth, and we were right.

Vincent's single sentence yanked Cyrus' memory back more than a decade. In the 2030s, sci-fi films exploded worldwide, with apocalypse stories leading the surge. Many traced the trend back to a 2012 movie that seemed to open the floodgates. For several years, end-of-the-world blockbusters dominated the box office, and the cultural fallout proved real. Some people actually began building bunkers, including top-tier billionaires. At the time, most treated it as a joke. Few genuinely believed the end was coming. One story stood out to Cyrus, though, a tale that originated in Cretora.

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground. I think about what I can do to stop the destruction around me, but all I can do is repeat the apocalyptic prophecies that we’ve read. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjugation, and destruction.

And tucked against my chest, warm and steady, my son is narrating the apocalypse. “The Rage has breached the third defensive construct,” Confluence says thoughtfully. “Madness favors illusion over reinforcement. It’s a flawed strategy against something so direct.” “You’ve been alive less than an hour,” Alistair growls. “I’ve been aware far longer,” my son replies. We crest a rocky incline, joining the stream of refugees fleeing in the opposite direction of whatever cosmic horror now tears at the world behind us. Wolves. Humans. Children. Some barefoot. Some bleeding. All terrified.

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe