Apocalypse Stories Novels & Stories

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

"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 remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".

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.

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.

Over the past few years, they had continued to reach out to me, carefully lowering themselves, cautious and restrained. I answered. On the screen were their faces, aged just a little more. "Julia, we saw the news… you’re amazing." My mother’s voice trembled. "Back then… back then, your father and I were confused. We were blinded and let you suffer so much. We… we’re not asking for your forgiveness. We just want to properly apologize." My father stood beside her, nodding silently, regret plainly visible in his eyes. I looked at them, my heart utterly calm.

she added. "Hmm. This is bad" he said. "How?" "Don't you get the clear view? They are creating zombies and weapons!" He said restlessly. Her brain started working fast as she shone her eyes in terror when she realized what he was trying to explain. "The Apocalypse," she said. "Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "We have to look for a way to stop them. This is bad. Really bad" he said. Oscar walked to the front row of fhe zombies and observed all of them as Igor and Willow stopped talking and started opening up their parcels.

Well, someone predicted the coming of apocalypse five years ago but no one believed him so they cannot just blame him, right? Because of these sense of crisis, many groups emerged out depending on which area they are belonged to. Also, money becomes paper and barter system became the only channel for exchange. However, who wants to barter with the foods they have, right? Some people don’t follow the barter system but steals. If stealing doesn’t succeed, killing proceeds. It is the motto used by barbaric groups who preferred stealing than barter system. These are the whole situation only for the second day of the apocalypse. So, what do you think will happen in the next upcoming days?

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

TOTAL DEATH TOLL OF THE UNITED STATES HAS NOW RISEN TO FIVE MILLION PEOPLE AND STILL COUNTING! THE WORLD'S TOTAL DEATH TOLL CAUSED BY THIS RAVAGING STORM HAS BEEN ESTIMATED TO OVER "THREE HUNDRED MILLION" PEOPLE. AFRICA AND ANTARCTICA REMAIN THE ONLY CONTINENTS THAT WERE SPARED BY THIS DEVASTATING STORM. THIS MAY BE THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. GOD HELP US ALL... A smile of victory easily became painted on his face as he watched the news. Lucifer asked for a thousand souls but he gave him the souls of over three hundred millions. What an achievement.