Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

The fissure had long since closed over. People moved through it like any other street corner, but someone had lined the edge with white roses and small bouquets, and here and there were snacks and drinks left among them. I wasn't the only one who had lost someone that day. In the apocalypse, no one came through untouched. But it was over now. That was what mattered. I sniffled quietly, set my white roses down, then slipped the small pink backpack from my shoulder and left it there too. The wind moved through the trees. I crouched down and pressed my hand flat against the ground.

By the end, the applause didn’t stop. When they called for me to be the base leader, I shook my head and declined. I gave the position to Zoe. I preferred to focus purely on research rather than trying to manage everyone politically. After the leadership election, my survival plan spread quickly. The once-dead, scorched lands slowly came back to life under the plan’s implementation. Mr. O'Connor, on the other hand, took Janine and Mark away. It wasn’t too long after that I heard Mark died in the heat outside the base. With that, the O’Connor family gradually fell into decline during the apocalypse.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.

Looking at the Callahans, James answered honestly, “Last night’s rain is one of the Calamities before the seal comes undone. This means that the apocalypse is upon us.” Then, James began stating the rules. One, they would have to remain indoors at all times. Two, they would have to spend all their money on food and store the food away. Three, they would have to increase their cultivation base as much as possible. That was because might makes right during a calamity like this. James told them the rules with a grim expression on his face. Upon hearing what he had to say, the Callahans remained silent. After some time, Lex sighed deeply. “What the hell is going on? How did our world turn out th

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

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

Lucien asked, his voice smooth, low, and dripping with a quiet, lethal danger. ​I could feel it in the pit of my belly and in the very soles of my feet that this man was bad news. Every single survival instinct I had honed over five grueling years in the apocalypse was screaming at me to run, to turn around and bolt back to the elevator. But there was no turning back now. I had made my bed. If I was going to survive the impending doom in two weeks, I had to confront this monster and bend him to my will.

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.