Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Survival

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

I haven't been with anyone since before the apocalypse started about seven months ago, and I wish there was someone here that could be as interested in me as I am in them. Many of the other survivors have paired up to pass the time together in bed, but without protection to go around, I'm not interested in risking pregnancy at the end of the world. Already we have four pregnant women here, and they require more food and water than the rest of us, and they're slower and much more vulnerable. Not to mention the lack of doctors at the end of the world puts them in a dangerous position when it comes time to deliver. "We have to keep as much hope alive as possible. It's the only way we survive th

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

Jake stared at the message for a moment, then typed back. Jake: [I do have some. But nine rounds aren't enough. Antibiotics are rare.] In this apocalypse, not everyone had a safe, armored RV like his. If someone got injured and the wound got infected, antibiotics were the only thing that could save them. Without them, if your body couldn't fight it off... you just slowly died. Bella: [Fifteen. That's my limit.] Jake: [No, no...]

On the second day of Apocalypse, the Supermarket Mall is still surrounded by many zombies. They are not the only survivors. There are some survivors from other areas like who hide inside the Gas Station storage room. Fortunately, the station has a gate which prevented the zombies on entering the area. Because of this, they can come and go anytime without the surprise attack of zombies. However, foods and drinks are the main point of survival. They have to look for food in order to accumulate enough strength to fight against them.

Her memories from her previous life remained vivid. The horrors. The suffering. The endless struggle to survive. The apocalypse lasted for years. Far longer than most people imagined it would. Her gaze drifted toward the horizon. I want Hope Base to continue thriving even ten years from now. Twenty years if necessary. No one knows how long this apocalypse will last. Maybe it will end someday. Maybe it won't. Another sigh escaped her. Rather than waiting for salvation... Rather than hoping the nightmare magically disappears... It's better to build a life within it.

Hayley looked over the group standing in front of her. The feeling was familiar. Predatory, suspicious, and ready to turn violent at any moment. This was what most survivors in the apocalypse looked like. The people she had met before had either been rescued early, before the world had hardened them… Or they had lived somewhere with plenty of resources and never experienced the brutal struggle of survival.