Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

(Ken) Two of them stupefied by my weird list, their eyes alternate between me and the list. "....…Apocalypse Survival shelter?…..I'm sure it's gonna be crucial when zombies roam around..or something like that?….". ".......well make sense, you definitely need that if the zombie apocalypse does happen….". (Terry) "Yeah, make sense…it's realistic to planned early, better safe than sorry right....". (Ken)

“What do you mean, Samael?” He rose to lean against the bar. “I mean,” he said slowly, “that nothing in Heaven's powers and those vested in the gods can stop this. Humanity's prophecies are coming true. The Kali Yuga, the Third Great Shaking, the Apocalypse, but not in the manner you imagine. John Lennon's song is precisely right. You are witnessing the end of an age.” He walked over to the jukebox and keyed up a song:

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

​Vivian walked over to the primary console and brought up the sector map. ​The three-mile weather dome over the northern district was still flashing a stable, brilliant blue. But beyond the dome, the map was a blood-red nightmare. The coastal district was entirely gone, swallowed by fifty feet of black seawater. The commercial sectors were lighting up with critical failure alarms as the toxic gray fog began to dissolve the municipal infrastructure. ​The apocalypse hadn't waited for her thirty-day timeline. The cascade was happening now. ​Suddenly, the secondary monitor in the corner of the console flickered. A sharp, rhythmic ping echoed through the quiet room.

When I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at them. "Your car's destroyed. Want to come with me?" The moment those words left my mouth, their disappointment vanished. They hurried toward me, practically tripping over each other. Once in the car, they chewed on the protein bars I'd handed them, muttering to each other. "Told you. The boss has good instincts." I had enough food stockpiled to feed four adults until the end of the apocalypse. What worried me was human greed.

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Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

It was a pot of violently bubbling chili con carne, slick with red oil. The girls hadn’t reacted in time. The scalding liquid drenched them from head to toe, coating their faces and hair. They clawed wildly at their skin, wailing in agony. It had all happened in a flash. Dominic hadn’t even processed it until everything was already over. "Call an ambulance! Hurry!" I forced panic into my voice. Dominic stammered before finally snapping out of it and dialing emergency services. The boiling red chili blistered their faces instantly. As they rubbed frantically at the burns, the skin sloughed away, exposing raw flesh beneath. It was horrifying to look at.

"I was digging downward, right? Why did I end up on the snow… outside the gas company?" Brendan panicked, snot running down his face. His voice trembled. "K-Kind sir! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything! Just spare me… please, spare me!" How many of them had there been before? Eighteen. Now? Only him. One. This mysterious enemy was way beyond his ability to fight. Fighting meant certain death. Begging… maybe a slim chance at survival. Brendan always believed in knowing when to bend. Can't beat them? Kneel. Survival came first. Before the apocalypse, who wouldn't kill without hesitation?