Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

HELENA By the gods, what had that man led me into? His words echoed in my head. “If you survive the next stretch” he had said. “You will reach places where you stop needing help from strangers.” Did that mean I had to survive whatever was in that damned village? Just what in the gods name was in that village, what did I have to survive by accepting help from this stranger?

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.

The third day of the apocalypse was a study in desolation. The satellite uplink showed a world transformed, its familiar landmarks buried under ice and snow, its streets empty of life. The city was dead, its population reduced to a few thousand scattered survivors who huddled in basements and tunnels, their bodies struggling to generate enough heat to keep their vital organs functioning. The cold had killed the vast majority, their bodies frozen into grotesque sculptures that littered the streets like macabre decorations.

Lila said. “I'm not worried about him” Victor replied. Lila smiled softly and said “We can't stay here anymore, let's leave in two hours.” “It'll be evening soon” he was worried that the zombies will be difficult to deal with at night. “Doesn't make a difference to me," she replied. It was already day six of the apocalypse. With things progressing so fast in this life. She felt that the power supply will be cut off before the end of the next day.

When I encountered a complete blockage of abandoned vehicles, I would instantly retract the SUV into my space, nimbly climb over the wreckage, and then summon the vehicle again once I was clear, continuing toward an auto mall more than twenty kilometers away. This was the very beginning of the apocalypse. The vast majority of the global population had already turned into zombies. Even more lethal, in the coming one to two months, nearly twenty percent of the remaining survivors would also become infected from bites and scratches. The human population would plummet, dropping to less than a tenth of what it was before the apocalypse. From now on, humanity’s numbers would only continue to dwind

she convinced herself. “I don't need you" she muttered. The system disappeared. She looked at her calander... Still three years before the apocalypse. She circle the date. She brought out a note book, “I need to get everything under my control" She jotted down, when the apocalypse came, the date zombie appeared, the first building she that collapsed the safe house, the location where supplies her hidden, the place she went to get the crystal. She looked at the paper, a smile escape her lips.

} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her. “Then what do you know?” she demanded. {Environmental movement is increasing.} Amanda stared at the message, waiting for something more useful. Nothing appeared. For once, A.R.I.S. had no answer, and that frightened her. She swallowed and tried again. “Is this connected to the catastrophe?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's chest tightened. “Can you calculate what happens next?” {Current data remains incomplete.} Her fear deepened with every second that passed. “What about the original environmental model?” Amanda asked, already dreading the answer. A.R.I.S. remained silent for a moment before responding. {Th

Probability of Scam Success: 70%. This dramatic increase filled me with immense satisfaction. I quickly closed the system screen and began mentally calculating all the essential survival supplies I could acquire with two billion dollars. I could easily fill my entire 30,000-cubic-meter spatial inventory to the absolute brim with food, medical equipment, and weapons. Though, even that astronomical sum wouldn't be entirely enough to purchase everything required to comfortably survive the brutal apocalypse for several decades. I turned my head toward the side window and watched the bright neon lights of the city blur past through the dark tinted glass. It was only then that I realized Elara was