Apocalypse Survival Novels & Stories

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

"Please be patient, we did vote but the final decision is not up to us. This time we had two votes for, one against, and three people want to go but with some conditions. These conditions are: our voting system will still be in place, it's our safeguard in case things go sour. We need you to craft some tools for us and teach us some of your surviving skills. We also need you to promise to get us to a town as soon as you can and, finally, there will be a period of one week. If by the end of that period we decide to part from you, we'll be moving to your vicinity" "And what happens if, let's say, one day you decide to vote to exile me?" "That's not going to happen without a good reason" "I don

] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase. The immediate problem was a survivor who wanted protection without testimony. The worse problem was that incense was low. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. [Projected casualties: acceptable.] Acceptable. That word had survived the apocalypse better than most gods.

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

Due to so much pain inside me, I felt like I cannot breathe and I was hyperventilating, I felt like the world was spinning around me and I slowly felt the darkness around me no matter how much I tried to clear my head I could not and before I could fall I felt a strong arm wrapping me and holding me close to his body saying sweet nothings to me. And I knew...knew I was in safe haven, my safe haven Ronin who will love me and protect me from every evil in this world. Ronin...Ronin was the last thing I said and I gave up and surrendered to the darkness.

All six have names now. Five have estimated locations. The sixth, someone called Beaumont, is a name without a place. LUS’s model holds the others and loses Beaumont completely, as though the person steps sideways out of the graph. Maya marks the gap. She will come back to it. Resources: a continuity facility with power, redundancy, protected communications, and supply routes. An administration survives the apocalypse because, irritatingly, it is designed to survive precisely that. The world ends, civilization collapses, and somewhere beneath reinforced concrete a procurement form continues circulating for signatures.

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

01:05 Inside the penthouse Daniel whispered, “Almost.” Leo’s fingers slowed. Then stopped. He leaned back slightly. Daniel asked, “That’s it?” Leo nodded. “Yes.” Inside the vault Marcus smiled faintly. “You did it.” On the screen the missile icons continued drifting farther from land. Into empty ocean. General Armanov stared at his console. The launch had already happened. But the missiles no longer had stable targets. For the first time— He looked uncertain. Inside the penthouse Daniel exhaled slowly. “I think we just survived the apocalypse.”

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]