Apocalypse Wasteland Novels & Stories

Long long time ago, the apocalypse came. Many died. Some changed. Few thrived. Bai yan long did not belong to any of the above groups. She belonged to a rarer group of people, aptly named “losers”. Losers are people who did not receive any visible benefits from the changes apocalypse brought. Believe me, Everyone changed one way or another. In spite of the lame name, Yan long is quite proud to belong to this group, for it meant she survived impossible odds.

“The collapse is outrunning your formal board. The second group is expanding from every empty site. The formal arc is still active. You are still following the terms. Do not start treating the next ground as a place we can hold through another cycle. We stop only long enough to stay ahead of both projections. My decision. My pace.” “Understood,” Rylan said. “Next ground is chosen for distance from both current projections, not for duration. We clear it on approach. We leave the moment either signature appears. No negotiation in the doorway.” The vehicle stayed on the fallback route. Behind them the second group continued expanding through the grid they had just emptied. Ahead the next unchos

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.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

As soon as he was gone, the team gathered around her. Dax was practically bouncing. “This place is crazy, Lieutenant. They have hot showers. Real ones.” Liora nodded eagerly. “And schools. They’re teaching kids again.” But Silas crossed his arms. “It’s too perfect. Nothing this organized survives the apocalypse without blood on its hands.” Rowan stayed quiet, watching Natasha. She rubbed her temples. “We have two days. We observe. We rest. Then we decide together.” Later that evening, after the team had eaten a hot meal for the first time in months, Natasha stood alone on a balcony overlooking the district. The lights below glowed like stars that refused to die.

My ankle protested the climb so badly that I rested my forehead against the steering wheel until the pain eased a little. Then I started the truck and drove away from the supermarket, the dead scientist, and what I had done to him. The sky grew redder as I drove. The crimson above the ruined streets deepened until it looked like old blood, staining everything under it. I kept both hands on the wheel and protected my injured ankle from unnecessary movement while every bump sent pain up my leg. Then I saw a man kneeling behind the decomposing body of a woman beside the road. Her skin had turned gray-green from decay, and parts of her body had already broken open. He had pulled her hips toward

"Run a diagnostic on the internal comms. Make sure the mesh network is holding. Jaxie, I want you to check the diesel generators. We're going to need them running at full capacity tonight."They moved immediately, the brief moment of emotional vulnerability over.I walked over to the reinforced window overlooking the loading bay and looked out at the empty industrial district. The fires from the residential sector cast a dull orange glow on the horizon.The apocalypse had arrived. Exactly on schedule. Exactly as I'd predicted.And I was sitting in a fortress, eating chocolate cake, while my ex-husband was getting left behind by the military.I smiled, a slow, cold thing that didn't touch my eyes.

” Adrian said. Looking up at him I felt a flame inside me. He was right. Old Sarah would have run but I wasn’t old Sarah anymore. I was the Apocalypse Queen. “Blackwood.” I said. “Three hundred miles East. Through the worst of the wasteland.” "Then we better get moving,"We have a prison to break into.” Adrian said as he stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up. “We’re going to need supplies.” I said. Closing my eyes I reached into my space. Everything was still there. Food, weapons, medicine. The Syndicate may have taken the Haven but they couldn’t take my supplies.

She had no idea what her mother had done to keep her safe or who she would have to become to keep her safe again. "Keep it where it is," I said. "And get ready." "For what?" I walked past him, toward the facility doors. "For whatever comes next." Two days left that was what I had thought I had left but the apocalypse was already here. The infected were already inside as the secrets were already surfacing. And the real battle was the one that would decide not just who survived but what kind of world would emerge from the ashes was just beginning. I carried my daughter through the doors of my facility, my mother and our loyal maid following behind. The lights hummed as the alarms beeped. The s

“Look at this shit, Karl. People are literally eating each other alive, and nobody knows how to stop them. We're fucked.” I lowered my head, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. This couldn't be happening. Why now? Why the fuck was all of this happening now? Out of all the possible disasters in the world, why did it have to be a zombie outbreak? And more importantly, why was i part of the problem?