Apocalypse Wasteland Novels & Stories

“Nothing gets corrected or sent without us discussing it.” Maren nodded, and I waited until she began eating before taking my chair outside the doorway. – – – Derek found me there while Maren rested with her eyes closed. He stopped far enough away that we could speak without bringing the conversation into her room. “Paul’s truck,” he said, holding his notebook open. “We need to decide whether we’re looking for it.” I glanced towards the service road beyond the fence. Paul had abandoned his vehicle after the road barrier trapped him between other cars and the infected.

A faint, strained smile appeared on his face. "If anyone had told me that my father would be infected, I wouldn't have believed it." His voice cracked slightly, and he lowered his gaze. Arya didn't know what to say. She had seen Lucian's father in her previous life. He had survived the early stages of the apocalypse, thanks to his family's wealth and resources. He was never supposed to become one of the infected. But now, everything is changing. The events she remembered were no longer unfolding exactly as they had before. If Lucian's father had already been infected, what else could be different?

Then, a notification appeared. SYSTEM ACTIVATED [Welcome, Host!] [Apocalypse Countdown: 59 Days.] [Storage: 0/100.] [Survival Points: 0.] [Physical Condition: Normal.] [Skills: None.] [Shelter: None.]

The Eternal Freeze hasn't jumped ahead by a month—it’s the Precursor Hailstorm that accelerated. In her past life, the apocalypse hadn't killed everyone on day one. It had started with a catastrophic, three-day super-hailstorm that dropped fist-sized blocks of ice from the sky, smashing windshields, collapsing roofs, and destroying sixty percent of the city's above-ground power transformers. Back then, people thought it was just freak summer weather. Nobody hoarded food. Nobody reinforced their windows. And when the true minus-sixty-degree freeze followed right behind it, millions died trapped in dark, broken homes.

Torrential rain, tsunamis, toxic fog, extreme heat, extreme cold, earthquakes, insect plagues... One natural disaster followed another as society slowly crumbled. Food grew scarce, cruelty spread, and morality faded. How could humanity survive? In her previous life, Hannah Young died because of her friends’ and relatives’ schemes. With a second chance at life, she used her storage space to stockpile supplies around the world and went on looting sprees! Shiploads of seafood, mountains of fruit and staple foods, an entire port’s worth of shipping containers, a whole lake’s worth of fresh water... She filled her storage space to capacity again and again! Huh? Was there something unusual about h

Pudding the puppy had insisted on coming, and was riding on the cart, announcing every pebble in the road to anyone who would listen. It was Day 86. For two days, I had not been able to stop thinking about the vial. In my book, the rivers had turned black on Day 60, and the wells had gone bitter on Day 45, and the sea had begun to rise on Day 10. I had a calendar in my head, tidy and inevitable. Now the calendar was wrong. Whoever had changed it had not left me a note. I had made a decision. I could not afford to be wrong about the plot, so I would stop relying on it. I would prepare for the worst. Whatever happened, I wanted four things: a high, dry place, a source of water, a stockpile, an

For weakness was meant to be trampled upon; to be molded into strength. The year was 101A; 101 years after the apocalypse. The apocalypse started like any other apocalypse – by human hands. And the prime culprit was the Emperor of Darkness. A man who was also known by the titles Beast Emperor and Death Killer. For he emerged from the abyss men had dug for him with an army so vast that the world above couldn’t contain it. He was a man who wasn’t a man. He was a being who wasn’t a being. He was wrath itself. He plunged the world into chaos, taking back all it had stolen from him in a vengeful pursuit that devastated over half of the world. Half of the world was desolated by his hand. The othe

Apocalypse “Ugh.” I sighed, feeling nauseated of all the flower gardens this place has and sick of hearing those filthy birds sing all day. Scowling, I walked toward the edge of the forest. Feeling the cold air made me wish for more despair in it. It already felt like a heavy burden. I need the chaos to spread, to create destruction. Only then will the madness give me some rest. It’s getting harder to control. As soon as the thought passed through my head, it throbbed. Massaging my temples, I walked past the tree edge and entered the forest.

They have weaken the Settlements with their bad products, keeping everyone working just to keep up with the prices. At the same time, now that they all think about it carefully, they remembered that ever since the disaster started, there has been many instances where their people who can afford to gain incomes, has to result in selling themselves or their close ones in order to survive. These is something that is still happened to these days. Furthermore what even strike them as something for them to fear is the possibility of them being conquered and dragged into wars by these greedy people at any given time. At their current conditions, it was a clear defeat for the entire Wasteland as, Cu

A journey of five young people will show you how to overcome your worst fear and fight your most formidable foe. I can't guarantee how the storey will end. So, get ready to travel in a new world system, set aside everything, because your world is about to implode... In 2075...