Apocalypse Wasteland Novels & Stories

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

"Under apocalypse law, anyone who betrays humanity and murders their own is sentenced to exile beyond the walls. Their abilities are to be stripped, amplified, and cast into the infected zone." "Yes, sir!" Two special ops soldiers moved at once. Steel flashed. Then two agonized screams tore across the plaza. In an instant, Jasmine and Wade collapsed completely, reduced to helpless wrecks that could barely move. Like discarded garbage, they were hauled onto a helicopter. The aircraft blasted out of the safe zone and hovered over the high-infection zone outside the outer city. The side door swung open. Still screaming in terror, they were thrown out. The large screen in the plaza displayed eve

"They say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

POV: Viggo The biological requirements of the Wasteland did not include a hierarchy. The environment only calculated the presence of hydration. I navigated the battered transport toward the edge of the perimeter. The paved surface of the Citadel crumbled into the shifting white silt of the Bone Wastes. The engine emitted a final, rhythmic grinding noise—metal scraping metal in a staccato cycle. It rattled my teeth and sent a vibration up my spine that settled in my jaw. The machine gave a terminal shudder and died.

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'll find you when it's time. She stared at the screen, frustration boiling over into something close to despair. She had no idea anymore whether Veya was trying to help or setting a trap of her own. Restless, she walked to the window, looking out past the shield perimeter toward the ruined skyline above—red ash, black smoke, choking the sky in a way that made the whole city look like it was already dead. "The apocalypse is raging out there," she whispered to herself, the words feeling strange in her own mouth.

Look at where we are. In response, Adriel and Mitchell tilted their heads, sending their own visual feedback through the link. My breath hitched. Through their eyes, there was no waterfall. There were no flowers. The ground they were staring at was completely black, charred and dead, as if a catastrophic fire had consumed every living thing. It looked exactly like the apocalyptic wasteland from Adriel’s vision. April, back up, I instructed quickly. Put your hind legs back over the wolfsbane. I want to try something.

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

"We can send scavenging teams to the abandoned cities. There are supplies out there. Food. Medicine. Weapons. We just have to find them." "And risk losing people," Zayn said. "The cities are death traps. Full of monsters. Full of desperate survivors who will kill for a can of beans." "We can't just sit here and starve," Marcus argued. "We won't." Eliana looked at Zayn. "You mentioned a supply depot. Fifty miles east. Military. Abandoned during the collapse." Zayn nodded slowly. "It's heavily fortified. Built into a hillside. It was designed to withstand a siege. If it's still intact, it could have months of supplies."

A little over ten minutes later, a black SUV eased out of the apartment's underground garage. The early March cold lingered in Newford State. Inside the SUV, the heater kept them warm. Hayden drove with one hand on the wheel. His other hand rested near his thigh, close to the pistol at his waist. Four years in the apocalypse gave every member of their team that habit. Leah glanced at his hand and felt a familiar sense of safety. An hour later, they reached a secluded warehouse district outside the city.