Apocalypse Wasteland Novels & Stories

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

[Please specify the query. "The countdown. Thirty days to twenty-six. What did I do?" The blue panel brightened, and for the first time since it had woken up, the voice sounded almost patient. [The Apocalypse is a chain of events. The Host has altered several of them. Disrupting a fraud, relocating funds, and mass-purchasing supplies have changed the behavior of connected individuals. These changes have caused the first event to move forward.] "That's insane. I bought rice, not a bomb."

Tristan came running up the stairs, his coat half on, his face pale. "Aurora. The sector radios are all jammed. And we just picked up an emergency band from the ridge road." He held out the handset, and I heard the voice, thin and breaking over a rising hiss, pure panic. "...convoy... forty vehicles, civilians, refugees from the lowlands... something is wrong with the sky... it is raining... Goddess, the rain is burning the—" The voice died, replaced by loud static and then a scream cut short. I looked at the copper sky. I did not need the sphere to tell me. Six days early, a whole six days ahead of the thirty I had been promised, the world was breaking.

As 3iAtlas ignores all warnings and begins its descent into Earth's atmosphere, the entire human race realizes that an alien invasion is truly underway. Having anticipated this, I'm just about to take my girlfriend, Helena Cohen, to an official government shelter when her childhood friend, Damien Farley, intervenes. "Lena! The aliens are here! There won't be any fortifications that can hold against them!" he exclaims. "Listen to me! Let's go hide at the nearest Costgo instead. It's a membership-only place. The aliens don't have memberships, so they can't get in. It's the safest place on Earth!" I spit out the milk I was drinking, and to my horror, Helena nods in all seriousness. "Dam h

It was just that the timing had to be right. Then another thought crept in, one I hadn’t planned on. In five days, offices would close, services would stop, and the world would stop keeping records. If Lucas and I stayed together then, we would be a couple in everything but name. I wasn’t the old Penny, trapped by what other people might say. But I didn’t want others to look at Lucas and see a man with a woman who had no name and no claim. In the apocalypse, a beautiful woman with no attachments was a liability. Morality would collapse fast. Men who rose to power would take other men’s wives, and husbands would trade their own for a pack of noodles. I had read those chapters.

SOME MISTAKES ARE DEADLY... Meet Eva, the creator of the mutants. Or should I say, the Mother of Mutants? After accidentally triggering a mutation that plunged the world into an apocalypse, Eva kept her identity as the mastermind behind humanity's destruction a secret. Living among other survivors, she became their saviour, earning their trust and love while desperately trying to undo the very mistake she had made. But secrets never stay buried forever. What happens when Eva's true identity is finally exposed? What happens when the woman everyone sees as their saviour turns out to be the very reason their world was destroyed? And worse, what happens when she realizes that some mistakes

Excess is permitted. "Good." I pull a notepad toward me. "Because I wasn't planning to stop there." I don't write the list the way the old Abbie would have, wandering the aisles in the order the store lays them out. I write it in the order of things people killed for during an Apocalypse.*Water. Light. Warmth. Medicine.* Food goes last, and it surprises me until I remember why. The people who made it through the first weeks weren't the ones with the biggest pantries. They were the ones who could still see in the dark and still feel their fingers enough to hold a spoon.

Wasteland Nathan's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft dawn light. He glanced around, as he'd done many times before, but it was pointless, as it had been each time before. He was alone up here. There was no one around. Not a soul, human or animal. Nothing at all, as far as the eye could see but the pungent stink of the air was making him dizzy, his stomach churning, unbelievable, repellent and, gut-wrenching, numbing foul stink.

Amelia heard this and stopped walking: "Offerings? You mean all the sects would send people to the Cursed Wasteland and let you pick spirit deer and antelopes to give them? And only then would they protect the villagers?" "Yes, otherwise, you'll suffer from evil spirits biting you." The boy spoke slowly, "Cursed Wasteland used to be a place of war. Someone once slaughtered a whole city there, so there were countless evil spirits underground. To protect themselves, people would sacrifice immortal deer." "The immortal deer on the sacrificial altar all turned into what you see now, sis." Amelia's eyes turned cold: "The way you said that reminded me of a group I know well, the mafia collecting p

Jackson said with a wicked smile while watching a scene on the laptop. It was the scene of a long-haired Jack covered all over with blood, the bloodied corpse in his arms didn't help matters not to talk of the surrounding dyed with blood, corpses, and death. The earth seemed to have gone through an apocalypse, the surroundings looked like it had completely collapsed, mountains fallen on humans and killing them, seas and rivers scattered all over not left out in the fun of making fresh meat, carcasses of both animals and humans killed by the deterioration of nature itself were all around, even the minor creations that bestowed their existence on the carcasses where nowhere to be seen, seeming