Apocalypse Z Audiobook Novels & Stories

Kael asked coldly. Elric didn’t look up. “Not a line. A storm.” Zareth closed the book with a quiet snap. “If what she said is true, we’re not facing a single god anymore.” Kael leaned in. “Then who are we facing?” Zareth exhaled. “All of them.” The next sign came in the west. A mining village collapsed overnight—not from earthquake, not from flood—but from silence. Every man, woman, and child turned to salt. Frozen in whatever pose they died in—praying, running, screaming.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

His problem is the same as Yanlong’s. He prepared these supplies for a seventeen year old slightly athletic young man. He is now four. He couldn’t lift the damn bag. “A’Feng. After the apocalypse, all people have an ability. You also will have one. However, the situation is urgent now. The zombies could crash into rooms with sheer weight if they keep gathering at this speed. We need to go!” Yanlong reminded him. Rufeng had no choice but to listen to her, and climb up onto the ceiling frame.

Charlie was extremely surprised and blurted out, “Uncle, what were the books my parents were reading? Do you remember?” Christian thought for a moment, saying, “If I remember correctly, it should be titled something like ‘Apocalyptic Book’, but I can't remember exactly.” Charlie widened his eyes and subconsciously asked, “Uncle, are you sure it was the Apocalyptic Book?!” Christian suddenly came to a realization and said, “Yes, yes, yes! It's called the Apocalyptic Book! The Preface to the Apocalyptic Book sounded strange to me at first. I thought it was a classic book, but your dad said it was the key to opening another world. I always thought he was a bit crazy…”

DAY ZERO Then another. 06:00 A.M. Sharon looked at the clock. It was still the middle of the night. "What does that mean?" Daniel slowly raised his weapon. "It means the apocalypse has officially started." The facility shook violently. A massive roar came from beneath them and the emergency system announced. "GLOBAL BIOLOGICAL EVENT DETECTED." Every screen changed. Cities appeared. New York. London. Johannesburg. Tokyo. Cape Town. Beijing. Everywhere. People were collapsing.

Apparently a lot. I had a pit in my stomach. I knew something wasn’t right for while now, I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going but I at least thought that we had a little bit of time. I didn’t think that things would go downhill this fast. Not this soon. Not this early. I need more time. I know I said that I was ready to die but maybe now that the time seems so near, I might actually not be ready for it. “The Apocalypse has begun.”

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

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

It wasn't a cruel, triumphant cackle; it was a deeply sad, broken sound—the laugh of someone mourning a life that had been stolen from them. “You sound exactly like her, Ava.” Ava's stomach twisted. The words carried a strange, emotional barb that cut deep into her chest. For a fleeting moment, the apocalyptic entity had receded, leaving only the hollow echo of a wounded ten-year-old child trapped in the dark. Then, the human window slammed shut. The young man's body convulsed violently, a spray of dark blood erupting from his mouth as his lungs began to fail under the psychic pressure. Subject Zero noticed the structural collapse of his vessel and let out a long, regretful sigh. “This body

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.