Apocalyptic And Post-apocalyptic Fiction Novels & Stories

We do not have time to indulge ourselves in our sexual needs. Tempted to give in, with want burning me from the inside out, but I can’t. I need to find it before all ends, before I can cause more despair in this world. I have already unleashed some of it into the world, for I am Apocalypse.

I rubbed my forehead gently, feeling a little throbbing in my head that made me a little dizzy. I could barely tell if it was day or night as I gazed out the window. But each day was dragging me closer to the apocalypse. And as strong as I felt, even with better vision that I could see people walking from kilometres away, I didn't know if I was ready for it. If I was going to not only survive the apocalypse but also take in survivors who would have nowhere else to go. With a sigh, I was about to make my way downstairs when a crazy thought clicked in my head and my lips curled into a smile.

The institute that had once been built upon collaboration slowly fractured under secrecy. Then disaster struck. History never recorded exactly what happened. The surviving documents disagreed. Some described an accident. Others hinted at sabotage. Several pages had been deliberately destroyed. Only the aftermath remained clear. One entire laboratory vanished. Hundreds of researchers died. The remaining survivors evacuated the facility. Project Crimson Hunger officially ended. Every surviving document was sealed. Every remaining sample was either destroyed or hidden. Zelios abandoned biomedical research almost overnight. The following decades changed the world forever. Environmental collapse