Best Apocalyptic 소설 & 이야기

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my

But when they looked at me, their eyes were filled with contempt, saying my sister generously gave me the multimillion-dollar inheritance and the estate, yet I showed no gratitude at all. They wondered how the Shaw family had produced such an ungrateful brat. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Sharon didn’t genuinely want the convenience store. She only knew that in one month, a zombie virus would sweep across the globe. By then, money would be worthless, while the supplies inside that tiny store would become the key to survival. But what Sharon didn’t know was that in the apocalypse, having supplies meant nothing. The real challenge was keeping them in your hands.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase. The immediate problem was a survivor who wanted protection without testimony. The worse problem was that incense was low. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. [Projected casualties: acceptable.] Acceptable. That word had survived the apocalypse better than most gods.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

“Let it out. Give the mutation what it wants so you can think clearly.” Alex came within seconds shuddering, spilling into his pants, the child kicking wildly in response. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His mind sharpened. They left the safehouse through the emergency tunnel. Above ground, Lagos had become a warzone. Hybrids roamed the streets in packs, dragging screaming civilians into alleys. The alien ships hovered ominously, blue energy beams occasionally lancing down to “convert” entire blocks at once. Damian and Alex moved like shadows—staying low, using the chaos for cover. Their goal was the old Apex server farm on the outskirts—the one place where they might be able to send a c

Byul just shrugged and start munching on the chips. Stanley then turned to him and said: “Where did you go the night before?” Back then, he was so anxious and angry that he didn’t have the time to ask Byul but since they need to get a hang of things, exchanging few information doesn’t sound so bad. Stanley didn’t hear him reply but since he would stick with him anyway, he didn’t hide what he know and just threw his words out. “I heard from the soldiers before that the apocalypse started two weeks ago and judging by the time frame, it still haven’t spread that far yet. Only few people know what’s really happening and they hinted that some illegal drugs were used to treat some abnormal patient

"No way. According to Beastfolk tradition, we're supposed to be completely loyal to the one who saved us. No matter how they treat us, we're bound to endure it. If we break that ancient rule, we'll face severe punishment. How could he do that to you?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. "I don't know either. And what do you mean by 'severe punishment'?" "I'm not sure. I only know it's really, really bad." "I see. Forget it. No point thinking about it now." I pulled Blazewing down with me onto the couch. "The heatwave apocalypse is almost here. Shouldn't we be preparing something?" We thought about it. Air conditioners wouldn't help. Once the apocalypse started, the power and water syste

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Elias’s mind was in total lockdown, the internal voice of Proxy-917 screaming tactical solutions, while the moral compass of Elias Thorne searched for an ethical anomaly. Destruction: Destroying the APME would certainly prevent the Scavengers from using it, but according to the prediction, the subsequent instability would create a power vacuum, allowing a more virulent form of the Syndicate to emerge—a decentralized, brutal shadow government. Neutralization: Allowing the APME to target Julian meant sacrificing the ethical foundation of the new world. Julian was the only one capable of building the transparent Ledger system. Without him, the Foundation would crumble, and the global stabilizat