Best Apocalyptic Novels Novels & Stories

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

Well, I can spend almost a whole day in a huge bookstore. Angelo picked a post-apocalyptic book about survival and zombies. I’ve seen him watching a zombie television series last time. Maybe he’s into those kinds of books until now. On the other hand, I picked a cozy high fantasy with a low-stakes book. I’ve read a lot of things about this book on the internet. But ever since we moved to the town, it is not feasible to reach a bookstore. This is the perfect time to read the book along with a drink that we’re going to order.

With fewer residents but higher quality, Hope Base managed fairly well during the apocalypse. The Firebrand Base, on the other hand, suffered from extreme resource shortages. Yet its leader was ruthless, ranked among the top ten toughest people in the apocalypse. He killed zombies outside the base and his own people inside. When resources ran critically low, he would cull the population to keep the base at a manageable level. His cruelty was extreme, but the Firebrand Base was resilient, never experiencing internal revolts or uprisings. During the apocalypse, humans were often more dangerous than zombies, especially when resources ran low. People would act like wild animals just to survive.

On May 5, 2023, at 16:37 everyone fell asleep. In which everyone becomes paranoid, thinking about conspiracy theories, not finding a cure, but until then and in a short time, thousands of people would fall into despair, they would all literally, would be afraid, create new viruses that would literally emerge diseases, aftereffects. The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever

I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit. Little by little, I stocked the room with frozen produce and packaged meats. These were the supplies that would save my life once the frozen apocalypse arrived. Water meant survival, so I also stocked up on plenty of drinking water. Once the two-year frozen apocalypse began, it would be impossible to buy drinking water from supermarkets. By that time, all lake water, river water, and even seawater would freeze solid. With no power and no way to make fire, everyone would be plunged into utter despair.

Maybe if I look at the buildings. The abandoned buildings around me were trashed when the apocalypse started. I remember when the first outbreak was reported, the infected were ripping people’s throats out. I always thought the apocalypse would have been caused by zombies but it’s not. Get this, the apocalypse started because of vampires and not the twilight kind of vampires. No these vampires don’t have glittery skin or look even remotely attractive. These vampires have rotten skin from the lack of food and their eyes are black bottomless pits. These monsters can go out in the sun without the fear of their skin burning. Their nails look like thick wires protruding from their fingertips remi

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.

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.